Chapter 3632

Yan Dan is most worried about mice with amnesia.

Su Mian also said before that the mouse, which compresses the nerve, is most likely to cause amnesia.

So, seeing him wake up, she asked immediately.

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The mouse closed his eyes, he only felt very tired, he was very tired, he wanted to sleep, slept until the sky was old, and the sea was dry.

But there was always a nice and familiar voice in my ears.

This voice accompanies him all the time, giving him peace of mind and warmth in the boundless darkness.

He wanted to respond, but couldn't laugh or speak.

I can only listen to her story quietly, her story with a man.

Does she think of herself as him?

When she talked, she would laugh and cry, and it was obvious that she loved that man very much.

He couldn't respond anymore. After all, he didn't even know who he was, so he would just be her audience.

She would also read fairy tales to him.

Treat him as a kid!

Well, woman, wait, when he wakes up, he will tell her personally how old he is!

The woman will wipe his face and feed him.

Speaking of feeding, it's a shame.

In order to finish quickly, he will try his best to cooperate with her.

Sometimes they deliberately delayed the progress, just coveting the breath on her lips.

With soft lips and familiar temperature, he just couldn't remember who she was.

His wife?

Does he have a wife?

Should he have a wife?

He didn't know, he was always in chaos when he was conscious.

And everything he perceives comes from this woman beside him.

Another day, the woman seemed to be very angry and sat angrily in front of him. He could hear her breathing heavily.

"The dead mice are all because of feeding you. They thought I was kissing you secretly? You said, if I wanted to kiss you, I would have kissed you in a fair way, do I need to be so secretive? You said, I kiss you now, Will you resist?"

He was still thinking about whether to resist.

The woman's two sweet lips pressed against him, and then his lips were severely caught by the woman, gnawing, as if venting something.

He doesn't hurt, but he hurts her a little bit. If it makes her feel better, kiss her.

I have to say that he himself is very greedy for her kisses and is eager for her to go further.

Suddenly the woman left his lips and giggled, "I just kissed you and bit you and stamped you, how about it? She will report it again! I still touch you!"

Mouse:...

Suddenly!

The bottom was held down.

He wants to know now, who is this hooligan?

If you kiss him and touch him again, don't people care?

Is he dead, this is hell?

Hell is so dark!

If this kind of female hooligan was in their country, she would be arrested in minutes, and let her kiss and touch her here!

The mouse thought angrily.

When he wakes up, he must take a look at the appearance of this woman hooligan, so that she will always remember how he touched him.

After the female hooligan touched him, she thought there would be further action, but the woman just touched him, then disappeared for a while, and then came back, still feeding him food and water.

He suspected that those unbearable pictures just now were contrived by him.

The woman had fed the meal seriously, then wiped his face and hands.

Only these were done by her, and the body rubbing was done by another man.

He called him the third brother bit by bit.

He didn't know who he was, let alone who the man who called him the third brother was.

He only knew that they were very good to him, the kind of relatives.

Another day, the woman stopped a bunch of reporters outside and did something shameful.

I was angry and annoyed and talked a lot about him.

(End of this chapter)