Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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After returning to the room, An Zhensheng slammed the door and slammed it.

This is a self-protecting act. For those who have lost their memories, the confined space can give him a wonderful sense of security.

The brain is a bit messy, he is a little anxious.

Subconsciously took out the mobile phone and stopped the line of sight in the place where the name of "Luo Dust" was.

Three seconds later, he sent her a QQ.

(I haven't seen you for a long time, have you been busy recently?)

He looked at the sentence in the input box, thought about it, and clicked the back button...

(Qingrou said that I miss you a bit, when will come together to get together.)

He looked at the contents of the input box again for a while, then clicked the back button...

(I miss you……)

This time, he watched the contents of the input box for five minutes.

Then... don't believe that the send was sent.

In an instant, he felt his heart beat wildly and his breathing seemed to be a little short.

In the next second, he immediately made a move -

(You have withdrawn a message.)

And the next second, the other party has sent him a reply.

(I miss you too!)

The tone of Luo’s dust seems to be easy first, but it is not.

When she sat in front of the computer and watched An Zhensheng send her the words 'I miss you very much', she once thought that he was recovering his memory.

But this ‘expectation’ was ended by himself in the next second.

One: the system did not restore her goodwill.

Secondly: If An Zhensheng recovers his memory, it must not be just a message on QQ, saying that he wants her.

So, what I want to think of at this moment is the same as the white paper, the rebirth of An Zhensheng?

Ang, suddenly it seems a little excited!

(Will you go to see a movie tomorrow?)

(That, if you don't have time, you can change the day.)

(No, you have some time, we will go there someday!)

......

Time ticking ticking, one second and one second passed.

After forty-two seconds, Luo Dingchen gave him a response.

(tomorrow!)

When I put these two words on the keyboard, Luo’s mouth was filled with a light smile.

This kind of very wonderful feeling, they seem to have no date, they seem to return to the time of mutual understanding.

The love that I didn’t talk about at that time seemed to be coming back once.

But he seems to have long been an amnesty with personality disorder.

Early the next morning, she stood in front of the closet for a long time, and finally decided to wear the goose yellow sweater, plaid skirt, a blue coat.

Everything seems to have returned to the original starting point.

Before today, Luo Dianchen always thought that although An Zhensheng lost his memory, he was not a teenager with personality disorder.

This seems to be another gift of God, and it is a blessing in disguise.

But at this moment, standing in front of the mirror, she was somewhat unconsciously red-eyed.

He is no longer the paranoid teenager, does it prove that he is no longer the one who will be born for her, for her death...

Suddenly... well lost...

It turns out that there is a feeling that people are disregarding life and death. It is so good. The original paranoid love is such a nostalgic.

"叮铃——" A ringtone of text messages interrupted her thoughts.

(You send me a position, I will pick you up. - An Zhensheng)

Luo dusted a little bit and smacked his position on the side with QQ.

The moment she opened QQ, she saw a long list of messages that An Zhensheng gave her last night, and a short annoyance.