After dressing as a female match, I counterattacked

Chapter 593 "If we ever met, I must love you very much."

He got very close, put the hair dryer aside, and locked his eyes on the shirt she was wearing, "Madam is wearing my shirt."

"I don't have to wear it, I can only borrow yours."

"Madam's clothes look good." There was lust in his eyes, but it was not so obvious.

But Zhiyun, who had been with him for a long time, could tell.

He was lusting after himself.

Zhiyun's cheeks were hot, since he disappeared, she has been abstaining from desire until now.The two of them were lying on the same bed in the hospital that day, and he had no desire to move.

but tonight...

When his breath was about to approach, Zhiyun pushed him away: "Don't take advantage of my old lady."

"Madam..."

He let out a low chuckle, and called out an extremely long, madam.

Zhiyun stared at him, "You haven't told me yet, when did you contact the Meteorological Bureau? When will the rain stop?"

"Huh?" There was only a layer of confusion left in his lustful eyes.

He said, "What weather bureau? I don't know."

Zhiyun: "..."

"Ma'am, as for you asking me when the rain will stop, I don't know the details." He said without changing his face.

It's obviously a lot of lies, but it's true.

When she was about to get up, he threw her on the bed, "Madam, it's late at night, I think it's time to go to bed."

Zhiyun, who was thrown at him, blinked, gritted his teeth and pushed him, "I'm staying at your house, and I'm a guest. If you dare to do anything to me, you're bullying me."

"lady……"

He called madam in a low voice, and the desire in his eyes became so obvious again.

Zhiyun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately used both hands to grab Han Qingrang's hand, "Listen to me."

"Well, tell me, ma'am."

"Can you stop calling me madam!" Zhiyun heard this madam, as if he heard him calling himself Zhizhi.

Han Qingrang, who had memories, seemed to be right in front of his eyes.

When he woke up, he found out that he was not, and he had not recovered his memory.

There was a burst of emptiness in my heart.

"What do you call you? Miss Zhiyun?" He slightly tilted his head, "It sounds too unfamiliar, it's not good."

Zhiyun said, "I think it's very good."

"Ayun?"

"Do not……"

"Weaving?"

"..."

When he yelled Zhizhi, Han Qing's heart trembled, as if he was hurt by something, as if to confirm that, he called out again: "Zhizhi?"

Zhiyun felt uncomfortable when he heard that: "Don't call me that."

"Weave, weave, weave, weave..."

He called Zhizhi several times in succession, a soft and infatuated voice.

Zhiyun was in a trance, grabbed his hands, wrapped them around his neck instead, and muttered: "Doctor Han."

His body froze slightly.

That weaving sound made his heart hurt again and again, as if something was breaking through, but it couldn't break through, tearing crazily.

That cold doctor made all his anxiety slowly calm down.

Zhiyun hugged him for a while without letting go, and when she slowly realized that her behavior was on the verge of losing control, she withdrew her hand abruptly.

She yawned and suddenly felt sleepy.

The scent is still wafting.

She closed her eyes slightly, seemingly half asleep, but it was coming soon.

"lady……"

He changed that address back.

Then a very soft voice came from the room: "If we ever met, I must love you very much."

(End of this chapter)