He didn't want to, but leaned over and tasted the water on her lips

The glass held by the woman was shaking in the air. His action was so fierce that she could not hold the glass firmly. The water in the glass spilled on the man's back, wet his clothes, and also spilled on her.

The man's voice is hoarse, "you wet my clothes."

He saw the woman in the picture with a red face, and glared at him in her eyes, "it's obviously your fault..."

She bit him, "you let me spill the water, my clothes are wet..."

"I'm responsible for my fault." His eyes flashed slightly, and then he took responsibility without hesitation. However, when the woman changed into clean clothes, it was the next day.

Just a glass awakened the memory in his mind.

He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he felt that he had experienced the scenes. Seeing her thirst when she drank water and the heat when she wet clothes, everything was so real

She called his name when she bit him in a broken way.

Wen Zijin.

Some familiar and strange names.

So when Li Dong asked his name, he did not hesitate to use it.

Wen Zijin.

Wen Zijin did not hesitate to choose the room that ran muhian had just lived in. He felt that there was a familiar smell in the room

Ran Mu Xun didn't leave anything. She even took a tissue she had used. Who knows if a tissue can easily make people know her identity?

But the bed she had slept in left her breath.

The man lay on the bed, closed his eyes and felt the familiar sweet smell surrounding him

He now knew why he had always felt at a loss and emptiness.

He's looking for this woman.

Another picture suddenly appeared in my mind

Just after bathing, she came out of the bathroom and her hair was slightly wet. He saw it and came over skillfully to blow her hair with a hair dryer.

She was lying on the bed, watching the video in her mobile phone and laughing. His hand slipped through her long black and smooth hair, and she couldn't put it down.

After drying her hair, she yawned and seemed sleepy. Then she lay on the bed with her eyes closed as if she had fallen asleep.

He leaned over and gave her a kiss on her beautiful hair, smelling the faint fragrance of her body

The sweet smell was addictive. Seeing that he was buried in her neck socket, he took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "madam, I just served you... Should you give something back?"

The woman seemed to be sleepy and didn't hear his voice clearly

He chuckled, "if my wife doesn't refuse, I'll ask for it myself..."

Then he took his own reward.

Even if such a picture just flashed in his mind, Wen Zijin could feel how happy and satisfied he was in that scene.

The clearer he is, the more empty he feels when he opens his eyes and finds himself alone in bed, smelling the familiar breath in his memory

"Ran ran..."

This time, he remembered her name.

The air didn't even respond. Everything was so at a loss. Wen Zijin sat up, looked at the warm bed with her breath, and left firmly.

He was sure that the woman who could wake him up with a glass and her own fragrance was more important to him than his life