Rise up, white lotus

He raised his hand and slapped the man's hand on top of his head.

Yan Su dissatisfied: "I don't know your name yet, no matter what, it's just the past life, not the present."

"You will remember, right, who am I..." The man imprisoned him in a corner, his body filled with a familiar aura.

Yan Su was slightly distracted, something surfaced in his subconscious, his lips moved, his voice was barely audible: "Also..."

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes. Although he also felt that his lover would never forget him, he couldn't stop being happy when he heard his lover calling his name again.

"I knew you would never forget me."

The man lowered Yan Su's head excitedly, his lips and teeth were lingering, and his ambiguous and fiery breath floated, domineeringly occupying every inch of the person under him.

Yan Su, dizzy from being kissed, pulled the man by his collar and leaned against him weakly.

……

After regaining consciousness, Yan Su suddenly remembered something she had no memory of, tugged at the man's neckline, and asked, "Can my memory be recovered?"

The man's expression changed, and there was a little reluctance in his eyes, but he still answered: "Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"But I don't want you to recover your memory." The man tightened his arms around Yan Su's waist.

"Hey, it can't be that you did something to be sorry for me and don't want me to know."

"No, it's for another reason. I'll help you if you want."

Although reluctant, but if the lover must recover, he will not stop it.

"Do you know why I want to restore my memory?" Yan Su pulled his hair to make him look down at himself.

The man looked at him suspiciously.

"Because I don't love you, even the familiarity with you feels separated by a thin film."

Hearing this, the man's face became very ugly, he picked him up without saying a word, and walked towards the depths of the palace.

After walking for a while, it finally came to an end. He supported the person with one hand, and pushed open the door in front of him with the other hand.

In front of the eyes, there is an oversized bed, which looks a bit like a palace, with only the big bed empty.

"This is our bedroom? It's too spacious." Yan Su pinched the man's face dissatisfied.

The man also allowed him to answer, "No."

The man pricked his finger, blood flowed along the lines on the side of the big bed, the red light lit up, and a black vortex suddenly appeared.

There is a winding road, and there is another black door. A drop of blood is bounced on the door, and the door trembles and slowly opens.

In the endless darkness, a huge blood-colored transparent coffin was placed in the middle of the room.

Holding Yan Su in his arms, the man walked to the side of the coffin.

It was only then that Yan Su realized that there was a person in the coffin, with a slightly feminine appearance, very similar to a man.

"Who is this?"

"My brother, although he has never seen this world." A trace of tenderness flashed in the man's eyes, this was his last blood relative in this world.

"How did he become like this?" Yan Su was curious and touched the coffin.

"Heh, it's all done by those sanctimonious gods in the God Realm. I hope my brother can return soon."

A drop of blue blood floated in the air and floated in front of Yan Su.

The man was stunned, and looked at the person in the coffin. He didn't wake up, but he seemed to have a little consciousness.

"what happened?"

"Drink it quickly, brother's blood can make people remember all memories." The man comforted Yan Su.

Yan Su looked at the blood with disgust, opened his mouth, and the blood flew into his mouth by itself.

The scorching heat swept through his whole body, a seductive blush appeared on Yan Su's face, he tugged at his clothes, his voice was hoarse: "It's so uncomfortable..."