An Zhisu calmed down, and her chaotic eyes became scattered, reflecting Ye Lancheng's handsome facial features.

"Ye Lancheng..."

An Zhisu had no time to call his name and fell asleep tiredly.

Ye Lancheng waited for three or four minutes, and saw that she had really fallen asleep again, so he slowly let go of his hand and turned over from her.

After all this tossing, he and An Zhisu were sweating all over. In desperation, Ye Lancheng went to the bathroom to twist the towel and wiped An Zhisu's wet body simply. Then he carried her to the sofa, changed the sheets again, and then took her back to the bed and covered her with a quilt.

An Zhisu fell asleep again, she would be very quiet now. Ye Lancheng looked at her little face and was stabbed by her too pale face. She was like a white porcelain doll, as white as amazingly white.

Ye Lancheng tried hard to recall that in the past eighteen years, he had not been deeply impressed by her few two meetings, but he remembered deeply that she was not as innocent as she is now. He didn't know An Zhisu, and even said that he was familiar with her was reluctant to know her. So he didn't understand her, but he felt that An Zhisu was not such a fragile person. She was only ten years old when her mother passed away. At the funeral, she wore a small black cheongsam and gave her expressionless face to everyone who came to attend the funeral.

bow.

At that time, Ye Lancheng could feel the deep sadness and sadness from her, but he didn't feel that her fragility was vulnerable. He even saw tenacity in her eyes, as if he had a belief, supporting her. He still remembered that he gave her the jade pendant and promised that she could go to him if she had difficulties, and that he would repay her life-saving grace. The little An Zhisu took the jade pendant, but said in a firm tone: "I saved you, not to repay you. If I have difficulties in the future, I hope we can go to you.

What you do is to trade fairly, not to repay kindness.”

Ye Lancheng couldn't remember how he felt when he heard that words, but he still remembered so clearly now, and knew that he must have been impressed at that time, and remembered the little girl in his mind.

In a blink of an fifteen years, An Zhisu had never looked for him. They grew up on their own life paths like two parallel lines. Ye Lancheng never thought that An Zhisu would find herself again, nor did he expect that she would be so desperate that she needed to pretend to be engaged to herself.

Ye Lancheng didn't know why he proposed to marry her at that time, but he still didn't understand it now. He was born with a weak relationship, family, love, and friendship, all seem to be optional to him. Nothing is ordinary, and having it is the icing on the cake.

Maybe so, he felt that it was the same for everyone to marry, and as long as he didn't hate it, there was nothing to do. But after two days of marriage, she was woken up by her cough one night, and was awakened by her one night. Ye Lancheng, who was like his mysterious wife, finally had the impulse to know her past for the first time.

This impulse was not relieved until he called Lao Jiu's phone number and heard Lao Jiu's confused voice in his sleep.

"Young Master, what happened?" Lao Jiu was already sleeping in a daze, but after Ye Lancheng was silent for a few seconds, he immediately woke up.

Ye Lancheng suppressed the idea that Lao Jiu wanted to investigate An Zhisu's past, and indifferently spoke two words: "It's okay."

Lao Jiu:...

Young Master, what did you call me in the middle of the night? Can he put on his pants?

"Keep sleeping." Ye Lancheng cut off the call and threw his phone aside.

Ye Lancheng knew that as long as he ordered, Lao Jiu would be able to investigate what he wanted to know clearly at dawn at the latest. But he still gave up. Those were privacy that An Zhisu didn't want to say. He shouldn't carry her on her back and tear her hidden wounds open.

...

An Zhisu sat at the dining table, holding Ye Lancheng's heated toast in one hand and spitting on it with the other. His seemingly serious movements were betrayed by his erratic eyes.

Ye Lancheng, sitting opposite her, was more serious than her, cutting the toast seriously, and putting it into her mouth with a fork in small pieces. Her elegant movements were like a nobleman of the European royal family. But the three conspicuous scratches on her neck greatly destroyed the beauty.

An Zhisu became more and more guilty as she watched. When she woke up in the morning, Ye Lancheng was no longer in bed. She still vaguely remembered that she had that nightmare again, and she seemed to have lost control, as if she had scratched Ye Lancheng.

An Zhisu hoped that those vague memories were a dream, but the newly replaced bed sheets and quilts gave her a realistic slap. They were all calling to tell her that none of them were dreams.

She was so overestimating herself. She thought she would not be stimulated by Zhao Linlin's words. Who knew that when she entered the night, the nightmare captured her fragile nerves and made her remember those terrifying scenes again.

Will Ye Lancheng treat her as a lunatic? An Zhisu is really not sure. After all, even when Song Jiaren saw her "crazy", she thought she had something mentally wrong.

Song Jiaren later firmly believed that she was not sick because she understood An Zhisu since childhood, and they had absolute trust in each other. However, she and Ye Lancheng really had no trust.

"Do you like to eat ketchup?" Ye Lancheng's indifferent voice pulled An Zhisu back from his trance.

An Zhisu paused his hand and looked down. At some point, she had applied a thick layer of tomato sauce to the whole piece of toast.

"Ha...hehe... the tomato sauce is delicious." An Zhisu quickly put down the spoon of the tomato sauce, endured a sour smell, and took a big bite in front of Ye Lancheng to prove that he really liked to eat tomato sauce.

Ye Lancheng:...

Damn it!

Why is it so sour!

An Zhisu almost vomited, and her teeth were almost sore. She was so mean, why did she get lost when applying tomato sauce? And Ye Lancheng, why didn’t you remind me earlier?

"Eat less, it's not good to eat too much ketchup." Ye Lancheng didn't know if he was intentionally giving her a way out, so he said casually and lowered his head to continue eating his own.

"Haha, I think I should eat less." Of course, An Zhisu came down the steps and threw the toast covered with tomato sauce onto an empty plate aside, then took a few big mouthfuls of milk. The sourness in his mouth was diluted by the mellow fragrance of milk.

An Zhisu's actions did not escape Ye Lancheng's afterwards. Ye Lancheng's mouth, which lowered his head, raised slightly, showing a rare smile.

After the couple had breakfast, An Zhisu was very active in cleaning up the dishes: "I'll come, I'll do it, you can change your clothes and go to work, it's not good to be late."

"Today's weekend." Ye Lancheng reminded indifferently.

An Zhisu:...Okay, don't tell her an unemployed vagrant about the weekend. She is spending the weekend every day now.
Chapter completed!