Han was struggling to think of that fellow he hated intensely. And sure enough, fragments of scenes gradually began appearing in his mind.
Su Qiao watched him quietly without saying a word.
Several minutes later, Han finally stopped and pulled Su Qiao into his arms. With a childish grudge, he said, "You're mine. I'll beat it to death."
Looking at his still somewhat unfamiliar gaze, Su Qiao felt utterly heartsick.
He had remembered Golden Hu, but he hadn't fully remembered what had happened between the two of them.
In his heart, she had actually left a less profound impression than a tiger.
They said pain and enemies were the hardest things to forget. Should she become someone who caused him pain next time? Then would he be able to remember her?
Fortunately, the man had made some progress with his speech this time. At the very least, his logic was no longer confused, and he no longer mixed up the order of things.
Seeing that she remained silent, Han grew anxious. He patted her head. "We're together. Forever. Promise me."
Su Qiao, who was being patted like a puppy, felt sorry for herself for two seconds before saying, "Fine, I promise you."
Han tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat stiff but genuinely meaningful smile for the first time. He patted the top of her head again. "Good Baby."
Su Qiao had still been marveling at the rare smile on his face when she unexpectedly gained a nickname. "What... did you call me?"
Han blinked and carefully touched her head. "Good Baby."
"I'm not Good Baby. I'm..." Su Qiao couldn't think of what she should have him call her, so she scratched at her short hair in distress.
444 took a little delight in her misfortune:
"Good