Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"Want a taste?" Xie Jingchen looked down at her flushed little face. As long as they could communicate normally, he knew she wasn’t delirious; he straightforwardly pressed closer and countered:

"Or, try a bite?"

"I... am not her, is that alright with you?" Yan Jinsu stepped back, increasing the distance between them, dropping the previous intimate gesture of cradling each other’s faces.

The two gazed at each other, Yan Jinsu uncomfortably lowered her head and fiddled with a stray lock of hair near her ear.

She just wanted to know, if she wasn’t her, would he still want her.

Yan Jinsu is a germaphobe, even knowing that the woman Xie Jingchen most loves in his heart is ’herself’, she would feel disgusted!

Because in her memory, this man does not exist at all!