Flowers bloom, sounds lingering in a slight way. With a lowered eyebrows and smile, whose deep affection splendor made the first impression of the Three Lives Stone?

Looking at each other, Yan Hanyu's heart trembled slightly.

The feeling of being strange and familiar is a heart-warming feeling.

She was really powerless in front of him, and her hand holding the silk hand was not as tight as before. Although it was not that tight, she did not put down the handkerchief.

She thought he would take her veil, but she just reached out and lifted a corner of the veil. His body approached and the teacup was handed over, and he had already reached her mouth.

Yan Hanyu's cheeks were stained with a delicate red color bit by bit, and he drank water in small mouthfuls of mouthfuls of water.

After drinking a glass of water, he put down the teacup and turned around. Seeing that she was still holding her hands, his face leaned over.

The silk yarn gently brushed her cheeks because of the slightest breath, and brushed her again and again.

Her heart also rippled, her slightly raised face, half-drooping eyes, and her hazy lips were facing her vague lips through the silk handkerchief.

"Are you really not tired?" he asked again, his voice.

The dream just now also touched her heart. She answered shyly, her voice was tender and soft, "Tired! But the things on her face were annoying."

The sound sounds like acting cute.

He raised his hand, gently stroked her forehead with slender fingers, and the sound of his mouth was low and "not hindered."

Through the silk handkerchief, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

The warm breath is entangled.

Yan Hanyu's cheeks were hot, her hands shook, and the silk hand was loose. He hooked it in his hand and fell down flutteringly, revealing her entire face.

She didn't even dare to meet his eyes, for fear that she would get drunk in his eyes if she continued to look at him.

The sound was so pleasant to her without any hindrance. The kiss made her nervous. She would not feel abrupt, but just feel that it was doting, and she would tell her that she would not dislike her.

Even if her appearance is ruined, he will still like her, right?

"Not annoying at all." He repeated in a low voice.

Her smile enlarged, her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles. She leaned against her head and leaned against his shoulder.

All the physical discomforts tortured by the burning heat seemed to be relieved after seeing him.

Food, sex, and it seems that she can't escape the word sex.

She was so fascinated by him.

She actually doesn't remember how long they have known each other. The things they have been together in the past have become blurred images. She tried to think hard but couldn't remember it clearly.

She only knew that even the young man with both talent and beauty in the capital would not be moved when he stood in front of her.

He is different alone.

She will only be moved by him and only like him.

"There is no wind today, and it's more comfortable to go outside to bask in the sun."

His warm voice interrupted her thoughts.

She responded softly, "Yeah."

"You just woke up and slept for two days and needed some food. I'll make it for you."

"You can cook?"

Zhao Xian's expression was a little confused, as if she asked an incredible word.

Feeling his different expression, Yan Hanyu lowered her eyebrows and refused to speak.

Did she say the wrong thing? Did she forget what things?

He is a prince after all, can he be good at cooking?

There was a vague scene in her mind. She wanted to remember it, but she still couldn't remember it.

She shook her head.

"What's wrong? Are you still uncomfortable?" She was drowsy when she was hot, exactly like a little girl.

She responded urgently, "No, no discomfort."

"Clothes are here, can you change them yourself? If you can't, I'll let you come in and help you."

"I can..." She raised her eyes and just met him and then lowered her eyes, responding, "Switch it yourself."

"Then I'll go and come back soon."

Seeing that he was about to leave, she pulled his sleeves and looked around, and there was a strange environment around her.

"Where is this?"

"This is my villa. The place is not big, but it is quiet. Don't worry, Fang Gu, I sent it to your villa and I will take care of you."

"Thank you." For a moment, I couldn't say anything else except thanking her.

"If you want to thank me, you can take care of yourself."

"Yeah." She responded quietly.

Seeing his back disappear from behind the screen, Yan Hanyu rubbed his head with both hands. When did this amnesia start?

She lowered her head, but saw the dresses neatly placed on the head of the bed.

The plain white silk skirt and cloud-patterned collar are exactly the same as the cloud-patterned embroidery thread on Zhao Xian's robe.

She picked up the dress happily and found that under the skirt, everything was available from small clothes and pants to belts.

"It shouldn't be brought by him personally, right?" she said to herself.

If it is really shameful to her.

It was still changed from inside to outside. After all, smallpox is prone to infection, so you have to soak your clothes in medicine, or it will be burned directly.

Looking at the bronze mirror, I could not help but sigh a few times.

When she was a child, she was bitten by mosquitoes without recognition. Since then, she has attached great importance to her face. Madam Hong is already good at women's maintenance skills, so of course she has learned a lot of skin care techniques.

She didn't forget everything when she was young. She remembered all these things, but why did she forget Zhao Xian?

Did you just forget Zhao Xian?

Yan Hanyu was puzzled.

At that time, Chen Boyuan said that the King of Qin was back. Her first thought was that the King of Qin had disappeared three years ago. This was the memory of the previous life, but when I thought of this life, some things were unclear, which made her unable to tell the difference between the past and present life.

From the previous life to this life, she only liked one person, not Lu Youhan, but Zhao Xian.

No wonder she always felt inexplicably familiar when she looked at Lu Youhan, but it turned out that it was because of her gentle temperament that made her feel confused.

Zhao Xian, Zhao Xian!

I murmured his name, as if I was just chanting him in my memory.

Is that a memory that I missed but missed?

She really has amnesia!

In front of the bronze mirror, Yan Hanyu looked at herself for a while, and was happy and worried.

Now the acne on his face is even annoying, let alone Zhao Xian is facing him all day long.

There was a plain white soft smoke on the dressing table. I don’t know if it was Zhao Xian’s hair-tight use or prepared for her. She tied it on her forehead as a smear, which blocked the acne on her head.

Her black hair was scattered behind her head, she combed it a few times, then she simply draped her hair and left the house.

The clear sky is clear, the wind is fragrant, the sun is warm, and the spring is lush, which is less cold than the previous few days, and adds a bit of spring to the strong meaning.

The most comfortable thing is that there is a chair in the yard, lying on it, the sun is warm and it is extremely comfortable.

She leaned lazily, and her face was covered with a veil again.

Hearing the slight footsteps, he opened his eyes.

This is a woman in her thirties with a slightly wide body and a round face. She saluted her and smiled friendlyly, with obvious eyebrows and eyes.

"This is a mute girl. She has been helping her these two days." Zhao Xian's gentle voice came from behind.

After hearing Zhao Xian's explanation, Yan Hanyu knew that she had really thought too much just now, and her face turned red again.

Uncovering the veil, Yan Hanyu nodded at her and thanked her again, "Thank you, Ya Gu."

The mute girl smiled, shook her hand, and turned toward the room.
Chapter completed!