Chapter 8 - In Fitting room

“Buying clothes.” He stepped across Han Mingxu and stamped hard on the back of his hand which protected him earlier. The bones of his fingertips cracked. Han Mingxu regretted to save him earlier. This man had no heart.

Conscience? None of them had any.

Watching Li Qinghao walk pass him, Nancheng Lie frowned to Han Mingxu, “How about you? When did you come back?” Nancheng Lie was testing him. Li Qinghao told him earlier that when he woke up, Han Mingxu had visited him, which meant that Han Mingxu had been back at least half a month ago.

“Half a month ago. I got a message from the hospital when I was in Leiluo saying that he had come around. So I came back and later I was busy with work.” Today he came here to look for Nancheng Lie but he didn’t expect to run into Li Qinghao.

Both of them looked at the back of Li Qinghao.

“He…has changed a lot.” Said Nancheng Lie. Rather than change, he was a totally different person.

“Has he?” Han Mingxu laughed. “He lost his memory.”

“What?” There were few things in the world that would make Nancheng Lie lose control. The first exception was when Han Mingxu got gunshot two years ago. And this news was another. “Memory loss?” He asked again. There was danger in his eyes. Memory loss? Great! A man who lost his memory just said “long time no see” to him.

“Yes.” Han said with a fake smile, “The accident made a miracle.”

Nancheng Lie retrieved his gaze and stared at Han Mingxu into his slightly smiling eyes. He got upset, “I didn’t know you would be interested in men.”

“I’ve never been interested in men.” Men’s bodies were too stiff and heavy to hug. Even his eyes said that he didn’t like men. But when he looked at Li Qinghao, it was completely different. “Only if…”

“He’s a pet I played with,” Nancheng suddenly cut in.

Han Mingxu raised his eyebrows,” So?”

“I remember when we were little, I licked the ice cream in your hands just for once, and you punched me really hard. I found later that you are a neat freak.”

“Yes. I got rid of the part you licked. But I didn’t throw away the clean parts.” Han Mingxu’s hint was obvious. But…

Bam… A hanger fell to the ground. Li Qinghao looked at them and his face was unnaturally pale. He heard everything what they said. It was his and Nancheng’s childhood. Why did that man know about it? Was he in a reality or a dream? Maybe he was not Han Mingxu. He was still Li Qinghao who had Han’s memory and at the same time happened to lose Li’s memory.

“What’s wrong?” Han Mingxu approached and held Li Qinghao’s hand. They were at the same height but it felt like Li Qinghao was protected by Han. “Too weak to hold the hanger?” He didn’t look like he was pretending to care about him. Li Qinghao was confused but just for a while.

“Yes. But… I want to try on my clothes.” He made a pitiful face, looking at Han Mingxu. But he managed to look at Nancheng Lie with the corner of his eyes. The latter stared at them with more and more serious with kind of warning and alert. It didn’t last long but Li Qinghao was sure what he saw.

Lie… He was confused again.

“What do you mean? Need my help?” Han Mingxu was such a gentleman from top to toe. But Li Qinghao suspected everything about him.

“Perhaps…I can ask salesman for help.” Li Qinghao understood very well it was necessary to pretend to be considerate on the outside.

“No, I’d love to.”

Nancheng Lie stood outside the fitting room with arms crossed over his chest and an obscure facial expression that no one could understand. Inside the fitting room, Li Qinghao started to blush as Han Mingxu took off his T-shirt. His upper body was not perfect because of scars caused by scratches when he jumped out of the car two years ago. It didn’t look very serious because his nearly sick pale skin.

There was kind of mysterious feeling radiating after Li Qinghao tried on the royalblue shirt.

“Not good? I’d better look in the mirror.” Han Mingxu blocked the door of the fitting room, and the glow in his eyes made Li Qinghao feel dangerous.

Han didn’t seem to move away. “What…?”

“SHHH… “Han Mingxu approached him closer. His index finger slipped across Li Qinghao’s lips.” I have a thought. Do you want to hear it?”

“No.”

“Yes.” There was a sexual desire in Han Mingxu’s eyes.” I want you to know that I…have an impulse to take off your clothes. What do you say?”