When Xie Junyue woke up, there was a man in red sitting beside the bed, saying he was his husband.
Although she couldn't remember what happened before, Xie Junyue felt that this person must be joking.
Because he doesn't like publicity, the man in red has a handsome appearance and deep eyes. At first glance, he seems to be a man with deep scheming and flamboyant temperament.
How could he like this kind of person?
Later, Xie Junyue felt her face hurt. This man was not showy at all.
Dressed in white, he is graceful and elegant, behaves thoughtfully, and is completely obedient to him.
I would accompany him to admire the moon at midnight and watch the clouds at dawn. I would also collect snow and dry flowers just to make him a pot of scented tea.
Except... The romance thing.
Every morning when he wakes up at three o'clock in the morning, Xie Junyue nestles in the warm embrace and always thinks: Zhou Ziyuan must be his husband, although this man is occasionally unreasonable and domineering in bed.
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Zhou Ziyuan relived his life, enjoying glory and wealth, but there was only one pearl in his eyes.
But that man was a brother to Jianghu Caomang, chatting and laughing with scholars, but he avoided him like a snake and a scorpion.
Finally, he got his chance.
When someone is injured and loses his memory, he holds the person next to him and is intimate with him every day. The joy is boundless.
Acting as a gentle and elegant gentleman in front of others, just to keep them by your side.
However, despite all calculations, he never expected that the elegant young man would bump into the murder scene where he wanted to take revenge.
When she saw Zhou Ziyuan, who was hunting in white, pinching someone's neck with the slender fingers she used to make tea for him, Xie Junyue's first reaction was that Zhou Ziyuan was still the same Zhou Ziyuan. Her second reaction was that it was terrible, how could she pretend to have amnesia to watch Zhou Ziyuan's performance in the future.
As Zhou Ziyuan threw the sword, there was a "bang" sound, and Xie Junyue fell softly. She closed her eyes and pretended to be faint before muttering: "You look just like my husband!"
Zhou Ziyuan, who was panicking and hugging people:······
Looking at the unconscious face in his arms, I breathed a sigh of relief!
"Who are you? Where do you live?"
This is a silly joke about being slapped in the face without feeling the pain.
This is a sweet article about a doting wife who works hard to improve her acting skills every day to chase his wife.
Concept: The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.