The Little Maid Is Delicate and Soft, and the Young Master Will Dote on Her During the Day When She Coughs up Blood at Night.

#Nephew, open the door, I am your wife! # After serving tea and water for three years, I thought I was just an inconspicuous little maid in Mr. Shen's courtyard. It wasn't until that ridiculous night in Leigong Mountain when he grabbed my wrist and asked in a mute voice, "Who are you?" - I didn't know that this gentle and gentle young man had lost his memory. What's even more ridiculous is that with amnesia, he turned out to be like a husband, taking care of me every night. Jumping forward repeatedly to thirty years ago, I was shocked to find that the young master was actually my sister! This is difficult to reconcile. I should push him away. But when he asked with red eyes, "Huai Xi, do you dislike me?", I couldn't bear it after all. Now that his memory is gradually awakening, the eyes he looks at me are becoming more and more complex. And when I looked at my increasingly pregnant belly, I just felt like the world was spinning—— If this baby is born, should he call me mother or aunt?