After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

To be precise, Wan Ning did not remember it, but she had never lost her memory. It was just that her brain was confused after sleeping for six months, and she has recovered now.

Since Wan Tao and Mu Xun thought that I had lost my memory, it would be nice to start over again. At least it would be a legitimate reason for my escape. The past life was too hard. Once I escaped, it would be over. I would just live a good life in the future.

When I first came here, I thought I was a chosen one who traveled through time and space, and I was the protagonist of this story, so I always had a sense of ownership. I wanted to use my "God" power to save others, but in the end I just felt ridiculous, and my perceived kindness could also become a harm to others.

What happened afterwards was beyond her control, and she was nothing more than an insignificant person. She was tired and did not want to implicate the people around her anymore.

Although it's not peaceful here, it's far from Nanye City, so it's not bad to start growing vegetables and doing some small business here. As for the whereabouts of Princess Le Yan, Mu Xiu's choice, and the truth about Concubine Lan... let them be.

"Anyway, I don't really want to know," Wan Ning brainwashed herself.

When Ziheng asked this question, Wan Ning's heartbeat quickened and she panicked. She said stubbornly, "I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. I don't remember anything."

Ziheng smiled knowingly behind her back, held her hand, pulled her into the quilt and covered her, rubbing it gently, saying: "If you don't remember, then don't remember. It's just a pity to lose those memories."

Wan Ning didn't want him to continue talking, so she turned around and got into his arms and hugged him tightly, her face pressed against his chest and asked, "What memories?"

Ziheng felt so lucky for the sudden initiative that he dared not ask for anything from God or speak out, fearing that even this would be taken away from him. Ziheng gently stroked her back, tried to respond to her hug, and comforted her: "If you can't remember, then forget it. At worst, you can start over. It's also good to start over. As long as you are still by my side, we will have new memories to fill our lives. Anyway, it's not the first time. At least you are not hiding from me this time. I will remember the past and tell you one by one when we are old, okay?"

Wan Ning nodded, trying to suppress her emotions. She keenly sensed that there seemed to be something else behind his words, so she raised her head and asked, "It's not the first time anyway. What do you mean? Have I lost my memory before? Is this just an old problem?"

Ziheng was a little surprised but didn't answer her question directly, diverting her attention: "No, no, I just have a bad memory."

When Wan Ning heard this, she pushed away the blanket and sat up angrily. She would not allow anyone to doubt her memory and retorted, "How can my memory be bad? Be careful or I will sue you for defamation!"

Ziheng also leaned sideways with one hand supporting his head, looking at her lovingly, and deliberately teased her with an unbelieving tone: "Really?"

Wan Ning moved anxiously, eager to prove herself, and said, "Of course, I have a photographic memory. Why don't you give me a question and I promise I can tell you what I had for dinner a month ago."

Ziheng rolled his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and said mischievously: "I don't know what you ate a month ago, so I have no way of knowing whether it was right or not. In this case, I will ask you a simple question that we both know the answer to."

"Okay, don't regret it! If you lose, you have to listen to me today, how about that?" Wan Ning planned to make some money from it.

Ziheng looked at her and felt that she was just a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. She had just delivered herself to the tiger's mouth. He pursed his lips and tried to hold back a smile. He asked, "Then I'll ask you about last night. Do you still remember what you said to me last night?"

As soon as the question came out, Wan Ning instantly felt that she was being tricked. Looking at Ziheng's smug smile, her face turned red and she couldn't speak for a long time. She simply lied down on the bed, covered her head with the quilt, and said, "I don't remember, I don't remember! I can't remember it!"

Ziheng snickered, playing with her fingers under the quilt, clenching his palms. Wan Ning, who had her head covered, immediately blushed, lifted the quilt and breathed hard. At this time, Ziheng turned over and pressed on her, completely sticking to her body, admiring her current appearance.

Ziheng lowered his head, but his voice went around his lips and reached his ears. He said in a low and gentle voice, "Since you can't remember, let me help you. Tell me..."

"Ah——" Wan Ning hugged his back, rubbing her fingertips back and forth on the old scars on his body, and couldn't help but scream.

She wanted to hold it in, but she couldn't help screaming, so she bit her mouth and there were deep teeth marks. Ziheng felt distressed and leaned closer to her, begging: "Wan Ning, call me, please call me."

"Zi...Zi Heng"

After his little trick succeeded, Ziheng was delighted and couldn't help but try to please her. In an instant, they switched positions. He quietly looked up at her face and memorized her expression in his heart. This feeling made him intoxicated. The shackles on his heart were opened. Wan Ning half-closed her eyes and looked down at him, then smiled with satisfaction.

Close your eyes and follow your own rhythm.

Ziheng noticed her change, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, which was even more unbelievable. Gradually, even he was completely addicted to it, letting the desire and the pleasure of being satisfied devour him. When he reached the point of climax, Ziheng gently called her name.

"Yanyan, Yanyan."

Hearing this name again, Wan Ning slowly opened her eyes with an unhappy expression, and began to take revenge.

Ziheng put his hands on both sides and blurted out: "Do you want me to die, Yanyan?"

Then Ziheng held his hands on both sides of her waist, buried his head in her neck, and couldn't help but hum, gently reminding: "No one is here today."

Wan Ning held onto his waist, completely free of restraints, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, as if they were alone with each other. Until their strength was exhausted, they both fell asleep again leaning on Ziheng's shoulders. Ziheng covered her with a blanket, quietly fetched a towel to wipe her clean, and then watched her sleep.

In the dream, Wan Ning returned to that strange place again. This time, she stood in the withered yellow grass of autumn. The endless withered grass was half a person's height, with sawtooth on each side. She would get hurt every time she took a step. Wan Ning stood in the middle of it. Her yellow dress had been torn, her mouth was cracked due to lack of water, and there were small cuts on the back of her hands. Ants were crawling along the blood.

She didn't know where to go or how to get out of here. The sun was rising higher and higher, making her feel hot.

"Yanyan, Yanyan!"

Suddenly someone called her from behind. Wan Ning turned around and saw a soldier wearing armor and a hat standing behind her. The hat was pulled down so low that her face could not be seen clearly. He stretched out his hand to her as if he wanted to take her out. Wan Ning hesitated and stretched out her hand, and the soldier suddenly retreated as if he was sucked away by a force.

Wan Ning woke up, opened her eyes wide and repeated the answer in her mind in disbelief.

"I am Yanyan?"