“Shall we have a talk about the old days, long-time-no-see lover?” Nancheng Lie’s sweet voice made Li Qinghao get goose bumps. It reminded him that this man had been always gentle to him since they grew up, even though they had a small fight occasionally. No, they had never had a fight. He was a bland person while Nancheng was a passionate one, as passionate as the fire. They were like iceberg and fire. When they met, of course the iceberg would surrender first.

Even when they fought over snacks at very young age, Nancheng Lie tried everything to cheer him up afterwards.

At that time he got rid of the part of popsicle Nancheng Lie once licked and then ate the rest. Nancheng Lie later bought a new one to make up for him. From then on, he didn’t mind things that Nancheng Lie touched.

In his 20 years of life except for the two years in comma, all he had were his grandpa, his uncle and servants who took care of him, and Nancheng Lie and his family.

Like fire, Nancheng Lie burnt everyone around him. He didn’t want to admit it but he knew that Nancheng Lie was special in his heart.

Was it because he got use to him or he was taking advantage of him?

He got used to his accompany and he was taking advantage of his kindness. In fact, if it hadn’t been Nancheng Lie, how lonely he would be as Han Mingxu in his life?

Thinking of this, Li Qinghao looked at Nancheng Lie more gently. However, Nancheng Lie missed it because he already turned around. Keqi, however, noticed it. His hands clenched tightly as if something was pressing against his chest. Did Li Qinghao have a thing for Nancheng Lie?

Two years ago when they were about to kill Han Mingxu, Li Qinghao accidentally showed up and had a talk with Han Mingxu, which they heard. He was in deep love with Nancheng and still couldn’t let it go after Nancheng Lie broke up with him. So he asked Han Mingxu about Nancheng Lie’s phone number.

Li Qinghao, did you really lose your memory? Or you still love him even if you did?

Li Qinghao was a little upset when he looked at Nancheng Lie’s back.

“Lie…” As soon as Li Qinghao said one word, Nancheng Lie clenched his chin and pressed him against the wall.

“You didn’t lose memory, did you?” Once again after the clothes shop, he saw the coldness and toughness in Nancheng Lie’s eyes. Completely unlike Nancheng Lie when he was still Han Mingxu, this Nancheng Lie intimidated him, “I, I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

“You don’t?” Nancheng Lie half smiled and clenched his chin harder, “come on, say my name.”

Li Qinghao felt a great pain in the chin as if it was broken. His lips trembled and he couldn’t make a voice. He was able to fight but he didn’t want to because he was Nancheng Lie.

He looked at Nancheng Lie calmly although he was still in pain.

Nancheng Lie got familiar with that pair of eyes, the calmness in them. Why? Why could this man touch his soul? Why?

“Say it!”

His voice was low but Nancheng Lie heard it.

Lie…

It was a simple word, echoing long.

Lie… there was a man who used to call him with such a calm voice.

Lie…there was a man who looked at him calmly when he called him.

Lie…there was a man who turned him on whenever he looked at him.

Are You Familiar with Me as well?