I Lost My Memory After Divorcing With the Big Shot

Chapter 13.1

Falling in love

Translated by Lilac
Edited by Lilac

‘Falling in love’

Si Mingchen was struck by a sudden shock.

More and more dense tears gradually soaked through his shirt, wetting his back.

Si Mingchen turned around and embraced the tearful Wen Zhi in his arms. The melancholy expression on his face carried a moment of shock and emotion.

“Don’t cry.”

Although his voice was usually cold, the worry couldn’t be hidden, “Ever since your amnesia, you’ve been crying like a baby.”

Wen Zhi pouted and frowned petulantly, “Do you like it then?”

At that moment, their eyes met.

Si Mingchen lowered his eyes for a moment and said, “I do.”

Wen Zhi smiled and put his arms around Si Mingchen’s waist: “Then let’s fall in love, just like we did in high school.”

With a hint of contemplation in his light brown eyes, Si Mingchen asked, “Like in high school?”

Wen Zhi nodded, “That kind of pure love, like first love.”

The words “first love” seemed to make Si Mingchen’s mood much better, and a long-lost smile appeared in his eyes.

“Okay.”

Wen Zhi felt elated at the nod from Si Mingchen, because it meant that their broken marriage had found a way to mend, and divorce was no longer an option.

The agreement was made, and Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen with affection. They held hands tightly, afraid that the other would run away.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Zhi sat down slowly on the bed, peeping at Si Mingchen while preparing to unbutton his shirt.

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi, as if he could see through his mind.

His concern was simple.

It was Wen Zhi’s idea to fall in love and he could say yes. But overly intimate actions had to wait until Wen Zhi regained his memory.

By the time he had finished thinking, Wen Zhi had already stood up and started to unbuckle his belt.

With a ‘whack’, both trouser legs fell to the ground, revealing two white and slender legs.

Wen Zhi’s skin had always been good since he was young, with a complexion similar to his mother’s, fair but not sickly, with a hint of light pink.

Seeing Wen Zhi’s state, Si Mingchen withdrew his gaze and said, “You go take a shower first, I’ll go work.”

Wen Zhi leisurely walked out of his pants, his long legs hidden under the oversized shirt, and walked towards Si Mingchen.

“Let’s shower together.”

Wen Zhi hugged Si Mingchen’s arm, leaned forward and rested his face on his arm muscles, sweetly calling out, “Mingchen gege, let’s take a shower together.” [Gege means brother in Chinese, I don’t want this to be awkward so I will use Chinese romanized word]

Wen Zhi smiled so happily when he said this that the dried tears on his face looked somewhat funny.

Si Mingchen’s thin lips twitched as he looked at Wen Zhi with interest, “Didn’t we say we were going to have a high school romance?”

Wen Zhi was stunned.

Was Si Mingchen trying to have a platonic relationship with him?

Ever since he woke up after losing his memory, the relationship between the two of them could be described as very twisted.

Now that they are finally in love, does Si Mingchen want to have a platonic relationship?

Wen Zhi was a bit depressed.

However, on second thought, Si Mingchen also had some problems, so it was normal for him to resist.

Perhaps Si Mingchen was secretly overcoming his psychological barriers and preparing to give him a surprise.

Thinking about this, Wen Zhi felt a lot better.

“I’ll go and take a shower then.”

Before leaving, Wen Zhi suddenly stood on his tiptoes and hooked Si Mingchen’s neck, planting a loud kiss on his forehead before he walked into the bathroom humming a tune.

Si Mingchen watched him leave for a long time before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, changing into casual clothes and going to his special office to handle business matters.

Before going to bed at night, Si Mingchen returned to his room and immediately smelled a faint fragrance. He carefully sniffed and recognized it as the scent of shower gel.

He wondered how much Wen Zhi had used to make it so fragrant.

When he looked at Wen Zhi, his eyes were slightly surprised.

Wen Zhi was wearing his white shirt.

In the afternoon, the program team returned some of the clothes from their luggage to everyone.

And this shirt was obviously taken by Wen Zhi when he wasn’t paying attention.

The shirt was too loose for Wen Zhi, and the three buttons above the collar were not fastened, revealing his delicate and fair collarbone.

The corner of Si Mingchen’s lips lifted up lightly, then he hid his emotions and lowered his eyes: “Good night.”

When he got this response, Wen Zhi was obviously dissatisfied and muttered, “It’s so hot, are you hot?”

Si Mingchen put on the blanket: “No, I’m not hot.”

Wen Zhi grunted, “But I’m so hot.” As he said this, his hands became restless and he quietly unbuttoned his shirt, unbuttoning most of it in the blink of an eye.

“Do I have a fever?”

Wen Zhi moved towards Si Mingchen, all the buttons of his shirt were already undone, revealing his bare shoulders as if he was about to take it off.

“Yes, you have a slight fever.”

Si Mingchen calmly reached out his hands towards Wen Zhi. Wen Zhi’s eyes immediately became bright, and with a blush on his face, he closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The imagined passion did not arrive, and the shirt remained intact on Wen Zhi’s body, only with each button carefully fastened by Si Mingchen.

Wen Zhi had a complicated look on his face: “Your hands are so beautiful, if only they could hold mine…”

Si Mingchen interrupted him, “You have a fever, so you need to keep warm.”

Wen Zhi frowned, “But I’m hot.”

Si Mingchen said indifferently, “Get under the blanket for a night and you’ll be fine tomorrow.”

The lights were turned off.

The house was so dark that even the moonlight was blocked out.

Wen Zhi twisted his brows, feeling more and more frustrated.

Beside him, the scent on Si Mingchen’s body gradually came over, the same as scent on his white shirt, with a middle note of slight woody and musky fragrance, as if one was in a dusty temple with a hint of bitterness

It was as if all of Si Mingchen’s clothes smelled like this.

Wrapped up like a silkworm, Wen Zhi turned over to look at Si Mingchen..

Is this a reminder to him to keep his mind clean?

He sighs and reluctantly closes his eyes as he hugs his little melon doll.