The old man lost his memory again

Chapter 15

Because he had simulated it in his mind beforehand, An Qihe did it with ease.

He carefully rubbed the root of the little prince's hair, and carefully combed the knotted place with his fingers.

It's not that the maidservant has never done this kind of behavior in the palace, it's just that the young prince knows how to be ashamed when he grows up, and he always does this kind of thing by himself.

In addition, the person who served him was his sweetheart, the little prince's chest was hot from embarrassment, and he kept his eyes tightly closed and dared not open them.

There was a nervous blush at the end of the little prince's eyes, which made An Qihe's heart so soft that he couldn't bear it.

He patted the little prince's back lightly twice, and every word he uttered was full of warmth that could drown people.

"Little prince, I won't leave you half a step in the future, do you like it?"

The little prince was so ashamed that the tails of his eyes turned red, he half opened his watery eyes, and his eyes were full of love.

With such gentle eyebrows and eyes, the little prince couldn't purse his mouth like before, covering up his true inner thoughts to criticize.

In his bones, he disliked himself for falling in love so easily, and his ears were so red and soft.

After being awkward for a while, he nodded slightly with a reluctance, wanting An Qihe to accept but being ashamed to let him discover the tangled expression.

Getting a response made An Qihe extremely happy, coupled with the ambiguous/ambiguous atmosphere, the atmosphere was right now, and the two were at an age full of energy and blood, so they hugged each other very quickly.

The little prince likes the slightly painful roughness of his fingertips very much, and even more likes the warmth in his palm.

An Qihe also enjoys his soft and smooth skin, as delicate as a newborn baby, one cannot bear to let go.

The little prince had never done such an intimate thing before, he yelled in an inaudible tune, and the trembling ending was full of sweet joy.

My mind is not so clear, as if the water vapor rushed to the top of my head, I just feel that I am floating, in the sky for a while, and ups and downs in the water for a while.

Fortunately, the little prince was just recovering from a serious injury, and his energy and blood were so weak that he held his waist and whimpered for about 10 minutes before paying the goods limply.

When he felt comfortable venting, he curled up in An Qihe's arms and fell asleep peacefully, with his broken hair covering his blushing brows and eyes, he looked quite like a fairy.

An Qihe smiled helplessly as if resigned to his fate, took the towel and dried the person carefully, and put on a change of clothes with his own hands. He planned to carry the person into the wheelchair and push him back, but then he thought, the wheelchair is not as comfortable as his arms.

So he hugged him personally and sent him back to the bed.

It was around midnight that the little prince woke up, drank a bowl of hot porridge next to the Anqi River, and felt so refreshed that his bones were crisp.

Regarding the matter of the fourth person, there is still no news from the guards. It would have been quicker to ask the little prince.

But An Qihe didn't want to mention this matter in front of the little prince.

"Does it still hurt?" An Qihe skillfully lifted half of the quilt, revealing only the little prince's legs without pants.

After taking a bath, An Qihe didn't put on the obscene pants for him.

One is that it is convenient to apply the medicine, and the other is that it is summer, so it is cooler to sleep.

The little prince's face was rosy just after waking up, and he became even redder seeing this scene.

His eyes stared at his legs for a moment, and he couldn't help recalling the scene between himself and An Qihe last night in his mind.

The little prince subconsciously wanted to retract his legs, but was held by An Qihe halfway.

An Qihe touched his knee and rubbed it lightly: "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

The tone was half distressed, half self-blame.

The little prince's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart sank.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore." The little prince's voice was terribly soft, like a kitten with fluffy hair that had just grown out, raised its soft paws high, and scratched his heart lightly.

What he heard made An Qihe feel even more distressed.

How can it not hurt?

During the days when the little prince was in a coma, An Qihe witnessed the doctor forcefully washing away the blood stains on his knees with water.

He saw with his own eyes that the wound that almost cut off part of the bone was uneven.

He saw with his own eyes that the little prince had a fever in the middle of the night, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and the sweat even spread to the wound. He was trembling with pain, and he couldn't relax for a moment between his brows.

He hated why there was no modern and excellent medical environment in this era, hated that he couldn't make an anesthetic needle, and hated that he couldn't stay by the little prince's side properly at that time.

So I can't sleep well at night, and after barely falling asleep, I always dream of the little prince being terrified and in pain when he is dragged away.

Then he woke up in fear, nothing could make up for it, so he could only stare at the little prince's face day and night, praying that he would survive.

Fortunately, he finally woke up.

An Qihe didn't want to show this heavy expression on his face, so he turned his head and bit his thin lip when he pretended to be relieved, and brought a tube of ointment along the way.

"It's time to take the medicine, can the little prince bear with it for a while?"

He asked softly, his tone full of caution.

The little prince blinked slowly.

Although he was acting naive, he wasn't so stupid that he naturally knew how miserable his wounds were during that time, and what kind of self-blame and guilt was contained in An Qihe's cautious tone.

His leg didn't hurt much anymore, and when he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what kind of pain method it was. It probably meant what people often say, forget the pain when the scar is healed.

In addition, An Qihe has been giving him massages since his wounds healed, so the little prince is only limp and weak in his legs.

But An Qihe was so eager, he couldn't bear to refuse.

So he nodded and responded obediently: "Yes!"

An Qihe vaguely remembered that there was also a teenager with bad legs and feet in his family, so he was extremely skilled in this kind of massage with medicine.

Not only was the little prince not hurt by his pressure, he was even so comfortable that he seemed to be going to sleep again, making a cat-like grunt.

But after sleeping for a long time, the young prince was very energetic at night, clamoring to read the new storybook, An Qihe had no choice but to take out the prepared storybook, and went to the kitchen to get a plate of prepared chicken balls as a snack night.

The little prince concentrated on looking at the story book, and from time to time he would tremble with laughter because of the jokes in the story book, or when he saw the emotional part, he couldn't help but bury his head in An Qihe's arms, and angrily asked An Qihe to throw the story book away far away.

After a while, he belched again and asked An Qihe to pick it up again, but he was unwilling to see the ending and scratched his head.

An Qihe couldn't bear to see the little prince crying so miserably, so he quickly turned to the end to peek at the ending, only to find that this was actually a serial article, and it was cut off in the middle.

At the end, the author leaves a separate page and reveals that the ending is a sad and beautiful story.

An Qihe thought, I can fuck you.

He took a deep breath, and decided to go out and talk to the author tomorrow.

Pick up your sword and have a good talk.

He secretly tore off the last page, and then coaxed the little prince to sleep.

When the little prince fell asleep, An Qihe immediately went to the yard and called the guards.

For the first time, the two agreed.

If you decide to take over in the future, you must read all the books in person to make sure the ending is satisfactory.

After finishing speaking, An Qihe went back to the house lightly, put the sword on the bedside, took off his coat, hugged him through the quilt, and fell asleep peacefully.

The little prince felt that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet in his sleep, and opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw An Qihe's face.

He was clearly asleep, but he refused to relax at all, his brows were tightly knit, and he held the little prince with great strength.

It seems that if you let go a little bit, the little prince will be snatched away.

The little prince smiled silently, and he reached out and tapped An Qihe's eyebrows.

Normally, even such a light movement can wake people up instantly.

But probably because he was exhausted, An Qihe just subconsciously hugged him tightly, moved and fell asleep again.

The little prince's original mischievous smile was fixed on his face, and this kind of subconscious protection made him not know how to react for a moment.

In a moment of silence, he heard the sound of his own heart.

My mind immediately went blank.

It turned out to be true...

I really like it.

The little prince frowned and made a somewhat difficult expression.

"What should we do? Brother Huang will be back in half a month. If you know your identity then, you will definitely not agree to us being together."

After lowering his eyes and being sad for a few seconds, he raised his head again, assuming the demeanor of a prince.

"So what? You are mine, and no one can take it away. I am yours, and no one can take it apart."

After finishing speaking, he patted An Qihe's head threateningly.

Only then did she feel relieved, and obediently curled up in An Qihe's arms and fell asleep.

The next day the little prince woke up early, this was the first time he woke up so early, and when he woke up, An Qihe was still still.

The little prince sneaked up and sat up, moved his legs, and found that he was still as weak as yesterday.

Then he turned his head to look at An Qihe, he became less sleepy, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was about to wake up in the next second.

The little prince pulled the quilt out of his arms, pulled him into the bed, and then covered the two of them with the quilt.

He didn't feel sleepy, so he took out the book he read last night and read it again.

Last night, the light was not clear, and the little prince didn't see any problems. Only then did he find that the last page had been torn by the sunlight.

He immediately locked his eyes on An Qihe, looked left and right, and called Banda La Bungba in a low voice.

But An Qihe didn't move.

Only then did the little prince start to feel the person up and down, but found nothing.

I also remembered that An Qihe seemed to have gone out last night, maybe he threw the paper outside, the little prince was grinding his teeth, just about to hit An Qihe on the head with a fist, when he glanced at him, he happened to see An Qihe His right fist seemed to be clenching something.

However, An Qihe's hands are so strong that the little prince can't break them apart no matter what, and he almost woke up from the noise.

An Qihe grunted, and his breathing changed.

The little prince had quick eyesight and quick hands, he stuffed his head into the crook of his arm, and rubbed against that hand.

As soon as An Qihe woke up, he saw the little prince acting like a baby, his brows and heart softened for a moment.

He leaned slightly, and kissed the little prince's forehead.

The little prince hugged that arm, squinted his eyes contentedly, and kept moving his hands, as if he was playing with An Qihe's fingers.

An Qihe wanted to throw it outside last night, but he forgot to talk to the guards for a while, and he didn't remember it when he entered the house. At this time, he didn't remember what shocking thing he was holding in his hand. Seeing that the little prince wanted to play, he opened his mouth Let him play with his hands.

The little prince secretly took the things away, and awkwardly kissed An Qihe's palm.