Xiaofeng obediently moved a little further in.
Ye Cheng dried his hair and naturally got into bed.
Xiaofeng, lying on her side with her chin propped up, blinked at him, "You really don't remember me anymore."
Looking at her tender white face, Ye Cheng nodded, "I don't remember."
"You actually really don't remember. You don't remember me, but you still have the nerve to get into my bed. Or is this just your style?" Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow.
He didn't know her, yet he dared to climb into her bed.
"Didn't you say you are my wife? Even though we don't recognize each other, hasn't our bodies already communicated before? It—recognizes you," Ye Cheng pointed at his own body.
Xiaofeng let out a gentle laugh, "I never would have guessed, people become frivolous after losing their memory. So you're saying, you came today to help your body remember."
