Seeing that Xiao Jinsheng didn't believe him, Chen Yunji was quite anxious.
But he still calmed down and explained, "I can confirm that the content of the novel was written by me, and you also mentioned that we lost our memories."
"Moreover... if what the novel says is true, then I must be your eighth beast husband."
Seeing Chen Yunji so certain, Xiao Jinsheng still looked skeptical and smiled, "But you said it yourself—it's just a storybook. How can its contents be true?"
"Could it be..."
Xiao Jinsheng drew out the ending, moved closer to Chen Yunji, and wrapped a strand of his silver hair around his finger, gently pulling it.
With his hair held by Xiao Jinsheng, Chen Yunji could only bow his head, which also closed the distance between him and Xiao Jinsheng.
"Could it be that you like me and secretly wrote the novel?" Xiao Jinsheng asked teasingly.
"No!" Chen Yunji answered hastily.
