I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 422 Yu Ru
Shen Lang said, "I'm planning to host a nostalgic event for you, right here in our home. There are many nostalgic corners there that only we know about. I thought that in that familiar environment, coupled with the music and food we once loved, perhaps it would be able to evoke memories dormant deep in your mind."

With his superb medical skills, curing Shen Yuru's amnesia should be a piece of cake.

But the time is not yet ripe, and he doesn't want her to recover her memory so quickly.

Shen Yuru listened to Shen Lang's words, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in her eyes, she nodded gently and said softly: "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try."

The car stopped steadily in front of the Shen family's magnificent villa.

The gate of the villa was closed, and the copper ring on the door gleamed with an ancient and solemn luster under the sunlight.

Shen Yuru got out of the car, looked up at the tall gate of the house, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in her heart.

As you step into the courtyard, the ancient osmanthus tree exudes a faint fragrance. The breeze blows, and the branches and leaves sway gently, making a rustling sound.

A winding gravel road winds forward and leads to the main house. On both sides of the road, there are bonsai of various shapes. Each pot is carefully cared for and has a unique shape, showing the owner's taste.

Shen Yuru's eyes were attracted by the surrounding scenery. She tried to catch a trace of familiar shadow from these scenes with great anticipation, but her mind was still blank and she could not remember anything.

Walking into the main house, the interior decoration is elegant and grand, with ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception.

The carved furniture is neatly arranged, exuding the atmosphere of time.

"Let's go over here, maybe you'll be able to recover your memory soon."

Shen Lang brought Shen Yuru to the bedroom. The layout here was warm and comfortable, and the warm-toned decorations made people feel particularly at ease.

Shen Yuru walked into the house slowly with a slightly hesitant step.

His eyes were full of inquiry as he carefully examined every detail in the house.

Everywhere she looked, there were warm elements, but to her, all of this was like an unreachable dream, familiar yet strange.

She frowned slightly, her eyes revealing deep confusion, and her lips unconsciously pursed, as if she was trying her best to piece together those fragmented fragments of memory.

Then he slowly walked to a carved chair, stretched out his fingers, and gently stroked the delicate patterns on the back of the chair, trying to find a sense of familiarity from the delicate touch.

Then, his eyes fell on the soft bedding on the bed, and his brows frowned even more tightly.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying hard to recall every detail of the past, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead.

Suddenly, a severe headache came like a surging tide.

Her body trembled violently, and she subconsciously held her head with her hands and let out a low groan of pain.

"what……"

His voice was trembling and helpless, his legs went weak, and his whole body was shaky, almost falling to the ground.

Seeing this, Shen Lang immediately held her firmly with both hands.

"Yuru, are you okay?"

With his support, Shen Yuru managed to steady herself, but the headache was still there, with no sign of abating.

She opened her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with pain and confusion.

The voice was weak and said: "My head hurts, my head hurts...Why can't I remember anything?"

Shen Lang gently embraced Shen Yuru in his arms and gently stroked her hair with his hands.

Trying to ease her pain, he softly comforted her, "It's okay, Yuru, don't worry, let's take it slowly."

Shen Yuru leaned in Shen Lang's arms, feeling his warm and strong embrace, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart.

Although the headache was still tormenting her, at this moment, she was actually somewhat greedy for this moment of peace.

She raised her head slightly and her eyes met Shen Lang's. When their eyes met, time seemed to freeze.

Shen Lang looked at Shen Yuru's painful yet pitiful appearance, and his heart was beating fast and itchy.

His gaze slowly moved down and landed on Shen Yuru's slightly red lips.

Shen Yuru felt Shen Lang's intention, her body stiffened slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to resist.

However, Shen Lang hugged her tightly and kissed her hard on the lips. At this moment, Shen Yuru seemed to see the bright stars in the sky in Shen Lang's eyes.

Those scorching eyes seemed to ignite her, as if she was under the scorching sun, her blood began to boil, and her heart was also heated.

She could feel every inch of her skin gradually heating up and becoming scorching hot.

Shen Lang's breath filled her senses like an overwhelming force. The breath had the fresh fragrance of flowers and seemed to carry the scent of sunshine. It was a charming and intoxicating breath.

Shen Yuru suddenly felt that all the suffering she had endured before became insignificant at this moment.

just.

Why do these wonderful feelings occur?

Her thoughts gradually became confused and she could no longer tell what was going on.

I just feel that the wind at this moment is sweet.

Under Shen Lang's skillful kissing technique, she seemed to forget the original purpose of coming here and soon became intoxicated by it.

When she came to her senses, she found herself lying on the bed, and the two of them were talking to each other openly.

Shen Yuru was suddenly startled and subconsciously wanted to push Shen Lang away.

Shen Lang immediately said, "Yuru, don't you want to recover your memory at all? This may be a key step in helping you regain your past. Believe me."

After hearing this, Shen Yuru paused and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, her heart full of confusion.

On the one hand, the situation made her feel shy and uneasy;
On the other hand, the desire to restore memory keeps surging in my heart.

"Am I really your wife?" she began to ask, "Why do I feel so strange here? I can't remember having lived here before. And aren't we moving too fast? I just met you."

"Faster?" Shen Lang shook his head and said, "On our wedding night, you said you would always remember that moment in your heart, even in your next life. I'm here to help you restore your memory."

His tone was full of 'I'm doing this for your own good' rhetoric.

Then he added: "Yuru, believe me, I won't hurt you."

"You...you..." Shen Yuru became nervous again, "I, I'm not ready yet..."

Shen Yuru didn't listen to him.

She just raised her head suddenly and bit his shoulder hard.

Very hard.

It seems as if he wants to vent all the grievances and confusion in his heart in this way.

But this little pain is nothing to Shen Lang.

In order to help Shen Yuru recover her memory, he tried his best.

The treatment lasts sixty to seventy minutes.

Shen Yuru looked at the marks and was even more puzzled: "How could this happen?"

Because she saw blood.

Even though she lost her memory.

But it’s not that I don’t even understand these.

These people don't look like married people at all.

Shen Lang's face was full of confidence: "What did I say just now..."

PS:

Shen Yuru, played by Vivian Chow
Although not as famous as the role of Little Jew, her role in the play "Dama Dan" is also very brilliant.
(End of this chapter)