Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"Um, you are you, but the girl in your arms, she’s so small, so thin, so dark!" Yan Jinsu really didn’t want to admit that this girl was her current body!

"That’s right! Originally, ’Zhang Shan Ni’ committed suicide by jumping into the lake, and was reborn because your soul merged with hers. Also, don’t blame yourself, Zhang Shan Ni sacrificed herself willingly, it wasn’t a case of soul possession at all!" Xie Jingchen happily picked up Yan Jinsu and twirled her around twice:

"Wife, it seems that the stone is very effective. Maybe in a little while, you’ll be able to recover your memory."

Yan Jinsu really didn’t want to disappoint her husband, but she felt she had to be honest: "That, Brother Chen, I have this memory fragment, it’s, it’s from the day we both fell into the pond—"

It had nothing to do with that ’stone’ at all!

Staring into each other’s eyes, then seeing his little wife’s innocent expression, Xie Jingchen helplessly stroked her wet hair and whispered in her ear:

"Uh, wife, we’re all wet, how about we take a mandarin duck bath before dinner?!" Saying this, his delicate wife was already firmly lifted across his abdomen—

Yan Jinsu widened her eyes and hugged his neck tightly, exclaiming, "Brother Chen, stop messing around! We’ve been doing this all day, aren’t you tired? Or do you dislike the food I cooked?"

"...Femme fatale, you know I can’t resist you, yet you tease me all the time!" His tone was fierce, but it was just to scare his wife.