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When Chu Yunmo opened his eyes, what he saw was the antique red curtain, and then he slowly remembered.

Presumably this is the past... that is... ancient times?

Chu Yunmo looked around, aside from the bed she was lying on, the room she was in was not big, it didn’t look like a wealthy family, even the tables and chairs were made of pure wood, probably there was room for things, so she took them back Home.

The only thing to see in this room must have been the dresser.

Sure enough, women still have to treat themselves well.

Although he was a little confused, Chu Yunmo still believed in his mother. She said that she would be happy here, and she would be happy.

Chu Yunmo lay down for a while, the only thing she felt different might be her body, which seemed to have an inexhaustible strength.

Too lazy to be lazy, just as Chu Yunmo was about to get up, when the door opened, she immediately sat on the edge of the bed, put on the boots that were placed aside, and only then did she see her body, which was blocked by clothes Looking, the only thing that can be seen are these slender, skinny hands, and... cocoons?

"Sir, are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

The woman who entered the door was holding a wooden basin in her hand, she was dressed plainly, her hair was wrapped in a scarf, but her face was extremely beautiful, so that seeing Chu Yunmo felt a little familiar, and this voice...

Chu Yunmo shook his head and let go of this thought. She knew all the people she knew, so there shouldn't be such a person.

Wait, wait, Xianggong?

Chu Yunmo touched her chest, it was indeed flat, her hands were trembling and she dared not touch the bottom...

"I, I'm not your husband."

This voice...deep...magnetic...critical...is a man's voice...

Before Chu Yunmo had time to think about it, the basin in the woman's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the water splashed all over the woman. Chu Yunmo could still see the heat of the water falling on the ground.

"Sanggong, Xianggong...I'm sorry." The woman tidied up the wooden basin in a panic.

Chu Yunmo sighed, he was really not sure that his mother would not be lying...or...the person in front of him could make him happy?

"Are you okay?" Bing Qu thought wildly, Chu Yunmo walked over to take the wooden basin in her hand, only then realized that the basin...was a little hot.

Chu Yunmo immediately lifted off the woman's skirt, and there were white trousers in the skirt. This...Chu Yunmo was embarrassed.

"Sir, it's fine, I'm fine." The woman took the wooden basin from Chu Yunmo.

When Chu Yunmo saw her holding back and limping, he couldn't help frowning, sighed, carried her to the bed, and took off her shoes. Ancient women had really small feet.

Chu Yunmo dragged a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, only then did he see her big tears falling down.

"Uh...wh...what's the matter?"

"I, I thought my husband didn't want me anymore." The woman sniffed, Chu Yunmo felt a little cute.

"I don't know what I should tell you now, I... forgot a lot of things. Hey, don't, don't cry, what I said is true."

Chu Yunmo wiped her tears with his clothes. To be honest, she had thought a long time ago that if she had a younger sister or younger brother, her life would not be so miserable.

Now, just be a sister.

Chu Yunmo comforted her for a long time before she finally stopped. Chu Yunmo thought to herself: Maybe this is a real woman, isn't it said that women are made of water?

Chu Yunmo gently rolled up her trousers, took off her socks, revealing her fair and lovely little feet, her calf was probably burnt red, and there were a few small blisters, when she heard the woman fall down After a few breaths, Chu Yunmo blew for her, "Then... what's your name?"

The roots of her ears turned red, and she stammered, "Chu...Chu Jun'er..."

Chu Juner?

Is your surname Chu...?

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