It has been five years, and only he knows how much he has missed this woman over the years.
"Why are you Feng Hao? Why are you Xia Yucheng's husband? You are that woman's husband, not mine, not mine..." she sobbed.
"I am your husband, because you are Xia Yucheng, so I am Feng Hao. Because I am your husband, baby, your husband is Feng Hao. I am yours and will always be yours. No one can
Take it away, don't be afraid." Feng Hao knew the grievance she felt in her heart. She didn't remember anything and regarded him as the husband of another woman.
"I am Lily, I think you are King."
"Okay, you say yes. As long as we are together, identity is not important. As long as we are together, nothing else is important."
"But I still can't accept it..." She beat his chest, "Who is that woman? Why are you so sure you didn't identify the wrong person?"
Xia Yucheng thought of the statement about DNA and became even more angry, but she couldn't think of a reason to complain about this man, so she kept beating him.
"I will never mistake my baby. We love each other deeply. How could we be wrong about that unique feeling?" Feng Hao murmured, and suddenly his tall body pressed her down and she fell down.
"I'm scared. This is all wrong. Parker said..." She suddenly stopped talking. Parker was gone. She had no memory and needed someone to remind her and help her remember.
She must have absolute trust in this person.
Then, it can only be this Feng Hao.
His thin lips touched hers with a light kiss. Xia Yucheng's body trembled slightly. This kiss was so strange and yet so familiar.
His infatuated and affectionate kisses always made her feel something. That feeling was wonderful, as if it gave her a memory, so full and full.
Feng Hao reached out and turned on the desk lamp. His amber eyes were staring at her closely, affectionately and intoxicated...
She didn't hate his touch, but he aroused some kind of longing deep in her heart.
That feeling was familiar to her, it was as if her body recognized him.
Xia Yucheng smiled gently. She raised her hand and gently smoothed his frown. Looking into his deep eyes, she slowly lowered her head and kissed his thin lips.
When nothing can be identified, that strong sense of recognition is the most real. Xia Yucheng seemed to understand that she might really be better off with this man, because she did not reject his possession at all.
In fact, she had a desire for him that even she herself could not deny.
"My dear..." she whispered passionately in English.
Feng Hao was slightly startled, staring at her with passionate eyes. That "honey" call was probably the most beautiful love words he had ever heard since he found her.
"My dear..." He responded to her gently, his voice low and hoarse.
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"Does it hurt you?" After the endless request, Feng Hao tried his best to calm down his disordered breathing, and stroked her sweaty temples with his big palm.
Xia Yucheng shook her head, her cheeks turned red.
He kissed her eyes lovingly, turned over and let her lie in his arms, patted her back gently and said softly: "I will spend the rest of my life proving that I am yours. Yes.
One day you will understand and remember that none of this is wrong."
"Are you mine?" Xia Yucheng raised her eyes to look at him.