Yu Jingchen chuckled secretly in his heart, lifting his hand to An Ning's shoulder, gently massaging it. "Don't be so tormented, if you can't think of it now, there's no need to strain yourself. Just mention it whenever you remember."
An Ning pinched the painful spot on her temple, frowning unwillingly. "But I feel like it's something very important, something I really want to know the answer to."
Yu Jingchen spoke with unhappiness. "It's been several days since we last saw each other, what do you think you should be more concerned about?"
An Ning smiled foolishly, hurling herself forcefully into his arms. "Of course, it's you, my husband."
Yu Jingchen rewarded her with a kiss. "That's right."
He pushed her onto the bed once again.
...
The next morning, as soon as An Ning opened her eyes, she remembered what had happened the night before.
She immediately thought that this was the tactic Yu Jingchen had used on her; he didn't answer her questions and simply got her drunk.