#moshang Memory Loss
SQH lost his memory of his marriage to MBJ, only remembering his time as an An Ding disciple. He threw his hands over his head as MBJ was about to pat it. MBJ felt a spear go through his heart at the sight. He knew how brutal he was to the cultivator
SQH lost his memory of his marriage to MBJ, only remembering his time as an An Ding disciple. He threw his hands over his head as MBJ was about to pat it. MBJ felt a spear go through his heart at the sight. He knew how brutal he was to the cultivator
Before he knew how to court properly. SQH looked terrified of him. That made his chest hurt the most.
“Qinghua, my love,” he tried.
“YOUR LOVE?! My king, are you okay?”
He no longer called him the sweet nickname, Beibei. MBJ wanted to reach out and hold him
“Qinghua, my love,” he tried.
“YOUR LOVE?! My king, are you okay?”
He no longer called him the sweet nickname, Beibei. MBJ wanted to reach out and hold him
In his arms, kiss his face all over. However, he couldn’t manage to do either as SQH was already walking away, trying to distance himself so he wouldn’t get smacked.
“Fetch my night clothes,” he demanded, slipping into his old role of master and servant. He despised it.
“Fetch my night clothes,” he demanded, slipping into his old role of master and servant. He despised it.
SQH’s soft skin was just outside of his touch as he was dressed. “Stay,” he commanded. His voice sounded a little rough. SQH noticed, but didn’t say anything for fear of making MBJ seem weak.
MBJ felt extremely weak. “Okay, my king.” MBJ fell asleep under the watchful
MBJ felt extremely weak. “Okay, my king.” MBJ fell asleep under the watchful
Gaze of SQH, who he almost imagined reaching out and caressing his face, stealing one touch.
When he awoke, SQH had accidentally fallen into the bed next to him. MBJ, without thinking, pulled him close to cuddle. SQH woke up, stiff as a board in fear. MBJ petted his
When he awoke, SQH had accidentally fallen into the bed next to him. MBJ, without thinking, pulled him close to cuddle. SQH woke up, stiff as a board in fear. MBJ petted his
Arm, and nuzzled his neck.
“My beautiful wife.”
“My king??”
MBJ flipped him over and kissed him, unable to hold back anymore. SQH’s memory returned.
“My beautiful wife.”
“My king??”
MBJ flipped him over and kissed him, unable to hold back anymore. SQH’s memory returned.
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