The stars are not last night

Inside the Duan's mansion, Han Ziyue was feasting on a table full of dishes.

There are 108 dishes, full of Han people.

Duan Nanshu sat at the main seat, and Han Ziyue sat at the end of the long table, head to tail, it was difficult to see each other clearly, let alone talk.

Duan Nanshu curled his fingers and tapped the table rhythmically. Those beautiful eyes were looking at Han Ziyue all the time. However, it had been 20 minutes since Han Ziyue started, and the boy didn't even look up at him.

He had never been patient with Han Ziyue, so Duan Nanshu's complexion began to darken, and there was a trace of cruelty hidden in his eyes.

Facing the delicious food on the table, Han Zi's heart and mind were all about bursting his belly, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the change of Duan's mood, and he had already forgotten the consequences of offending Duan.

Duan Nanshu was waiting for Han Ziyue to take the initiative to sit next to him, but it was useless, Han Ziyue never bothered to talk to him.

Duan Nanshu stood up, walked silently behind Han Ziyue, leaned forward, and hugged Han Ziyue's neck from behind.

Han Ziyue's body froze for a moment, his chopsticks stopped, and he struggled to swallow the half-chewed meat in his mouth. Only now did he notice the low pressure on Duan Nanshu's body.

"Are you full?" Duan Nanshu's hand touched his stomach, then slid to his waist, rubbing it lightly.

"No."

"Then eat some more."

"I can't eat you standing behind me." Han Ziyue said truthfully.

"Yes." Duan Nanshu agreed, but still stood behind him and hugged him.

Han Ziyue didn't know why he stepped on a landmine again and offended Duan Nanshu. He put down his chopsticks, put his paws on Duan Nanshu's hand around his neck, and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

The more Han Zi wanted to take Duan Nanshu's hand off, unexpectedly, the other party hugged him even tighter, almost strangling him out of breath.

In this situation, Han Zi couldn't eat anymore no matter what.

"full?"

"Yeah." Although he still wanted to eat two more bites, this was the first time that Duan Weibao let the kitchen make so many of his favorite foods.

Han Ziyue looked at the dishes on the table with gluey, affectionate eyes, which drove Duan Nanshu a little crazy.

"To take a bath."

"I've already washed it."

"Wash again."

"waste water."

"Are you itchy?" Duan Nanshu grabbed Han Ziyue's back collar and pulled him towards the bathroom.

Duan Nanshu stripped off Han Ziyue's clothes and pushed him down the bath with simple and rough actions.

Han Ziyue choked on a few sips of water before he came to the surface of the water. He wiped the water from the surface of his eyes and brushed aside the wet hair hanging in front of his eyes.

Duan Nanshu made a big move when he got off the bath, splashing water all over Han Ziyue's face.

Han Zi gritted his teeth and remained silent.He knew that Duan Nanshu did it on purpose. Duan Nanshu had always acted gracefully and rarely did such a thing.

Duan Nanshu took out a towel, threw it in Han Ziyue's direction, and said flatly, "Wash it for me."

Han Ziyue's head was hit squarely by the towel, he tore off the towel from his head, forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest, and told himself: I can't bear it, I can bear it again.

"What kind of body wash do you want?"

"I've been on the bed so many times, and you don't know what I usually use?" Duan Nanshu smiled, his eyes were crooked, charming, this kind of signal is a bit dangerous.

"You know, my brain is not very good." Han Ziyue picked out a bottle he liked, poured some on the towel, and began to wipe Duan Nanshu's back.

"You have a bad brain, why don't you forget what you like to eat?"

"After a while, I will forget what happened a while ago." Han Ziyue moved down the towel and wiped it on Duan Nanshu's waist.

"and then?"

"You told me a lot of things. You said, I spent three years chasing you, and finally you accepted me, and I got into a car accident and hurt my brain. I have no memory of these. But one thing I'm sure of .”

"What is it?" Duan Nanshu ignored the evil hands on his waist.

"I was supposed to be straight."

Duan Nanshu grabbed Han Ziyue's hand that slid down to his hip: "So, you're implying that I look like a girl from the back, aren't you?"

"No." Han Ziyue exerted a slight force, trying to pull his hand back.

Duan Nanshu clasped his wrist tightly, and the grip became heavier and heavier, as if to crush it.

"It hurts. Take it easy, take it easy." Seeing that he was unmoved, Han Zi cried out in a low voice, "Brother, let go, brother."

Duan Nanshu came to his senses and let go immediately.

Han Ziyue withdrew his hand, his wrist was red and aching.He lowered his head, gently kneaded his wrists, and said in a low voice: "My brain is really bad. I really can't remember the past, and I don't know if I like you. In order to avoid everyone's pain , let's break up."

Duan Nanshu's expression was not very friendly. After talking so much, this kid's last sentence is the key point. He will play new tricks every now and then, using various reasons to break up, and even pretending to be a victim.

Duan Nanshu grabbed Han Ziyue's shoulders with both hands, and pinched his five fingers into the flesh harder than before. He bit Han Ziyue's earlobe, and warned with a dark face: "If you dare to say such a thing again, I will break your leg. Lock you in a small black room. Leave me? You try?"

"No, I dare not. Brother, let go, it hurts."

"If it doesn't hurt, you won't have a long memory." Duan Nanshu lightened his pressure, but didn't let go of him.

"I've had a brain injury, and my memory is bad." Han Ziyue explained again.

"Continue." Duan Nanshu retrieved the towel from the bathtub and threw it to Han Ziyue: "Don't think about what you shouldn't do."

Han Ziyue took the towel and continued with his work.

Duan Nanshu closed his eyes, feeling very helpless with himself today.He had been letting Huai Ying hypnotize Han Ziyue to change his memory, but Han Ziyue's willpower was too strong to be invaded, which caused part of his memory to be disordered.It's normal for Han Ziyue not to remember what he likes, but he often makes things difficult for Han Ziyue and locks him up in a small dark room.He also wanted to live a good life with this kid, but Han Ziyue was always restless.Don't give up until you teach me a lesson.

"I..." Han Ziyue hesitated to speak.

"how?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

"Didn't you just say you were full?"

"I was scared by you. How can I eat when you stand behind me?" Han Ziyue rolled his eyes.

"You have been away from the dining table for so long, the food must have been removed."

Han Ziyue's cheeks collapsed, he simply dropped the towel, and planned to climb out of the bath, nothing is more important than filling his stomach.

Duan Nanshu sensed that Han Ziyue was about to leave, so he reached out to grab his ankle, and Han Ziyue fell into the bath, splashing violently.

Han Ziyue got up from the bottom of the bath, spit out the water in his mouth, gritted his teeth, and swung his fist to punch Duan Nanshu.

"Damn it, I'm not finished with you!"

Duan Nanshu dodged Han Ziyue's several attacks, and finally couldn't stand it any longer, and pushed him down by the bathtub: "Damn boy, do you deserve a beating?"

"Beat me, you can do whatever you want as long as you're not happy! You can throw me into the sea and feed the fish!" Han Ziyue shouted, "It's better to hang me up and starve me for three days and three nights. Will beat you! Catch you and hang you up! I will beat you to death one day!"

"The ambition is not small." Duan Nanshu pinched Han Ziyue's face, "We'll wait until the day you can hang me up."

"..." The more Han Zi said nothing, he gritted his white teeth.

Duan Nanshu's heart softened for a moment, and he let go of the restraint on Han Ziyue.

The more Han Zi got his freedom, he immediately climbed into the bathtub, put on his bathrobe and ran out.

Half an hour later, Duan Nanshu, who was dealing with affairs in the study, heard an explosion from the kitchen, and a servant near the kitchen immediately came to tell him that Han Ziyue had exploded the pressure cooker.

Han Ziyue ran to Duan Nanshu with a dark face, "Make me some fried rice."

Duan Nanshu threw him an invitation: "Go to the Yin's auction the day after tomorrow. Help me choose a gift."

Han Ziyue grabbed the invitation, looked at the contents of the auction, and threw the invitation back on the table.

"Don't you really want to receive this invitation?" Duan Nanshu put the invitation away.

"I just want to see Song Xieyi's real reaction. Also, when will you cook for me?"

"You're going to starve to death."