You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 87 Memory Disorder

Seeing the disappointment on his face, Yu Nanqing curled her lips and leaned down to meet his eyes. "Shen Mochen, it's very late today. We can talk about what we didn't finish tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mochen was slightly taken aback. He raised his eyes and stared at her intently. His throbbing head was filled with the astringent yellow substance, and a faint floral scent filled his nostrils. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to process what she meant by the unfinished business.

Guai Guai has never liked being touched by him; even a slight touch feels like it's going to kill her.

So proactive right now...

As he thought about it, his heart gradually darkened again.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

She must have come up with some brilliant plan to escape, which is why she was willing to lower herself to seduce him.

His eyes, which had been clear for a moment, gradually became murky and dark again.

He crushed the soap he had been clutching in his hand in excitement, then suddenly stood up and pinned her against the sink, his tone as nasty as a scoundrel asking for a beating, "Let me guess what our little darling is thinking."

"He wanted to stab me to death while I was asleep."

"still…"

Yu Nanqing watched him act out his own drama quietly. When he suddenly stopped, she reached out and poked his waist and abdomen. "Say it, why did you stop?"

Seeing her calm and fearless expression, Shen Mochen's unease grew stronger. His eyes changed, as if he wanted to stare through her.

The clock in the master bedroom would tick twice on the hour. Hearing the sound, Yu Nanqing glanced at the door and saw that it was already two in the morning.

If this continues, nobody will be able to sleep.

She sighed softly, took the initiative to compromise and make amends, reached out and hugged his waist, and gently patted his back twice, "Shen Mochen, you forgot a lot of things because you were injured earlier. Let's go to sleep first, and I'll explain to you tomorrow."

Shen Mochen paused, his heart softening. Although he still had doubts, he had no choice but to believe it for the time being, as he was feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

After all, his sweetheart was a stubborn mule who had once sworn that she would never be with him, even if it meant death.

Not to mention she took the initiative to show goodwill and even helped him wipe his face.

She was already being kind by not scratching his face or taking the opportunity to stab him to death.

She was... the person who wished he would die sooner.

Unable to understand, he stopped thinking about it, loosened his grip on her hands, rinsed the soap suds from his palms with hot water, stared at her for a few seconds, and then turned and left.

Seeing that he was listening to her, Yu Nanqing raised her eyebrows slightly, cleaned the cloth in the basin, and hung it up.

After washing up and going outside, I immediately saw Shen Mochen's long legs exposed.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, lying motionless in the quilt, with only a section of the quilt covering his waist and hips.

The clothes he had just been wearing had vanished. Yu Nanqing turned around and saw them neatly piled on the sofa.

She sighed softly; Shen Mochen's bad habit of taking off his clothes anytime, anywhere hadn't changed at all.

Like a dutiful wife, she dutifully took another blanket from the closet and covered him with it, then tugged at the pillow under his head to make sure he wouldn't suffocate.

After doing all this, she turned off the light and got into bed. As soon as she lay down, she was dragged into the warm blankets, her back forced to press tightly against someone's smooth chest.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart pounded wildly in fright. Once she calmed down, she realized that Shen Mochen had been pretending to be asleep.

She was a little angry, so she turned over and bit him hard on the chest, saying, "You shameless person."

With his consciousness fading, Shen Mochen struggled to open his eyes. His chest ached and itched from being bitten. He took a deep breath, buried his face in hers, and his hands also gave her shapely buttocks a couple of playful squeezes. "So, you're only realizing this now, my sweetheart..."

"Ouch..." Yu Nanqing shrank back and slapped him on the shoulder.

Shen Mochen slowly released her, licked around the red marks on her face where he had sucked her, and then whispered a soft, coquettish sound before clamping her down with his foot, "Be good, go to sleep."

Yu Nanqing was so angry that her teeth itched. She rubbed her face against his chest, where he had licked her, and struggled for a while but couldn't break free. Instead, she was exhausted and panting.

Once the sound stopped, Shen Mochen glanced down at her and tightened his grip on her. "Go to sleep first, and I'll let you slap me in the face tomorrow to vent my anger."

"..." Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback. Seeing that he was still as shameless as before, he simply turned over and lay there like a dead fish.

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Yu Nanqing slept too soundly that night and was completely bewildered when she woke up the next day and saw the glittering gold chain on her wrist.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and she couldn't help but be somewhat taken aback.

Being imprisoned is something that hasn't happened in a long time.

What is Shen Mochen up to?

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and the culprit, Shen Mochen, came in with breakfast. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a calm expression, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to her.

Yu Nanqing looked suspicious and wanted to question him, but the porridge smelled so good that she couldn't help but swallow back the words that were about to come out and eat the porridge.

It's seafood congee.

The ingredients were plentiful; she tasted abalone and shrimp in that last bite.

Seeing that she obediently ate, Shen Mochen's expression improved a lot. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said his first words of the morning, "As long as Miss Yu stays by my side obediently, I can give Miss Yu everything she wants."

Miss Yu?

Yu Nanqing's expression was somewhat confused. She had only heard this title before, during the time when Shen Mochen first kidnapped her and when she returned after faking her death.

"I visited my parents yesterday, and they were very satisfied with me. The people from the Civil Affairs Bureau will be here soon."

Yu Nanqing stared blankly at him, even forgetting to chew, and swallowed the porridge mixed with half an abalone, almost choking to death.

She covered her mouth and coughed violently a few times, then took a big gulp of water from Shen Mochen's hand to swallow the thing blocking her throat.

Shen Mochen's memory has regressed?

She vividly remembered the scene when Shen Mochen told her about it and forced her to get married.

She resisted fiercely and argued with him endlessly.

However, due to the vast difference in their fighting abilities, she was ultimately forced by Shen Mochen to register their marriage.

As she sized up Shen Mochen, Shen Mochen also sized her up, not missing a single change in her expression.

There was no anger, no disgust, and no...fear?

He gripped the bowl of porridge tightly, somewhat at a loss for what to do.

Yu Nanqing looked at him intently, pursed her lips, and hesitated before speaking, "I want a cell phone."

At this point, Shen Mochen wasn't particularly wary of her, so if she showed a little weakness, he would give her the phone.

However, he will keep a close eye on her, monitor her, and not give her any chance to escape.

Seeing her call the person whose contact was saved as her family doctor, Shen Mochen frowned slightly. "Are you not feeling well?"

Yu Nanqing glanced at him sideways and nodded slightly, "Yes, a little."

It's not for her to see; the one who needs to see a doctor the most is Shen Mochen.