Han blinked, then suddenly reached out and gently brushed her eyelashes. "They're long."
"And there are a lot of them."
"And they're very curled."
Su Qiao: "..." She remembered that this guy had once had the weird habit of staying up in the middle of the night to secretly count her eyelashes. How had he still retained that habit even after losing his memory?
"Are you too bored?" Who with nothing better to do would run over and count someone's eyelashes? Why didn't he just count how many hairs she had on her head?
Han nodded honestly. "Mm. Bored."
"..." Was this guy really unable to understand her, or was he doing it on purpose?
Su Qiao truly had no way to deal with him.
She simply lay back, pulled up the quilt, covered herself with it, and went to sleep angrily.
Seeing this, Han slowly crawled over and lay down beside her too.
After lying there for a while, he secretly lifted a corner of the quilt and edged closer.
Su Qiao didn't open her eyes and pretended not to notice.
Some people, however, simply kept pushing their luck.
She felt a weight settle on her and abruptly opened her eyes, only to find that the man had indeed climbed on top of her.
"What are you doing? If you don't sleep, I still need to sleep."
Han blinked and said with utmost seriousness, "We'll have a baby."
"Once we have a baby, you won't run away anymore."
Su Qiao was instantly thrown into complete disarray.
"Which bastard told you that this time?"
Han pointed to his own head. "It's in here. There are memories."
"A lot of people used to tell me that once we had a baby, you wouldn't run around everywhere anymore."
Su Qiao was depressed.