She was searching for her subconscious feeling in silence. The degree of her body's dependence and attachment to this man was somewhat familiar, even longing.
"Did I love you very much before?" She asked in a low voice when he picked her up and prepared to go back to the house.
"I love you very much, as much as I love you."
In the past, she often told him coquettishly, asking him to slow down a little and wait for her, waiting for her to love him as much as he does.
But now, he may have to wait for a long, long time. If there is no memory, it will be a bit difficult for her to love him as much as before.
Especially since Parker gave her such a different life and experience.
"I want you to love me more!" Xia Yucheng hugged his neck, the innocent look in her eyes was as tired and lazy as a cat, so cute.
He laughed softly. In fact, he had always loved her more.
"As you wish, my dear!" He couldn't help but kiss her face, and his heart felt as warm as being brushed gently by feathers.
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In the early morning, when Xia Yucheng woke up, her daughter was in her arms, and she and her daughter were lying in Feng Hao's arms.
As soon as she moved, Feng Hao woke up. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair and asked, "Are you awake?"
Thinking of the crazy intimacy on the terrace last night, she blushed and said nothing.
"We will leave here the day after tomorrow and return to Kyoto first. Grandma misses you very much and wants to see you."
"Kyoto?" Xia Yucheng held her daughter in her arms, and suddenly her memory flashed back to what May May said about the levels of servants in Fengzhai, "Is Fengzhai very big?"
"It's okay!" Feng Hao smiled.
"Am I the hostess?"
"Always."
"Do they think... I'm dead?" The mistress who has not been home for five years is still an amnesiac. It must be very strange in the eyes of the servants!
Feng Hao stroked her arm and said, "No one in your family dares to make irresponsible remarks to you, don't worry!"
Although her back was turned to him, Xia Yucheng still heard the inviolable majesty from his tone. Thinking about those levels again, she became a little curious.
"Wu Yue said that the servants in Feng Mansion are all hierarchical. Thinking about it, it's a big and hierarchical family..." She couldn't find an appropriate adjective to describe it.
"Are you great?" she asked next.
"Xiao Guai, this isn't the first time you've asked this question." Feng Hao leaned over and gently placed his chin on her shoulder, "Didn't I tell you that you don't want to go there if you don't mention the past?"
"That's me and you, this is different, this is me and...them, those who remember me but I don't remember them."
"How can it be so serious? Just do it like you did in the manor. Remember, you are their mistress and the wife of the head of the Feng family. You have absolute and inviolable authority." Feng Hao protects his shortcomings the most, as long as he
With her by his side, everything else is just a cloud.
"In the manor? I'm very powerful. Privately, some servants say I'm crazy."
"Who said that?" Feng Hao's eyes suddenly changed and he suppressed a smile. Not everyone could say that about his woman.
"What do you want to do? Could it be that someone told me that you still want to help me kill him?" She lay down carefully, stretched out her hand, and Feng Hao lay on her arm.
"Whoever makes you unhappy, I will make him unhappy for the rest of his life." Mr. Feng's slightly cold eyes revealed that he has only one purpose, that is, whatever his beloved wife does is right.