"Sorry, I'm feeling it... It's nothing else! Because I think of your former lover!!"

Ling Luoyu slowly raised his eyes and flickered his eyes.

"You have lost your memory and don't remember her... Even if she is standing in front of you now, you don't know who she is!! In my hometown, there is a man named Tagore who wrote such a poem... The farthest distance in the world is not between you and me, but between life and death; the farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you..."

Mo Xuanchen suddenly grabbed her hand and his eyes flashed: "Luo Xuan, who are you?!"

Ling Luoyu's fingertips trembled slightly and slowly pulled his hands: "I am Luo Xuan!!"

She lowered her eyes and stood up, her feet staggering slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm drunk, I'm going to rest..."

Ling Luoyu dared not stay any longer!

She felt the effect of alcohol!

If she stayed here again, she was afraid that she would not be able to control herself, so she would talk nonsense and say everything.

She retreated and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Mo Xuanchen.

"No!! You are not Luo Xuan!! Who are you? What is your relationship with me before?!"

"It doesn't matter!!" Ling Luoyu suddenly shouted in a deep voice, shook his hand and pushed him away, but because his feet were unstable, he fell backwards.

"careful!"

Mo Xuanchen flipped his arm, hugged her in and turned her body and fell down.

With his long hair loose, Ling Luoyu fell asleep in his arms.

With a light raising Mo Xuanchen looked at the wine pot on the table: "So fast?"

This pot of wine was made by him.

His original intention was to take advantage of Ling Luoyu's drunken time to find some secrets, but she knew that after she was driving her power, she quickly rushed to the front and got drunk in an instant.

Looking at the person who was lying in his arms, he bent down and picked her up, but couldn't help but be stunned.

"So light?!"

A big man, but as light as a Hongyu, hugged him in his arms, as if he was holding a delicate woman.

A faint fragrance comes to my nose, like nephrite again.

"A big man, but he looks like a woman..."

He smiled and pushed open the door and put her on the bed.

As he bent over, his long hair brushed across her cheeks.

"Xuanchen, don't make trouble..."

Ling Luoyu whispered and shook his hand.

Mo Xuanchen's heart was like a knife cut in an instant. He groaned in pain and fell on the bed.

"Xuanchen?"

She called so naturally and so intimately, as if these two words had popped out of her mouth countless times.

Could it be??

She really knows her past??

Mo Xuanchen stroked his chest with his hand, looked into her eyes, and shook his head in disbelief.

"Luo Xuan, who are you? Is it accidental or inevitable that you will appear by my side?"

Her cheeks were pink, her lips were as beautiful as peach blossoms, bright and dripping. Slight sweat beads of sweat were oozing from the tip of her nose and forehead, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of a woman.

This smell made him feel rippled and he didn't want to control himself for no reason.

Looking at her sleeping position, Mo Xuanchen's fingers couldn't help but slowly stroked her cheek.

"Luo Xuan..."

Ling Luoyu turned over, held his wrist with both hands, and pillowed his cheeks on his palm.

"Xuanchen, don't leave..."

Mo Xuanchen's heart was getting more and more painful. He couldn't help but kneel in front of the bed, looking at her cheeks with rapid breathing.

"how so?!"

Why does his heart hurt last time every time she calls him?
Chapter completed!