"Shaojin, I love you. Apart from you, I will never love anyone else in my life." Mo Lingwei's tears rolled down.
She leaned closer, holding his face with her hands, her forehead against his forehead, the tip of her nose against his nose, and her soft lips pressed against the corners of his lips.
She kissed her little by little, like a dragonfly touching water, cautious and full of panic after lost and found, her movements were clumsy and persistent.
Seeing him motionless, she cried even more sadly, "What's wrong with you, Shaojin, why are you ignoring me?"
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin's heart was broken and could not be expressed in words.
He wanted to find out who she was calling "Shaojin" over and over again, but seeing her drunk and unconscious, he gave up again.
Feng Shaojin slowly pushed her away, brushed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and asked hoarsely, "Look at me, who am I?"
"Shaojin." Mo Lingwei's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, but she answered firmly: "You are Shaojin."
Feng Shaojin felt a little better.
Not waiting for him to feel lucky, Mo Lingwei said again: "You saved me with your own life, the husband who made me live."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
The word husband exploded above his head like a thunderbolt, like a bolt from the blue.
He originally thought that with his conditions, it would be easy to pursue a woman. Even if there were some obstacles, he was 100% sure to dig out the man hidden in Mo Lingwei's heart and put himself in it.
But seeing her reaction now, his self-confidence that came out of thin air was instantly shattered.
In her heart, that very important man was already her husband.
Mo Lingwei didn't know why he just looked at her and refused to pay attention to her, so she reached out to hug him: "Shaojin, what's wrong with you?"
Her crying voice was vague: "I really want to just let you go, but I have memories..."
Feng Shaojin rolled his Adam's apple, and asked, "What do you have?"
But Mo Lingwei just cried, like an over-spoiled child, she wiped the tears and snot from crying on the clothes on his chest without any scruples, and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, "Don't leave again I miss you, okay? I think about you every day, and I dream of you every night, as long as I close my eyes, it will all be your figure..."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
After he woke up, he tasted the pain of a knife for the first time.
The woman he had in mind was leaning in his arms, thinking of another man, and that man had the same name as him.
These sweet words that should belong to him pierced his heart like a knife.
Feng Shaojin ground her teeth and almost crushed her fist.
Mo Lingwei held his face in both hands, leaned in front of him again, and kissed him forcefully, the tender lips and teeth blended, and the blood all over Feng Shaojin's body rushed straight to his forehead.
He couldn't bear it anymore, turned passive into active, opened his mouth to cover her lips, responded fiercely, and pressed her on the bed...
Feng Yichen sewed up the wound on Hu Suya's forehead and wrapped it with white gauze. The anesthesia had not completely dissipated, and Hu Suya's head was still numb.
After he arranged for someone to send Hu Suya to the guest room and settle her down, he went to the bedroom to look for Feng Shaojin.
Feng Yichen originally thought that Feng Shaojin had put Hu Suya's niece in the guest room, as before, he pushed the door open without thinking.
It was the scene of Feng Shaojin pushing the person down, so frightened that the surgical box he was still twisting in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap", and there was a soft sound in the quiet bedroom, which shocked everyone. For people who are about to lose their minds...