His kiss left me all flustered and disoriented. Playfully, I slapped him and said, "Be serious. You’re always like this."

He spoke with deep affection, "I haven't seen you for half a day."

"You're getting clingier." I scoffed, giving him a stern look.

"Is that a bad thing?" He shrugged.

I scolded him, "Quick, call Adrian. It'll take some time for him to get here. Can you focus on some real work?"

Unabashed, he continued pecking my lips. "You are my real work."

I sighed in resignation, giggling as I dodged him. "Were you like this, clinging to me when we were kids?"

He immediately retorted, "Nonsense. Back then, it was you clinging to me."

This time, I dismissively said, "Sure, I can't remember anything now. Feel free to make up whatever, and I'll believe you."

The mention of this topic weighed heavily on my heart. I appeared sad, saying, "If I can't remember anything, it's a terrible situation. Whether it's something beautiful or sorrowful, I wouldn't know."

I couldn't accept