Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

101-2

Yan Jueshen squeezed some detergent and scrubbed the dishes skillfully.

"Yes, but I'm not trying to evade you. I'm really not sure."

"I remember all my past, my identity, my name, what I've done, where I've been. If you ask me about my resume and interpersonal relationships over the past thirty years, I can tell you every detail. But strangely, I don't feel involved."

"It's like."

"Someone wrote a fake life for me and forced me to remember it, but I don't actually belong here."

Yan Jueshen washed a bowl, poured out the excess water, put it aside, and said in a light tone: "It's ridiculous? I think so too, but I can't figure it out now."

"So before I figure out why, I ask Dr. Zhuang to act with me."

"I want to keep him and figure out why I feel this way."

Zhuang Xianting remained silent and didn't say specifically whether he agreed or not.

However, not saying no often shows his attitude, but it's not just to cooperate with Yan Jueshen.

It's just that he has this feeling too.

He can accurately recount the growth process from birth to now, but he doesn't have the sense of reality of being involved. Until he met Xue Yu, he had a strange idea that Xue Yu should have existed in his life.

Zhuang Xianting moved his fingers to clear his mind of these inappropriate things. Looking at the man in front of him washing dishes virtuously, he suddenly said, "Didn't you always let Xin Xiao wash the dishes before?"

The water stopped immediately. Yan Jueshen shook his hands and answered frankly, "Oh, I'm used to it. Usually, he would let me kiss him twice, the kind with tongue sticking out, only after I washed the dishes."

Realizing that he could no longer ask for benefits in his current status, the man put the bowl with foam in the pool without any plan for the aftermath. He even sighed lightly, a little regretful that he had worked for so long but got nothing in return.

"..."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Zhuang Xianting could vaguely hear from his words that the man thought he was in the way, and he almost laughed in anger, "You are such a lewd, dirty guy with a big head on your ass."

...

Fearing that there would be a sweet and loving scene after a couple's argument, Xue Yu went downstairs to stroll around the nearby paths after dinner, saying that he was bored.

Xin Xiao originally wanted to go with him, but was rejected by Xue Yu.

He wanted to buy something to eat tomorrow morning, and also wanted to buy some cleaning tools to clean out the house that the original owner had rented, so that at least he would have a place to sleep at night.

"Then you should go back early. It's not very safe outside now. Just walk around for a while." Xin Xiao said awkwardly before he left.

Xue Yu wanted to go out quickly, so he agreed immediately and cooperated very well.

But maybe he shouldn't have come out.

On the way to the convenience store, the street lights were dim, casting a bubble-like light circle. Except for Xue Yu, there was no other passerby.

Just when he was about to walk out of this path, he heard a sound from behind, the sound of more than one person stepping on the dry grass.

Xue Yu's eyelashes were raised high, and he stood there in a daze. It was not that he was so dull that he really couldn't feel the danger, but now, his legs could not move.