Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 158 A Soul-Searching Question: Have You Slept With Him?

Minghua's heart jumped into her throat.

That's the truth, but she absolutely cannot admit it.

What does what Minghua with memories of her own have to do with the Minghua who has lost her memory?

Now, looking at Yan Wenjin, whose complexion was getting worse and worse.

There's a difference between proactively admitting a mistake and being passively discovered to be wrong.

She hurriedly crawled forward on her knees, reached out and hugged Yan Wenjin's face, and planted two kisses on the man's cheek.

His tone was low and his expression was very sincere.
"I'm so sorry, honey, I don't know where I put the ring."

"I have amnesia now and I don't know anything."

"If you want to wear rings, we can go buy a pair to wear on your fingers, what do you think?"

First, appease them, then apologize, and finally propose a solution.

Minghua, you're quite the clever one.

After Minghua finished speaking, she looked at Yan Wenjin with her beautiful peach blossom eyes full of anticipation.

Yan Wenjin's forced angry expression almost crumbled.

He never imagined that Minghua, who had lost her memory, would look like this.

It's like a sweet, fluffy little cake.

One bite, and your entire mouth is filled with that rich, satisfying flavor.

He forced a serious expression and gave a curt "Mmm".

Minghua's eyes and brows instantly came to life, curving into crescents:
"Thanks husband."

"By the way, who are Fu Shizheng and Jun Yiqing that you just mentioned?"

I only heard their names.

Minghua felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Just like Yan Wenjin.

Minghua was able to let down her guard so quickly because a voice inside her kept telling her that this person wouldn't hurt her and could be trusted, which led to her choice.

Yan Wenjin glanced at Ming Hua indifferently, uttering a few words without a trace of emotion:

"Nobody, just one of your suitors."

"Ah...my suitor..."

Minghua laughed awkwardly twice.

No wonder Yan Wenjin's expression wasn't good when she mentioned those two.

Who could like their wife's suitors?

Moreover, this situation arose because she didn't want to make their relationship public.

He quickly cupped Yan Wenjin's face, leaned forward, and kissed her twice more, comforting her:

"Do not be angry."

After pausing for two or three seconds, he spoke:
"Only you are my husband."

Yan Wenjin pressed her advantage, forcefully placing her hand on Minghua's waist:
"What kind of husband is he if he doesn't have a marriage certificate?"

"Come with me to get our marriage certificate."

Minghua's 3S-level healing power was achieved without her approval.

Even though these people wielded immense power, they couldn't force the marriage certificate and place their names in the position of Minghua's husband.

Minghua's gaze lingered for two or three seconds.

Not really.

They got their marriage certificate just like that?

For some reason, she instinctively wanted to refuse.

Moreover, she has no memory of anything right now, so she is not suitable to make such a major decision.

Minghua gave an awkward laugh. "I have no memory of it now. It wouldn't be good to rush into getting a marriage certificate."

"Is there something wrong with it?"

Yan Wenjin's gaze turned dangerous, and his strong, powerful hand moved up Minghua's supple waist and placed on her thin back.

The burning heat from the man's large hand made Minghua tremble involuntarily.

Yan Wenjin spoke:
"Are you afraid that if you marry me, it will prevent you from enjoying the advances of other men?"

"How can it be."

Minghua shook her head repeatedly, refusing to admit that she was that kind of person.

"How could I possibly do such a thing?"

"I just wanted to, I just wanted to..."

"I've got it!" Minghua's eyes lit up. She placed her hands on Yan Wenjin's shoulders and looked at the man sincerely with her beautiful peach blossom eyes. "I just want to get our marriage certificate with the memories of our love between us."

What loving memories could they possibly have?

Yan Wenjin chuckled softly, but did not press the matter further.

He put his arm around Minghua's waist and let her lean against him, then opened the terminal and went to the wedding ring page.

"Let's pick out a new ring and see which one you like."

"If I find out you've lost the ring again this time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"No, no, I definitely won't."

Upon hearing this, Minghua swallowed hard and hurriedly made a promise.

"I will wear the ring on my hand every day from now on, and I will never take it off."

"Ah."

Yan Wenjin gave a soft "hmm" and watched Minghua's slender fingers slide across the terminal, selecting her favorite ring.

Each of these rings can be described as extremely expensive.

They come in various shapes and sizes.

But Yan Wenjin was willing.

From a distance, it looks just like a newlywed husband indulging his wife.

He sincerely hoped that this moment could last a little longer, much longer.

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At night
When the two of them were sleeping.

New disagreements have emerged.

As Minghua's husband, Yan Wenjin naturally had to sleep in the same bed with Minghua at night.

Even if the two of them do nothing.

But for Minghua, who has amnesia...

Strange.

It's really strange.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gazed at the exquisite patterns on the carpet.

Yan Wenjin was washing up in the bathroom attached to the room.

The house is very soundproof; it's almost impossible to hear any noise.

But Minghua's earlobes quietly turned red, as if the sound of a gentle bath was echoing in her ears.

In the quiet bedroom
Her imagination began to soar, and she could picture the bathroom just a few meters away.

Hot water flowed down the man's honey-colored skin, like flowing silver chains.

The ultimate temptation, an explosion of male hormones.

Even without the memory, she still believed from the bottom of her heart that Yan Wenjin had an excellent and alluring figure.

Tonight, she will be sleeping in the same bed as Yan Wenjin.

Minghua's five fingers, which were resting on the edge of the bed, suddenly gripped the sheets tightly, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

According to Yan Wenjin, the two of them must have slept together quite a few times before, right?
Otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up getting married.

Then why is she still so nervous and even wants Yan Wenjin to move out?

Does the loss of memory also cause the body to lose its responses?

Minghua pursed her lips, secretly feeling a little strange.

Before this strange feeling could spread further, the bathroom door was opened.

Yan Wenjin, dressed in a black bathrobe that revealed a large expanse of his full chest and well-defined abdominal muscles, emerged amidst a cloud of steam.

Moist water droplets slid down his forehead and disappeared into his black bathrobe.

Every strand of her hair was damp, and even her usually sharp eyebrows and eyes were moist.

It has a slightly washed, glossy feel.

The oppressive aura that belonged to a top-tier 3S-level expert instantly diminished considerably.

Yan Wenjin was drying her hair with a dry towel in her hand when she saw Minghua sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a hesitant expression.

"what happened?"

Yan Wenjin took the initiative to speak.

Minghua took two deep breaths, mustered her courage, and spoke:
"I want to ask you something, and you'd better not lie to me."

Did we sleep together?

"cough!"

Yan Wenjin choked instantly.

This time, even her face had a faint blush.