Shen Zhuolie smiled evilly, reached for a bowl of porridge on the table, scooped a spoonful and handed it to Xia Yan's mouth, "This is medicinal porridge, but it tastes good, and the temperature is just right now. It's better for your body." But it’s too late.”

Without thinking, Xia Yan reached out and pushed the porridge away from Shen Zhuolie's hand.

His clean shirt was instantly stained with a large amount of medicinal porridge, making him extremely embarrassed.

Shen Zhuolie wiped the porridge on his hands good-naturedly, walked over and filled up another bowl.

Xia Yan was so angry that he walked up and knocked over all the food.

Shen Zhuolie stood there firmly, the smile in his eyes retracted, and his face was neither happy nor angry.

Xia Yan swept around the room, ran to the corner, picked up a vase, and dropped it.

She knew that this vase was an antique that Shen Zhuolie had bought at an auction five years ago for 10 million. She smashed it all over for him, and she didn't believe that he wouldn't feel bad!!

"Clang!"

The valuable vase was instantly shattered.

"Ah!" Xia Yan took a breath of pain. It turned out that the fragment of the vase that fell cut her calf.

"Xia Yan!" Shen Zhuolie rushed up in two steps to pick her up, put her on the bed and carefully inspected her injuries.

"Get away! Don't touch me!!" Xia Yan's voice was filled with tears, and he stretched out his hand to push Shen Zhuolie.

Not long ago, Yi Beihan treated her like this.

If she got hurt at any point, he was more anxious than she was. He couldn't wait to transfer all her pain to himself, as long as he could get a little smile from her.

The most miserable and sad thing in this world is none other than memories.

If there was someone who was as nice to her as Yi Beihan, it would only make her sadder and even hate that person.

"Be good, let me see." Shen Zhuolie's voice revealed urgency.

Xia Yan became more and more sad, "Get out, get out, get out quickly, I hate you, don't touch me!!"

Shen Zhuolie took the medicine box from the cabinet next to her and carefully cleaned her wounds, ignoring Xia Yan's beatings and scoldings.

Xia Yan's face was filled with tears of grievance. She shrank and hid in a corner, as if she had been severely injured.

Shen Zhuolie sighed and sat motionless beside her. Seeing her cry, he felt more distressed than she did.

"Xia Yan, don't cry. I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you don't feel sad, okay?" He begged almost in a low voice.

"Then I want Yi Beihan to think of me, can you do it?" Xia Yan answered without thinking.

"But you also know that he has indeed lost his memory."

"I know you can't do it, but didn't you ask me what I want? This is what I want most!"

She knew what Shen Zhuolie was most taboo about, but she just wanted to fight back without leaving any room, reminding him again and again that she, Xia Yan, only had Yi Beihan in her heart. What she wanted most, the only thing she wanted was Yi Beihan!

"Besides this, you can have anything you want, okay?"

Xia Yan raised his head and wiped his tears, with a hint of self-mockery on his lips, "Okay!"

Shen Zhuolie immediately became happy and reached out to wipe Xia Yan's tears, but she dodged him.

"Let me go! Or stay away from me and don't come to me again in the future!"

"Xia Yan, you know this is impossible!" Yi Beihan frowned.
Chapter completed!