tened. This little rascal, he was too bold, wasn't he I'm still driving!But her face flushed, she glared playfully at Ye Fan and said: "Don't, I'm driving. Let's wait until we get home, okay""Oh, not...In the not-so-large bedroom, a sultry scent immediately arose, quickly pervading the air.

Man's true nature.

Unless Li Nanshan was an idiot, he would know that Duan Xiangning was deliberately pretending to be hardworking.

He was just suffering from excessive drowsiness and selective amnesia after being stimulated.

Perhaps, with Li Nanfang's memories gradually fading like the endless tales spun by those air travelers, his neural connections regarding the past became increasingly numbed. He forgot more things, more people, yet his primal instincts as a man remained unaffected.

So when Li Nanfang saw Duan Xiangning like this, his heart skipped a beat immediately, and the speed of his blood flow throughout his body also quickened rapidly.

A primal instinct compelled him to slowly lift his hand, grabbing Duan Xiangning who was already kneeling on the bed with her knees. He tugged at a corner of the bathrobe wrapped around her waist.

Some damp towels, with a fragrance of heaven, floated down like clouds.

The sugar content in the air rose rapidly.

A snow-white, flawless, and plump little fish, so alluring that it could drive every man mad, was completely exposed to Li Nanshan's gaze.

It's beautiful.

No, it's breathtaking.

Only the words "exquisite" and "beautiful" can describe Duan Xiangning's skin that seems to be frozen like snow, as well as her jade-like shoulders.

Even, it seemed as if there was a layer of liquefied fluorescence surrounding her abdomen, flowing languidly.

Just pinch that finger, and water will come out, right

"South, rest early."

After being stared at by Li Nanfang for a long time, Duan Xiangning was still a little shy. She murmured like a swallow, slowly lowering her head and leaning against his chest.

Women, fundamentally, are often insincere.

Take Duan Xiangning as an example.

She clearly told him to rest early—rest, isn't that just closing your eyes and sleeping

Then why would she lie on Li Nanshan's chest, sticking out her crimson tongue, like a little snake, slowly winding it on his skin. She didn't seem to mind that he had been soaking in the river and then walked tirelessly for more than four hours with her on his back, so that the sweat that solidified would have a salty, bitter taste

Why, again, was her boneless right hand, following Li Nanshan's chest, gliding slowly downwards, reaching into his shorts and not stopping

Just as Duan Xiangning's right hand was about to touch that thing, Li Nanshan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Duan Xiangning's eyes widened in alarm.

This was because she was afraid that Li Nanshan would suddenly think of something.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to do that right now."

Until Li Nanfang spoke these words in a low voice, Duan Xiangning's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed.

He just wasn't in the mood to do that.

He didn't realize he had been deceived.

She wasn't faking ignorance after all.

That's good.

"Then, let's get some sleep," she said softly, blinking her eyes.

This time, what she said about sleeping actually meant closing her eyes to rest.

But how could she still be lying on the man's chest, her right hand still on that spot, not retracting at all

Perhaps, only this way would Duan Xiangning, who was pretending to be foolish and insecure, feel a sense of security

With a thud, the lights went out.

The room was pitch black.

Nothing could be seen, only the intoxicating scent of a young woman lingered, still dancing like a night spirit in the air.

Li Nanfang had another dream.

...still clinging to a beautiful young woman with white hair and eyebrows, though her body was that of a girl. She refused to let go even unto death.

In his dream, he stared intently at the face that seemed to be both man and woman, feeling a strange sense of disquiet.

He should probably know who this is.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember.

The only way to treat her is as a woman with an androgynous face.

Just as the neutral woman's body suddenly trembled violently, emitting a sound more melodious than a swan, Li Nanshan couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Boom, boom!

When Li Nanshan and the intersex person had a pleasant conversation about several billion in business—the fruits of his labor—he suddenly noticed that the intersex person's face had changed.

No longer is she with white hair and eyebrows, but rather a face of pure beauty befitting a young girl.

A very familiar face.

The owner of the face should be surnamed Yue.

What is it

Li Nanfang struggled to recall the name of the person whose face was seared into his memory, but his head throbbed violently.

After sleeping from early morning until noon, for seven or eight hours, the memories he had longed for not only failed to recover but became even worse.

Even the name of Yue's daughter, she couldn't remember.

If an expert in this field were to explain it to him, they would say that this is one of the most unusual symptoms of amnesia.

Stream of consciousness amnesia.

That is to say, when a patient first develops amnesia, they can still recognize or remember the names of people they know and their relationships with them.

Of course, what the patient thinks of a certain person and their relationship is only superficial.

The deeper you think, the further you go.

But when the patient sleeps soundly, as time passes, those superficial layers of memory will also vanish like water washing away, and they will be forgotten.

Therefore, this special type of amnesia is called flow-like amnesia.

Trying to think of the name of the girl surnamed Yue, Li Nanfang's head suddenly throbbed with excruciating pain, causing him to groan again and open his eyes abruptly.

Then, it closed again.

The window, with curtains hanging from it, had a slit an inch wide at the very top.

The midday sunlight streamed through the crack, landing directly on Li Nanshan's eyes, stinging his pupils.

Forced him to close his eyes.

But he is awake now.

As if his brain had been formatted, thoughts raced through him. Every sensation he felt on his body was transmitted back to his brain with perfect clarity.

This made Li Nanfang hear several muffled coughs.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes and slowly opened them.

Then, he saw a stunningly beautiful peach-like body kneeling beside him. Her snow-white buttocks were like the full moon on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, raised high, facing his face.

Duan Xiangning turned her head to look at Li Nanfang. Her tongue, like a snake, stretched out and gently swept around the corner of her lips. Those things were gone.

"Awake"

Duan Xiangning's voice when she spoke was very gentle and normal.

It was as if she hadn't done anything at all just now.

"Uh, awake."

Looking at the corner of her mouth, Li Nanfang felt a little embarrassed and mumbled, "Just now, just now I had a dream."

"Well, I know."

"How do you know"

Li Nanfang sounded a little puzzled: "You haven't entered my dream again."

Duan Xiangning's eyes flickered, and she softly said, "I heard you talking in your sleep."

"Did I say something in my sleep"

Li Nanging blinked, then remembered.

He was simply forgetting rapidly those people and things from before yesterday.

But they will not forget these people, these things that happened after yesterday.

So that he could, after his daze, quickly think about what he had said in his dream.

He seemed to be shouting those three words at the white-haired, white-bearded androgynous person, just like the male leads in all those East Asian adult films.

Those three words, of course, weren't "I love you."

What is it

Think about it yourself.

Duan Xiangning, who had long been awake anyway, immediately understood what was going on after hearing him call out those three words repeatedly in his dream. She immediately lowered her head and opened her mouth, giving the most perfect cooperation.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

When Li Nánfāng realized that he not only acted intimately with another woman in his dream but also called out her name in front of his wife, and to his astonishment, his wife didn't get angry but instead gave him the most perfect cooperation, letting him taste the exquisite pleasure, Li Nánfāng felt a twinge of shame.

"Heh heh, those three words you said, aren't an apology at all."

Duan Xiangning smirked playfully, tapping her finger on something before getting out of bed. “Alright, go take a shower. I’ll prepare lunch for you.”

As soon as Dang Xiangning finished putting on her clothes and walked out of the bedroom, Li Nanshan let out a long sigh.

With a glance upwards, he looked at the wedding photo hanging on the wall above the bed and muttered to himself, "To be able to marry such a wife is truly my fortune."

Duan Xiangning not only has a sexy and charming appearance, but her cooking skills are also exceptional.

Although her culinary skills are not as good as Li Nanfang's, they are still much better than those useless women like Yue Zizhong and Helan Xiaoxin.

As a matter of fact, the eldest Miss Duan, born into a noble family, only started cooking recently, just over a month ago.

From the moment she forced herself, for Dali Duan Clan, for survival, to start loving Li Nanfang.

A woman is conquered by a man through what.

To conquer a man, a woman must go through his stomach.

Duan Xiangning wholeheartedly believed these two statements, so after deciding that she absolutely had to fall in love with Li Nanfang, she devoted herself to learning how to cook.

As it turns out, when a woman with high intelligence like Duan Xiangning dedicates herself to learning certain skills, the results are undeniably immediate and remarkable.

Several very common home-cooked dishes, such as tomato scrambled eggs, sauteed zucchini with meat, and cold lettuce salad, are truly a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Of course, besides that, there should also be braised pork knuckle and seafood soup with sea cucumber as the base.

...and then a plate of vibrant green and red pickled vegetables, accompanied by two bowls of fragrant rice porridge cooked to perfection, topped off with a few handmade steamed buns – After a satisfying meal, one can contentedly pat their belly. Served by attentive beauties, light up a cigarette, take a deep drag, and savor the feeling - it's simply heavenly, even an emperor wouldn't trade it!

With a floral apron tied around her waist, Duan Xiangning was putting away the dishes when she glanced at Li Nanfang out of the corner of her eye. Seemingly casually, she asked, "Nanfang, what are you doing this afternoon"

What do you think

Li Nanshan thought for a moment, then said: "I don't know what to do."

Last night as he strolled down the street, he was still thinking about returning to Qingshan quickly today and never setting foot in Jinghua again, this place of heartache.

I woke up — green mountains

What is the relationship between Qingshan and Li Nanfang

Now, besides knowing Duan Xiangning and that she was his wife, he couldn't remember anything from before last night, nor anyone.

Duan Xiangning's eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked, "You wouldn't know"

"I, really don't know."

Li Nanfang looked up at her, after a moment he said softly, "Xiangning, sit down, I have something to tell you."

Li Nanfang's serious expression made Duan Xiangning, who was pretending to be oblivious, feel a chill down her spine.

She was truly afraid that Li Nanfang had seen through her act last night, that she had pretended to be foolish and deceived him.

Everything Lu Han said last night was full of holes. If he just woke up a little, he would realize he's been deceived.

But no matter how worried she was, she could only put down what she had in her hands, wipe them on her apron, and sit beside him on the sofa.

"Xiangning, I might have amnesia."

Li Nanfang thought for a moment, feeling that it was best to tell his wife the truth.

After all, losing your memory after an accident isn't something to be ashamed of.

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