章節 15: Chapter 15: Kiss.
"Hey, you pinch me again." Ace turned his face away, looking angry, but the corners of his lips curled.
Demi Moore smiled slightly, pinching again. Their exchange is straightforward, Demi Moore has no voice, so this place only has Ace's voice. She loved listening to him speak, although, at times, he would also be irritable but then quickly forget.
A child cannot grow up.
Demi Moore clapped his hand a little: 'I'm going to cook; wait here for a while!'
Sometimes they would communicate like that, but no matter how different methods are used, Ace quickly knows what she means. The amnesiac has an exceptionally pure soul; perhaps due to Ace's extreme talent, he learns much faster than others. Now he knows a lot and can even help Demi Moore to make some dishes, but she also doesn't have to let him help because if he touches her, her kitchen will disappear and become a battlefield. So, the kitchen door had to have a piece of paper attached.
Ace stopped.
Ace stared at the paper wide-eyed and finally had to sit back on the sofa. Why is she forbidding him to come in? I've only broken three bowls and two plates.
But he has to know that their kitchen only has three bowls and two plates. Because there are few people, Demi Moore doesn't buy much, so when someone breaks all the furniture, they have to eat instant noodles, eat so much that Ace feels like he's going to vomit. He doesn't like instant noodles. The other dishes are challenging to eat, but as long as Demi makes him, he will like them, except for instant noodles; he is highly repulsive.
Because it didn't have the taste he wanted, it didn't have the family's taste.
Demi Moore is in the kitchen making simple dishes. Through the gap in the door, she saw Ace's innocent face and suddenly wanted to laugh; Ace is so cute!
But he still absolutely must not enter the kitchen. Otherwise, she will have to buy a new bowl.
Ace's destructive power was actually beyond her imagination.
When Demi Moore brought out the food, Ace was obediently sitting in the upper seat, staring at her hand and swallowing saliva. Having finally eaten, he was also going to starve to death.
Demi Moore looked at Ace and couldn't help but laugh. Ace's personality is straightforward, perhaps because he has no previous memory; he breaks the rules, always quickly making others understand what he wants. The man she has close contact with is a little, except for Tom Hulce, perhaps only Ace.
But these two men belong to two opposite extremes. Tom Hulce was too deep; two years of marriage did not help her get into his heart, did not have his love, so all the following things happened. But Ace is different; facing him does not feel heavy, does not need to worry; although he is annoying, it is a nuisance that warms her heart.
She put the food on the table; Ace looked forward to the bowl in front of her and waited for her to nod before eating; although very hungry, the movement was not rude.
Although there were only simple breakfast items, they all ate very happily; in the silent room, Ace's laughter was sometimes heard, and Demi Moore just looked at him, smiling slightly on her lips gently.
After eating, Demi Moore put the bowl into the kitchen; Ace sat on the chair rubbing his stomach, which was packed. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the day just like that, but suddenly, his eyes sank a little. Currently, Demi is increasingly busy; she collects many documents every morning, then sits and types all day. Sometimes he wakes up at night and still finds her working.
He approached the computer, looking at the words on the screen. The bleak blue color from the computer stopped on his face, showing a few parts of it clear but cold.
His fingers gently touched the computer screen; such bizarre images kept popping up in his head for some reason. He lowered his eyes, involuntarily sitting down; maybe he could, he really could. He didn't want to see Demi working so hard; he found it very uncomfortable.
His hand quickly glided over the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen, and the English document quickly converted into Chinese in his hand.
He learns Demi Moore's moves but seems to do it better than her.
Wrinkling his brows, the side of his face suddenly turned cold.
Demi Moore finished washing the dishes and carefully placed them in the drawer, then leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes. She wanted to rest for a while… Last night she went to bed at over midnight and had to get up very early this morning, so she felt exhausted. Slowly opening her eyes, she had a bit of blood in her eyes, obviously due to not being well rested.
She patted her face to encourage herself for a bit and then went out, she looked for the man who was supposed to be sitting on the sofa but couldn't find him, where did he go? Turning around, she unexpectedly saw Ace sitting in front of the computer.
What does Ace do there? Demi Moore walked past and stood behind him, but her expression changed slightly, and her eyes were also confused.
Ace continued to pull out another sheet of paper, then glanced at it, fingers typing quickly on the keyboard. He is swift, making people feel like he doesn't need to think, just reacting out of habit.
'Ace...' Her lips moved slightly, staring at the document on the desk that was constantly shrinking. This was the work she had to do today, at least half an hour, but Ace probably only needed 10 minutes. After all, what's going on? She is not dreaming. Blinking his eyes a little, Ace's speed seemed to get faster and faster, evidently adept at this.
Is his mental strength a problem? If that's the case, then how did he do this? Why is he so bright?
Ace felt someone behind him; when he looked at Demi Moore, he slightly smugly curved his lips: "Demi, you see, I know how to do this too, have fun." He stood up, seemingly happy: "Demi, do you think I'm doing it right?" He pulled Demi Moore's hand, showing off what he had just done.
Demi Moore stared at the computer screen, but there was no error. She nodded once, and her eyes suddenly turned pink; Ace is brilliant, not stupid or weak.
Ace stared at Demi Moore's tired face, suddenly took her hand and led her to the bed, insisting that she lie down, and pulled the blanket carefully. Demi Moore looked at him with wide eyes, confused.
Ace put his hand on her shoulder, extremely persistent: "Demi is sleepy. The TV said men must protect women; Ace is a man, so he must protect Demi." His tone was childish, but he spoke very firmly. Yesterday he saw this sentence on TV, he doesn't understand it, but he will try to study.
'Ace.' Demi Moore blinked softly, looking at his steady gaze; it was still spotless… No memory makes his soul so innocent, but sometimes it makes her heartache.
No one had ever said that to her, not even Tom Hulce, but Ace did. She reached out and grabbed Ace's hand; this child-like man hurt her heart.
"Good night Demi; I'll be done soon." Ace patted Demi Moore's shoulder, stood up, and suddenly turned his head again, seemingly remembering something. The corner of his lips curled up, indicating incredible power.
He bent down, suddenly bringing his lips to Demi Moore's; this was also what he learned on TV today, apparently what a man would do to a girl.
It felt so soft he rubbed gently, instinctively wanting more, and Demi Moore widened her eyes, unable to believe what he was doing.
He's kissing her lips, but it's hers; her face suddenly turns red; oh god, no way, her pure Ace has finally learned what's on TV.
Ace raised his head; under the lamplight, his teeth looked strangely white, and he even felt a little dazzled: "Demi, this is also something you just learned; I will know more in the future." He nodded, clearly pleased with his performance just now.
Demi Moore has the feeling of crying without tears; this big baby, every day, sees things she doesn't know. She thought she should sell the TV; otherwise tomorrow; if he considers Superman, won't he learn to fly with people?
Demi Moore wanted to say more, but a pair of giant hands were placed over her eyes, blocking all light: "Demi, go to sleep; make sure when Demi wakes up, I'm done." Ace understood what she meant, but she had been so tired lately, so she had to rest well.
Looking at the document on the table, he also knew how to do this, so he wouldn't let her have such a hard time in the future. Her three-day sleep combined is less than one day of his; her eyes have turned into rabbit eyes (i.e., lack of sleep, red eyes), not pretty at all.
Demi Moore wanted to let go of his hand, but he tried so hard that she finally gave up.
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