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I had amnesia and lost all memory of the past year.

During this whole year, I completed the transformation from an unmarried girl to a married woman.

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"Mr. Gojo? I really can't remember.. Are we really married?" I huddled under the quilt, only showing my eyes to look at Mr. Gojo, and asked in a muffled voice.

Gojo Satoru was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking up at me, with strange emotions in his eyes that I couldn't understand at all, "Obviously I've been calling my husband all the time, why did I become Mr. Gojo after taking a nap?" ?”

"..I'm sorry." I said dryly.

But I really can't call her husband!

What a shame. .

Gojo Gojo pursed his lips, looked resentful, and then sighed, "Forget it, who told you to be Aoi.. We are really married!"

While speaking, he took out his mobile phone, swiped his finger on the screen a few times, and then turned the screen to face me. On the screen was my own silly face, staring at the camera and calling sweetly my husband.

Help--

No memory at all!

I pursed my lips, and crouched in the corner of the bed with a deeply shocked look. Facing Mr. Gojo's overly dazzling smile, I only felt dazzling and scared: "..I'm sorry."

Mr. Gojo also seemed to see the embarrassment, got up from the floor, and walked to the door, "It's okay, Aoi, please take a moment, I'll go and bring you some dessert, you must be hungry."

I wanted to refuse, but miraculously, after Mr. Gojo said this, my stomach felt a sense of hunger just right.

Good guy, are they all in such a tacit understanding?

I hate this underwhelming belly.

But still nodded, "Well, thank you, Mr. Gojo."

Mr. Gotiao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it, and closed the door with a light smile.

After confirming that the other party had left, I breathed a sigh of relief.Even though the room was fully air-conditioned, my back was covered with a thin layer of sweat in just a few 10 minutes.

Looking around, it appears to be a hotel room.

I got off the bed, stared at the pair of women's slippers by the bed for a long time, and then resignedly put them on.

I don’t know if I don’t wear it. Once I put it on, I call it a good guy. It’s exactly my size!

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, I opened the beige gauze curtains with a slam, and the golden sunlight spread all over my body in an instant, bringing warmth and at the same time casting obliquely long shadows on the floor behind me.

Tall American buildings, sunshine, beach, golden sunset, all kinds of pedestrians with different skin colors on the road, English signs on the side of the road..

Well, definitely not Japan as I know it!

I rubbed my temples with some headaches, and then looked at the cloakroom in the suite.

If it is really what Mr. Gojo said, then here should be...

Without hesitation, I went directly to push open the door of the cloakroom.

Well, there is a lot of women's clothing, ranging from small clothes to shirts and skirts, and Gojo Satoru's clothes are squeezed into a corner, which looks quite pitiful.

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I'm numb.

..

Gojo Satoru was very fast, and returned with dessert in less than 10 minutes.

At that time, I was staring at the sunflowers in the living room in a daze. When I came back to my senses, the other party had already placed the desserts I bought on the dining table one by one.

He also brought back a bouquet of fresh sunflowers.

Watching the other party skillfully fiddle with flowers, I suddenly lost the function of language.

"Aoi, is the dessert not to your liking?" Gojo-san put down the scissors and looked at me with a smile on his chin.

I shook my head hastily, then buried myself in eating the cake, trying to minimize my presence.

But Mr. Gojo didn't pick up the scissors again, and I could even feel that the other party's eyes were on me all the time.

I can't taste the taste of this cake at all. .

I put down the fork and asked, "Um...Mr. Gojo, isn't this Japan?"

"This is Las Vegas!" Mr. Wutiao said cheerfully, and I could still see the non-existent cat's tail flicking back and forth behind him.

"I want to ask, why are we in Las Vegas?" After speaking, I pretended to be calm, and took a sip of water from my water glass.

"Because Aoi said she would come to Las Vegas to get her license!"

"Pfft-"

I didn't care about wiping the sprayed water on the table, I was shocked, and said tremblingly, "Are you going to get a student ID card or a driver's license?"

God—

Gojo Satoru looked like you were joking, and directly pronounced my death sentence: "Of course it's a marriage certificate!"

..

What happened in just half a day can shock me for a whole year.

First, I was told that I would lose my memory for a whole year and forget it.And the reason why Mr. Gojo and I showed up in Las Vegas was because we wanted to get a permit?

Gojo Satoru and I!

I left a sentence telling me to be quiet, then went back to the room with a look of lovelessness, and locked the door with a bang, leaving Wujo Wu with a bewildered expression in the living room.

According to Mr. Gojo's dictation, we got together after the Shibuya Incident.

After Mr. Gotjo put down the incident, he found many ways to finally release me from the prison gate.

Then..we fell in love and were logically together.Then I hoped to go to Las Vegas to get a certificate and take my honeymoon, but I lost my memory after sleeping!

When asked about my identity, the other party's tone was flat, but his face was serious——

"I know, about Aoi is Dongdo Aoi. But I don't regret my decision to divorce at the beginning. Although I will be a little bit annoyed that it seems that I said some bad things to my future father-in-law.. because I like it It's not the Aoi Todo who is sitting in the boudoir of the Todo family, but you, Aoi. In other words...I like Aoi first, and then I accept Aoi Todo."

I was speechless and felt a slight irregularity in my heart rate.

Weird feeling.

So I fled back to the room immediately.

After all, escaping is shameful but useful!

..

Although I was lying flat on the bed, I didn't feel sleepy at all.There is no way to think about the ins and outs of this matter calmly, but instead, it is as if a ball of cotton is stuffed in his mind, completely incapable of thinking.

I simply gave up thinking.

Especially when I opened the drawer at the head of the bed out of curiosity and found that the drawer was full of mysterious small boxes, this unthinkable feeling of suffocation reached its peak.

I remembered the neatly stacked women's underwear in the corner when I opened the cloakroom just now.

No, please stop the strange associations in your mind!

Daba daba daba!

"Ahhh-"

I banged my head on the bed frantically.

"Knock--" There was a knock on the door, I hammered the bed for a while, then subconsciously turned my head to look at the closed door, and heard Mr. Gotiao's concerned tone coming from behind the door, which was not very real , "Aoi? Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

The people outside the door seemed to have no intention of leaving, so I sighed, got off the bed resignedly, and went to open the door.

"Is it really all right? I hear you."

"No." I interrupted bluntly and said seriously, "You didn't hear anything."

Gojo Satoru also followed my words: "Aoi is right, I didn't hear anything."

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Oops—this kind of old couple's sense of déjà vu makes my stomach hurt even more!

Me: "Mr. Wujo, is there anything I can do for you?"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru showed his usual aggrieved and resentful expression again, "Aoi Ming is a good person."

How on earth is this guy able to show such an expression but make people feel that it is not against harmony at all?

But I will never call my husband!It is impossible to die!

I pursed my lips and said nothing.

Gojo Satoru seemed to have seen through the pettiness in my heart, so he retreated and asked, "Can Aoi enlighten me?"

He didn't wear sunglasses, and his blue eyes looked at me expectantly. I thought of the puppet cat, and I resisted the urge to start.

It is absolutely impossible to call her husband, but if the other party takes a big step back and calls him Wu, it seems that it is not unacceptable..

Is this the so-called principle of elasticity?

I struggled for a few seconds, and finally resigned to my fate: "Wu...what can I do for you?"

The blue-eyed ragdoll became visibly cheerful, and I seemed to see the non-existent fluffy tail wagging behind him again.

Let me explain in advance, I am not a cat slave, just an irresistible instinct!

Gojo Satoru: "It's getting dark, I want to ask Aoi if I want to go to the hotel candlelight dinner together—"

I refused without even thinking about it. The other party's expression froze and asked me why.

"Because...it's dark, I want to sleep, and I'm not hungry, the cake I ate just now hasn't been digested yet."

I made up a random excuse to prevaricate, but it was true that I was not hungry.

Fortunately, he didn't bother me anymore, he just smiled and patted my head, "Okay, good night, Aoi!"

"OK, good night."

I skillfully closed the door.

Although it was already dark, it was actually just after eight o'clock in the evening, and there was no sleepiness at all.

But the magic is that that good night seems to have a sleep-inducing function.I originally planned to continue to lie on the bed, but as soon as my body touched the soft bed, and the environment was somewhat dim with no lights turned on, I suddenly felt overwhelmed with drowsiness.

Drowsy and about to fall asleep, but still can't help tossing and turning on the bed, obviously just a little bit away from falling asleep. .What the hell is preventing me from deep sleep?

Half-dream and half-awake, I felt that a large piece seemed to be sunken beside me, and then there was a faint source of heat.

Probably because the air conditioner was really cold, my head was groggy, probably because this smell was familiar and reassuring, I didn't even bother to lift my eyelids, and even leaned towards the heat source subconsciously, and then found the most comfortable one. The location, very reassuring into a deep sleep.

"Good night."

Well, it seems to be the whispering sound that can be heard every day in dreams.

Did you not fall asleep without this?