After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Ji Ruoqing's voice was very soft, and her eyes were softer than the moonlight, and the person in front of her naturally melted into a mess.

Where would I be angry with her.

Ji Ruoqing hooked the fingertips of his cuffs and collected them, tender as spring onions, which made his eyes dark.

But Ji Ruoqing lowered her eyes, did not see the deep surging and suppressed emotions in his eyes, but bit her lips, her tone was a little lonely and helpless: "I...I even forgot my name..."

Ji Ruoqing frowned, retracted his hand from his cuff, and pressed his temple.

She couldn't even recall her name, or she would have a splitting headache.

His eyes flowed and followed her fingertips, and when he lost her fingers on his sleeves, he suddenly felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, and his eyes darkened.

He spoke, his voice low and dumb: "Your name is Ji Ruoqing. I usually call you...Xiaoqing."

Ji Ruoqing nodded thoughtfully, her eyelashes trembled, and asked softly: "What about you..."

A very gloomy light flashed across the eyes of the man in front of him, but he couldn't see it clearly because it was as deep as a secluded pool.

The expression on his face was light and calm: "My name is Ye Chen, and I am your mate."

Ji Ruoqing pursed her lips, her tender white cheeks came out with some pink, and her face was a little hot because of his straightforward "your mate".

She lowered her eyes, her fingertips held her cuffs in a flustered manner, her lustrous and white nails became a little white with force.

Her father-in-law...

She actually has a mate who looks so good and looks like the person in the painting? Isn't she too happy?

But his cold and clear temperament made her afraid to approach.

Even if she knew that he was her mate, she was afraid of having physical contact with him.

She could only continue to ask softly: "You...how do I usually call you?"

"You are calling me... Xianggong." His calm eyes looked over, the expression on his face looked calm, but the fingers hanging beside him couldn't help moving.

Ji Ruoqing let out a somewhat surprised "Yeah", and quickly looked away in a panic, her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, she wanted to wash her face with cold water.

Such a shameful name, she... can she really call it out?

"Xiao Qing might as well call me now, okay?" Ye Chen's gaze was still scorching on top of her head, and it was hard to ignore.

His voice was deep and crisp, with an unquestionable scent that was easy to be bewitched. He was fascinated and enticed: "If Xiaoqing wants to recover her memory soon, she must follow her previous lifestyle habits. I can think of everything very quickly and naturally."

There seems to be some truth.

Ji Ruoqing nodded suspiciously, raised her eyes and looked into his deep and dark pupils. With a soft voice, she said softly and uncomfortably, "Xiang... Xianggong."

There seemed to be the stars of tonight in her apricot eyes, and it seemed to be filled with a stream of spring water, which was really indescribably beautiful.

With such a soft and soft sound, he felt as if a piece of something had been melted away in his heart.

Ji Ruoqing caught a glimpse of the trance in his eyes for a moment, and was a little puzzled in his heart, and then called out in a daze, "Miangong?"

Ye Chen's eyes dimmed, his throat moved, and he looked at Ji Ruoqing deeply. He was about to speak when he knocked on the door.

It was Aunt Wang who brought the stewed chicken soup.

Before Ji Ruoqing got up, Ye Chen went and brought the chicken soup into the room, placed it on the only wooden square table, and brought in a porcelain bowl and spoon, which was the most common white porcelain texture.

Aunt Wang's chicken soup was indeed stewed thick and fragrant. As soon as it was brought into the room, the rich flavor filled the whole room, and Ji Ruoqing's index finger was moved.

Ye Chen held a bowl of chicken soup, handed the white porcelain bowl to Ji Ruoqing, and said quietly: "Hurry up and eat while it's hot, it's cool at night, and it's cold quickly."

Ji Ruoqing hesitated to take the bowl of chicken soup, looked at the delicious chicken soup in the bowl, and couldn't help swallowing.

I couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful and deliver it to my mouth.

The strong fragrance of chicken soup permeates the whole mouth like this, it is really nothing to say.

I took another bite of the chicken, so tender that I almost bit my tongue.

It is a pheasant, the meat is tender and chewy, and the slightest bit of teeth is not pinched. Ji Ruoqing unknowingly drank a bowl of chicken soup, and the chicken in it was eaten completely by her.

Ye Chen naturally reached out and took the bowl in her hand, and filled her with half a bowl of chicken soup.

Ji Ruoqing took the bowl and found that Ye Chen had been standing watching her eating, and she couldn't help but frowned slightly, "You...you don't eat...?"

"I'll eat it after you finish it." Ye Chen glanced at the chicken soup faintly, and said meaninglessly.

Ji Ruoqing's face is hot, her mate, is also careful to take care of others...

He was afraid that the chicken soup would not be enough for her, so he wanted to wait until she was full before he started eating it.

Ji Ruoqing pursed her lips, her voice soft and soft: "I...I can't drink it all by myself. You can eat some now to avoid the cold."

Ye Chen didn't answer, but still guarded her.

Ji Ruoqing took a couple of uncomfortable sips and looked at Ye Chen, which was really unaccustomed.

For a moment, I couldn't imagine when I had such a beautiful mate.

"You..." Ji Ruoqing put the white porcelain spoon into the bowl, making a slight and crisp clinking sound, "When did you marry me..."

Ye Chen didn't squint, and his voice was calm: "Last spring."

"It's also spring now." Ji Ruoqing asked softly, looking at some small buds that appeared on the windowsill.

"Exactly." Ye Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes and replied, "It's almost a year."

After a while, he added: "It's still twenty-eight days away."

Ji Ruoqing's heart moved slightly, he remembered so clearly...?

It's a pity... She doesn't even remember a star...

Thinking of this, Ji Ruoqing's eyes darkened, and a little frustrated, she drank the last sip of chicken soup in the bowl, and wanted to get up and put the bowl back.

"I'm full..." she said, trying to get up and put on shoes.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen quickly snatched the bowl from her hand, and received her shoes where she had to get out of bed.

Then, Ye Chen expressionlessly filled a bowl of chicken soup in the bowl she had used, and sat at the table to drink.

Ji Ruoqing's face was slightly red, and her tender and white cheeks were full of blush.

This bowl... is what she used...

He was facing his mouth, the place she had just touched...

Obviously he was so ashamed, but he could drink indifferently, as if he didn't think there was any problem at all.

Ji Ruoqing touched her face with a slightly cool hand, only then did she feel that the heat on her face was reduced.

But when he met his deep and narrow eyes, he was unconsciously panicked.

"I... Do I have parents and family?" Ji Ruoqing bit her lip and asked the question she had been asking.

Saying this is really a bit embarrassing. It's really unfilial to lose a memory and even my parents forget.

When asked, Ji Ruoqing's face burned even more panic.

Fortunately, Ye Chen still had that grim expression. He couldn't see any emotions, and naturally he wouldn't look down upon her.

He just condensed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Naturally, it is. Your parents live in the southernmost part of the village, and there is a brother who has not married yet."

Ji Ruoqing's eyes lit up, and a faint expectation appeared: "Can you take me to see them?"

"Naturally." Ye Chen responded without hesitation, turning his head to look at the sky with no gleam of light outside, "It's dark today, and I will take you tomorrow."

"Then...thank you." Ji Ruoqing responded in a low voice, suddenly realizing whether she was too polite with him.

In order to learn more about her own past thoughts, Ji Ruoqing continued to tentatively ask: "I...how did we meet each other?"

Ye Chen glanced at her faintly: "Childhood sweetheart."

"Your parents are also in this village?" Ji Ruoqing was a little surprised.

"This is the place where we grew up together." Ye Chen looked at Ji Ruoqing deeply, and said with a certain look.

Ji Ruoqing nodded in surprise and suspicion, seeing Ye Chen drank all the remaining chicken soup, tidied up the table, and drew hot water for her to wash.

"Do you want to take a bath?" Ye Chen asked softly.

Ji Ruoqing nodded in embarrassment, looking at the empty room, but didn't know how she used to bathe.

After she woke up during the day, she wandered around in the yard. Except for this sleeping room, there was only a wood room and a kitchen in their house.

Ye Chen nodded without thinking, and quickly boiled hot water for her, then moved a big wooden barrel into the house and placed it on the open space between the bed and the wooden square table.

Then he brought in a bucket of hot water and a bucket of cold water, and slowly added the water to the wooden bucket, skillfully adjusted the temperature of the water, and was so proficient that it seemed that this kind of thing had been done countless times.

Ji Ruoqing watched him carefully, with some hesitation in her heart.

Did she...have always bathed like this before...?

"Okay. You try the water temperature." Ye Chen probed the adjusted water temperature with his hand, and put Ji Ruoqing's shoes that he had taken before on the bed.

Ji Ruoqing got out of bed and tested the water temperature, which was her favorite temperature, and she believed in Ye Chen's identity and words by another third.

If he is not her mate, how can he be so proficient, so familiar with her...?

only…

Ji Ruoqing looked at Ye Chen with some embarrassment: "I...when I take a bath, can you go outside and stay for a while..."

Ye Chen was stunned, looking at her with unspeakable eyes: "We have already had skin relatives, you don't have to be embarrassed."

The implication is that he has seen everything on her body, and there is no need to tweak like this.

But Ji Ruoqing was still not used to it, and stubbornly let Ye Chen go outside, not allowing him to watch her take a bath.

Ye Chen seemed to spoil her very much, and she was in charge of her at home, so even if he let him go outside and blow the cold wind, he didn't do anything to struggle.

Ji Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, and was soaked in the warm bath soup, satisfied and happy.

Just soaking, she suddenly thought of another question.

There is only one room and one bed in the house. At night... Isn't it the only option to sleep with Ye Chen?

Although he is her father-in-law... but she is really not used to it.