Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss (BL) Chapter 36.1: Baby, How Much Did The Scammer Ask From You? (1)

It took He Jiang a full ten minutes to calm Shang Jing down.

The view of Shang Jing, bare-footed in his pajamas, wiping his tears in his arms made his heart ache.

This was also the first time he felt Shang Jing did care for him ever since their reunion at the hospital.

“Don’t wipe your tears and snot on my shirt.”

Despite Shang Jing getting over the matter a while ago, with the dam in his heart breached, it was not easy to stop his tears from gushing out. They were tears accumulated from his fears of his unknown past, the woes he went through on He Jiang’s birthday, the emotions he felt while waiting endlessly in front of the birthday cake for a certain someone to return…

Just a moment of relaxation and the memory and emotions washed over him again.

It did not help that He Jiang was away from home most of the time, making it hard for him to develop any sense of security. It had even reached the point where a moment of tardiness on He Jiang’s part in returning home would induce feelings of loneliness and anxiety in him, making him feel helpless, like he was once again left alone in the world to fend for himself. He did not know anyone else in this world, no one else was looking out for him and there was no one he could approach.

He was lost, even his past self was a mystery to him.

When the calm finally settled in, it came with a wave of embarrassment. But revenge was still fresh on Shang Jing’s mind. As a form of quick revenge, he pulled on He Jiang’s shirt and wiped his face with it.

“So what if I wiped my tears and snot on your shirt? How expensive can it be? I’ll compensate you for it.”

But He Jiang was not offended. Instead, he lightly rubbed the corner of Shang Jing’s reddened eyes and chuckled, “It’s not my shirt that’s expensive. It’s my wife my heart aches for. What if the fabric of my shirt scratches your skin?”

Shang Jing’s skin was soft and moist from all the crying and seemed like it would tear from a soft touch, much less say fabric.

But the statement did little to impress Shang Jing and left him speechless. He wa

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