Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

We just met!

Chu Jun tried to recall, but found that he couldn't seem to remember the two people's appearance. It was as if he had never noticed their faces.

Why would he overlook something so obvious?

Why···

"Chu Jun?" Mo Heng stood behind Chu Jun without knowing when.

"Why are you standing here?" The white-haired boy's voice was gentle, innocent and naive.

The background wall of the living room was decorated with a mirror. Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng behind him through the hazy mirror.

That was his favorite face and the person he was most familiar with.

He has pure white hair and a pair of silver eyes, like a beautiful doll.

He could recognize Mo Heng at a glance, as he always should have.

He should have noticed it long ago.

He never lets strangers get close to him, let alone have physical contact.

But when Du Ya fell on him and acted like a spoiled child, he didn't push her away. When Ran Xingchen touched his head, he didn't resist in his heart.

He acquiesced to their approach.

why?

because···

"Are you tired? If so, just have some sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up." Mo Heng whispered softly, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, full of soothingness.

He stared at Chu Jun through the smooth mirror, his eyes paranoid and filled with strong possessiveness.

Chu Jun's eyes gradually became blurred and distracted, as if shrouded in a layer of hazy mist.

His eyes slowly closed, as if bidding farewell to this noisy world, and his body fell backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

Mo Heng stretched out his arm and caught Chu Yun steadily. His pure white hair cascaded down his shoulders and gently spread over Chu Yun's body, like snowflakes falling on a winter day.

The young man's arms were like steel, tightly wrapped around Chu Yun's waist, as if he was going to use all his strength to hold her close to him.

He raised one hand, and gently covered Chu Jun's eyes with his slender fingers, as if conveying a silent comfort: "Stop looking at me and sleep well."

Chu Yun's consciousness finally returned to chaos.

Mo Heng snapped his fingers.

The butler's originally panicked expression instantly froze, his eyes became dull, and he stood there motionless, like an obedient doll.

"Let's go back." Mo Heng picked up Chu Jun and said.

The butler received the order and turned to leave.

He won't remember anything.

He has become Mo Heng's puppet.

Chu Jun might be really tired. After losing consciousness, he didn't have any messy dreams, nor did he think about anything. His consciousness was in chaos, as if he wanted to see something clearly but in the end he saw nothing.

It seemed like something was poured into his throat. Chu Jun couldn't help but want to cough, but he couldn't cough out what he had drunk.

However, it didn't matter what it was, Chu Jun fell into a deeper sleep.

"This way, you will belong to me forever." Mo Heng hugged Chu Jun and said softly.

"Brother Chu, you're finally awake!" Chu Jun's eyelids had just trembled a few times when he heard a young boy talking to him.

He opened his eyes and saw a man wearing a sports headband.

It’s Lu Yi.

"I..." Chu Jun clearly remembered that the last person he saw before he fainted was Mo Heng, but how come Lu Yi was by his side now?

"You've been sleeping for three days now, and you almost scared the little white-haired kid at home to death. In the end, it was the housekeeper who called us and brought the family doctor to your house."

"What did the doctor say?" Chu Jun asked while looking around him.

He was lying on his bed at home, with only Lu Yi around him, and he didn't see Mo Heng.

"I've done a full body check-up, and no problems have been found so far. The doctor said you might have been overworked for a long time, so you just need to pay more attention recently." Lu Yi showed the examination report to Chu Jun to reassure him.

Chu Jun had nothing to worry about. His fainting had nothing to do with his health; it was the fact that the culprit hadn't come out the moment he woke up that Chu Jun hadn't expected.

"Looking for Mo Heng?" Lu Yi asked.

"Well. Where did he go?" Chu Jun looked into Lu Yi's eyes. The other's eyes were black and clear, reflecting his own appearance.

Lu Yi subconsciously avoided Chu Yun's gaze and replied, "He went to cook."

"Oh, he can cook too?" Chu Jun's tone gradually became lower, and the air pressure around him gradually decreased.

Lu Yi was a little bit at a loss, or he didn't know what to say anymore, his lips moved: "Chu Yun..."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

Chu Jun couldn't stand the innocent looks on the faces of people around him, and he usually liked to stare at them pretending to have such expressions in front of him.

It really makes people angry just looking at it.

"Put your head here." Chu Jun's tone was calm, but it contained the same cruelty as an executioner on the guillotine looking at a death row prisoner.

Couldn't "Lü Yi" feel it? Of course, his hair stood on end, and he was almost scared to death!

But the person who said this was Chu Yun, and "Lü Yi" carried out the order without hesitation.

He was wearing a red headband on his forehead, which drew people's attention to it and made them forget to look at his face.

Chu Jun had never been so angry before. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, he stretched out his hand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two slaps, one on the left and one on the right, very symmetrically, landed on "Lv Yi"'s face.

"If you want to slap someone, you should slap that person." "Lü Yi" was obviously not convinced and wanted to argue.

"Shut up."

"···oh."

A few minutes later, Mo Heng, who was supposed to be cooking in the kitchen, walked in from the door as if by telepathy, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand.

The porridge smells quite delicious.

The person involved looked guilty. Seeing "Lv Yi" looking at him with resentment, with two bright red slap marks on his face, he felt the pain connected to his face, and his back straightened.

"Are you hungry?" Mo Heng asked the person on the bed cautiously.

"Not hungry."

"Are you thirsty?"

"Not thirsty."

"..." Mo Heng swallowed quietly, put down the tray, walked to the bed, and knelt down with a "dong".

"Lv Yi" didn't expect Mo Heng to go this way. His eyes widened and his expression looked like a poor man who was stabbed in the back by his companions.

By kneeling, didn't he seem so ignorant for talking back to Chu Jun before?

traitor!

Chu Jun didn't look at Mo Heng who was kneeling beside the bed, nor did he pay attention to the other person looking at him with a pitiful face.

He leaned against the head of the bed, swiping his phone and opening a green social software.

With just a few clicks, I sent messages to several people in my friend list.

"Come to my house, don't hide, now, immediately, right now! There will be no more waiting."

Chu Yun's news was like a wanted poster, and the overwhelming sense of oppression could be felt even through the screen.

"How to do?"

An Hanchi and the others had already been waiting in Chu Yun's living room. Since regaining their memories, they had secretly made a pact: if the truth ever came to light, they would blame the original body and have him take the blame.

Who made him the real one? Isn't it right for him to do so?

But now, it was obvious that the kitten had taken his anger out on all of them.

Angry kittens are cute, but scratching them hurts!

The most important thing is that the ones who made the mistake were the original bodies. They were forced out, and not only did they lose their memories, but they also had to stuff other memories into their heads to pretend to be an unknown person. They are the most innocent, aren’t they?

"No big deal." "Du Ya"'s expression was relatively calm, and it was obvious that he had expected this.

Ran Xingchen took off his glasses and walked up the stairs, apparently ready to face reality.

"We'll have to face it sooner or later. Let's go."