"Brother Fusheng?"
At that moment, Gu Yuena spoke those three words with a somewhat dazed look in her eyes. That form of address gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It felt as though she had often called someone by that name before.
"Mm. Then you can call me Brother Fusheng or Fusheng from now on, whichever you like. But don't casually call me Dad, okay?"
"Mm." Gu Yuena responded softly. A trace of confusion flashed through her violet eyes. She seemed to have recalled something, but it was vague—only a few fragmented pieces.
Gu Yuena closed her eyes and said nothing more. Nan Fusheng continued drying her hair with the hairdryer, then gently combed through her smooth silver-white locks with his fingers. Every strand was so beautiful, crystalline and translucent, like spun crystal.
"All right, go back and sleep."
After drying her hair, Nan Fusheng prepared to send Gu Yuena out.
"Mm, I don't want to go back to sleep. I want to sleep with Da... Brother Fusheng tonight. Is that okay?" Gu Yuena looked at Nan Fusheng pitifully and spoke in a soft, clingy voice.
After saying that, Gu Yuena climbed onto the bed without even waiting for Nan Fusheng's response.
You didn't even discuss this with me! Nan Fusheng's mouth twitched, but he did not leave. Since Gu Yuena had requested it herself, she could not blame him even if she recovered her memories later.
Nan Fusheng lay down on the bed as well, but he did nothing else. He simply pulled up the blanket and went to sleep.
Seeing that, Gu Yuena edged closer and leaned against Nan Fusheng. Only after feeling that quiet, peaceful presence did she slowly close her eyes.
Nan Fusheng's lips curled slightly. "What a little lazy pig."
Gu Yuena curled up