After amnesia, he was with his nemesis

Dou Jinglan opened a book and didn't turn the pages for a long time.

The writing is boring and difficult, and it is a tome that most people will not even take a second look at except for writing papers.

The drunken alpha was humming in the bathroom, its shadow cast on the frosted glass.

He turned on the shower.

The steaming hot air passes through the crack of the door, and the dense water vapor touches people's heartstrings.The air he breathed carried the faint smell of alcohol.

The bathroom turned into a steaming wine cellar in just a few minutes, and the light smell of wine scrambled to get out of the door and spread outward.

Dou Jinglan turned her eyes and fixed her eyes on the book for a long time.

He put away the book.

The movement was a little hasty and very forceful, grabbing the outer cover of the book into a fold vigorously, not quite like him.

Because he usually cherishes books very much.

The book was randomly stuffed into the bedside table. The owner of the book was lying on his back on the quilt with his hands behind his head. It was obviously a relaxed posture, but it made people feel that he was tense.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

until the bathroom door opens.

The alpha who opened the door was barefoot, his feet were covered with water, his slippers were missing, his ivory white feet stepped on the gray carpet, his footsteps were flimsy, he took two steps, and then jumped forward.

His face was flushed because of the transpiration of the water vapor just now, and even though there was a carpet, his knees were bare, and they still hurt.

He complained silently: "It hurts..."

The person on the bed was shocked by his movement and opened his eyes, and walked in front of him.

Jiang Bang only had a bath towel around his body.

The bath towel wasn't fastened at all, and because it knocked on the ground, it now splits from the side of his legs, exposing his thighs, and there is a tendency to separate and fall further outward.

The person who came reached out and grabbed it, and re-tightened it for him.

There was still dew on Jiang Bang's eyelashes, and he said blankly: "You are so kind..."

Dou Jinglan asked: "Can you stand up? You should go to bed."

Jiang Bang maintained this kneeling posture and nodded: "I can..."

While talking, support yourself.

Shaky.

Dou Jinglan held one of his hands, followed the water dripping from his neck to his chest silently, and said, "Stand still?"

Jiang Bang nodded, holding his two fingers tightly.He knew that he couldn't stand firmly, so he subconsciously found a fulcrum, and he was unwilling to let go.

Dou Jinglan hurt a little from his grip, and led him towards the bed.

It wasn't until being stuffed under the quilt by Dou Jinglan and the towel was taken away that he blinked blankly and asked, "Why am I sleeping with you...? Are you Dou Jinglan?"

Dou Jinglan: "Why do you ask that, what if I say I'm not?"

Jiang Bang propped himself up, and wanted to get up in a daze: "Then I won't sleep with you...I'll go find him..."

Dou Jinglan turned her head to look at him, and smiled: "What happened after you found him? You're not wearing anything, where are you going?"

Jiang Bang closed his eyes, thought seriously, and turned his back for a moment: "Then I'll ignore you...I'll wait for him to come."

Dou Jinglan flicked his still wet hair, took a towel and slowly massaged the top of his head, and asked, "Why are you waiting for him? Am I okay?"

If Qu Yingzhe was here, he would definitely say it.

Dou Jinglan is quite good at role playing.

Jiang Bang turned his back to him and frowned, "But...but I only like him..."

Dou Jinglan stopped wiping his hair.

He knew that he would get a lovely answer, so he was just looking forward to it, but he didn't expect the surprise to come too soon.

Jiang Si said he likes himself.

I like this word Jiang Bang said before.

But at that time, his eyes were clear and his tone was calm, anyone could tell that it was a friend's favorite.

But now...it was very different, there was a hint of entanglement and uncertainty in that tone.

That uncertainty is not aimed at myself, but like a person who has a crush on thinking about whether the object of his crush likes him or not.

Dou Jinglan needs conclusive evidence.

He asked coaxingly, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again?"

Jiang Bang replied seriously: "I said I only like him, so I can't sleep with you."

"Why do you only like him?" Dou Jinglan asked, "Do you not like others?"

Jiang Bang closed his eyes, smiled slightly and said, "I like it too."

Dou Jinglan moved his hand wiping his hair slightly, thinking.

really.

But Jiang Bang was serious and explained to him word by word: "But they are different."

He turned over, his naked body was like a flexible fish under the quilt, he opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "You haven't been in love, have you? This liking is different from liking my friend."

There was a heart-pounding smile hidden in those eyes, and the mist waved slightly because of drunkenness, trying to turn the person who was looking at him into a blur.

"I just like him. I want to give him a sudden hug. I want to have close contact with him. When I see his heart-warming expression, I will kiss him..." He snapped his fingers, "There are many more. It's hard to like someone. , I dare not tell him, I can only talk to you, now that I’m sleepy, I won’t tell you—”

Jiang Bang didn't say the last word.

His lips were covered with scorching heat, his eyes widened in vain, and the final sound was cut off in his own mouth.

The other party's pleasant fragrance occupied his brain violently, and the pheromones overwhelmingly swept all his senses.

His eyes were covered tightly by this man, and he fell into darkness.

The struggling eyelashes scraped against the opponent's slightly rough palm, and Jiang Bang reflexively turned his head to avoid it, but the man turned his face back, forced him to press it back into the pillow, and was forced to bear this passionate kiss.

Swallowing the opponent's saliva, entangled with his hot tongue, his sensitive palate was scraped heavily, Jiang Bang whimpered and struggled, and pressed his hands on the opponent's chest, but his legs were firmly clamped by the opponent, and his body was completely pressed by this person , It was difficult to move, and the physiological tears could not stop flowing.

It wasn't until his tears wet the pillow that Dou Jinglan, who returned rationally, backed away apologetically, and reached out to wipe his tears. Soon he found that he couldn't finish wiping, and Jiang Bang cried anxiously and fiercely.

Dou Jinglan bowed her head gently, and licked the corner of his eyes again.

This made Jiang Bang's distraught crying stop slightly, and he forgot the reason for his anger.

Subconsciously, he panted out anxiously, racing against time, but was soon kissed by the intruding regular customer, swallowing his difficult breath.

The other party's lips were hot and unspeakably familiar, and the way he kissed him reminded him of the pre-estrus.

Such a similar temperature and strength.

Jiang Bang's eyes widened, the suffocating kiss woke him up for a moment, and he suddenly realized something.

He hadn't been kissed much, and there was only one person who felt so familiar to him recently.

That person is...

Dou Jinglan.

Then, he heard the man's voice.

"Go to sleep, your hair is dry."

Jiang Bang slept very restlessly.

Previously, the dream was only a dream or two, but this time he finally had a very long dream.

Jiang Bang is like a bystander, seeing himself in high school, still very young, like a little tiger with teeth and claws.

End of summer, not too hot.

He took Qu Yingzhe's money from going to the Internet cafe to play games, and picked up an exquisitely crafted enamelled wooden handle in the souvenir shop.

The shading of the wooden handle is a cherry blossom.

Why cherry blossoms?

Jiang Bo didn't know.

When I came out of this small shop, I stuffed the small box with the cherry blossom wooden handle into my schoolbag, and my movements were a little fussy.

At the corner of the street, a Cadillac parked silently in front of him.

The window slid down to reveal the driver's face.

A woman was sitting in the co-pilot, her voice was cold and cold, as if she was ordering: "Get in the car."

Jiang Bang found himself very sad.

Why?who is this

Is there no evening self-study in high school?Why did you follow along?

Their car was parked in the basement of the villa. The villa was very big and beautiful, even magnificent. Jiang Bang was already very tall in high school, but in this home, he still felt empty.

The woman came up with him, as if about to say something, but was interrupted by herself: "I'm going in to study."

He never called this person by any title from beginning to end.

You, you, auntie...

or mom.

The woman didn't refute, and let him go, sitting quietly on the sofa, looking tired.I feel distressed for no reason.

He seemed to be in the third year of high school. He walked to his desk and took out a three-year simulation of the five-year college entrance examination.The book was very new, and it looked like it hadn't been done much. Then, he took out the pen case and notebook.

However, it didn't mean to open it.

He made a good show, opened the small box he bought just now from the interlayer of the schoolbag, and then took out a few clean letter papers.

Jiang Bang wanted to see what he was writing, but tried his best to poke the probe, and found that his perspective could not be changed.

But it can also be seen from the action that he didn't write.

For he then took out a box of colored wax from the drawer.

Grain by grain.

I fiddled with it for a long time, but at first I was not very good at it. I took the fire to burn the wax, but the temperature was too high, and the spoon was blackened, or the temperature of the wax was too high, and the paper was wrinkled.

When I finally skillfully burned out the wax and successfully stamped a cherry blossom mark, it was already dark outside.

When he opened the door, the woman in the living room had already left, and he was the only one left in this huge three-story villa.

Jiang Bang took out a bag of quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator. He didn't look sad, but was eager to try it.

As if expecting something.

He cooked the dumplings very quickly, swallowed them whole, and typed on his mobile phone while eating, as if he was writing a first draft.

After the dumplings were finished and he cleaned the plate, Jiang Bang picked up the pen and wrote three words on the letter paper with his mobile phone. Then he couldn't hold back and bit his nails.

【Dou Jinglan:】

The joyful and surging mood made him involuntarily beat his heart fast, and the corners of his mouth raised, and he continued to write the following words.

【How are you recently?Did you see cherry blossom wax when you opened the letter?Is it good or not. 】

The following words were blurred, and Jiang Si couldn't read clearly.

It must be that his memory is blurred.

I am still writing, eloquently, after finishing the first page and writing the second page.

Jiang Bang folded his arms curiously and watched until the last paragraph.

[Can you stop avoiding me?I forgive you. I'm fine. Are you too?Don't not answer me, we obviously have an appointment. 】

He paused his pen.

[I take back my words, I have no regrets, what I said before was angry, I hurt you, I'm sorry. 】

[Dou Jinglan, I like you. 】

The author has something to say: after much deliberation, this chapter has been rewritten and revised. ——2021/4/2720 26:[-]