Gong Heng saw she looked as if she was about to cry again and, with a smile of resignation, his large hand brushed over her delicate little face, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Don't cry, please. Your tears excite me, and I might accidentally aggravate the wound."
Mu Mian immediately stopped her crying, biting her lip with a look of wanting to cry but holding back.
Gong Heng looked at the restraint and grievance on her little face, felt a surge of emotion in his heart, then gently embraced her in his arms, his large hand tenderly stroking her long hair.
"What should I do? It's so tough..."
Her voice was somewhat choked up.
"What?"
"I always want to push you down, you're in my arms every day, I can smell your scent and feel your softness."
Mu Mian's face turned crimson, looking at him with an amused and embarrassed smile.
"Although you've lost your memory, you certainly haven't forgotten about these matters!"
