“It’s washed.”


    The man’s dark eyes looked at her so deeply that she was ashamed to look into them, until the man took them and took her small hand, brought it to his thin lips and kissed the palm, back and fingers of her hand.


    Estre Berrocal felt a tingle and was electrocuted, he was just kissing her hand, but in that look it was as if he was expressing something, and she blushed as she unconsciously thought the opposite.


    “Come on, go to bed, I’m sleepy!”


    She ran to bed, pulled the covers over her and sulked off to sleep, the man followed her andy down on the bed as well, taking her in his arms and lowering his head to speak solemnly in her ear, “Po, don’t ever leave me again, I’m so hard on you.”


    Estre Berrocal was confused by his sudden confession, although she was impressed by it.


    Adam Rouco was so unusual tonight!


    Not only was he calling her “honey,” but he was saying things that normally wouldn’te out of her mouth.


    Estre Berrocal turned her body and put her hand on his forehead, touching it very carefully. “Adán Rouco, are you sick?”.


    But his forehead was not hot, he had no fever.


    So what was wrong with him?


    The man lowered his little hand and frowned, “What’s wrong with you?”.


    Estre Berrocal said with sincerity: “I think you are behaving strangely tonight, not like you usually do”.


    Although she liked the way Adán Rouco was so precious with her.


    The man’s brow furrowed further and a glint of displeasure crept under his eyes, but he soon embraced her and said, “You’ll soon get used to it and like me like this.”


    “…”


    This man, he must be bewitched!


    Estre Berrocal blushed and threw the sheets over herself: “I’m going to sleep!”.


    As she slept, Estre Berrocal pulled back the nkets and said, “No, I have to go back to La Ciudad Santa in the morning and I have to get up to pack.”


    The man pushed her back, “Don’t put it away, I’ll do it for you in the morning, be a good girl and go to sleep.”


    Estre Berrocal was a little d, didn’t she know him well enough before? How could he be so considerate and kind?


    She wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her little face between his, “Adam, you look like someone else, but I find that …. I like you better.”


    The man’srge hands stroked her long hair and kissed the top of her hair down, with a strange gleam in his dark eyes.


    That night, Estre Berrocal curled up next to Adán Rouco like a little kangaroo and slept soundly.


    …


    The next morning, Adán Rouco woke up with a splitting headache.


    Howe he was fine and was a little disconnected?


    As soon as he opened his eyes, Estre Berrocal’s face appeared in front of him, the little woman lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smile on her face.


    “Are you awake?”


    Adán Rouco gave a weak “yes”, without much enthusiasm, his head hurt too much.


    Estre Berrocal asks: “What’s the matter, a headache? But how can you have a headache if you’re fine?”.


    “I don’t know, I must have slept too much.”


    Adán Rouco pressed his long fingers to his temples and stood up, and Estre Berrocal said, “I’ve made breakfast.”


    “Well, have you packed up your things?”.


    Estre Berrocal was a little confused: “Didn’t you sayst night that you would pick it up this morning? So I didn’t pick it up…”


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    Adán Rouco’s dark eyes twitched and he froze for a moment.


    Estre Berrocal thought he was just talking about the night before and turned to pack. “Never mind,st night you were telling me honey, honey, precious, but this morning you woke up with apletely cold face, I’d better pack my own suitcase, I don’t expect you to.”


    Adam Rouco’s brow furrowed further, “Honey?”.


    “Yes, you called me honeyst night, don’t you remember?”.


    “…”


    In his thirty-two years of life, he had never called anyone “sweetheart.”


    I could not call them that.


    Estre Berrocal gathered her things and when the man behind her stopped talking, she turned her head to look at him suspiciously. “You haven’t really forgotten, have you? Adán Rouco… you wouldn’t be a pervert and not want to take responsibility, would you?”.


    She threw the clothes in her hand into the suitcase, ran to him and touched his forehead, then felt his with uncertainty.


    Adán Rouco was stunned for a moment and grabbed her little hand, “What else did I do to youst night?”.


    Estre Berrocal blushed at the mention of it, “No, nothing, just always kiss me and call me sweetheart…”


    And he was especially attached to her.


    It was the first time Estre Berrocal saw Adán Rouco being so “faithful”! That was her idea of the perfect “faithful boyfriend”!


    Adán Rouco seemed to be thinking about something and Estre Berrocal was disappointed to see that he didn’t seem to be lying. “You really don’t remember anything, do you? Could it have been a ghostst night?”.


    God … he allowed himself the luxury of thinking that it would be good if Adán Rouco were always so loyal!


    It seemed thatst night had been a real bad thing? Either that or Adam Rouco’s brain had gone into the water in the shower?


    Estre Berrocal raised her hand and tapped Adán Rouco on the head, “You haven’t really hit your head and you have selective amnesia like the heroes of romance novels!”


    “…”


    The corner of the man’s eye twitched.


    Adán Rouco pulled his small hand away: “Enough”.


    There was a slight coldness in his tone, which was back to normal, but he didn’t seem to like it as much as he did the night before.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal bit her tongue a little, a child who had eaten candy was going to be gluttonous, and no one else would be amused to eat candy and start eating bitterness again.


    He set about gathering his things and muttered, “He was so tender and thoughtfulst night, howe he’s back to his old self as soon as he gets out of bed?”


    Adán Rouco’s head was turned, and at the sound of her voice, remembering so fondly the past night, an inexplicable anger red in his chest.


    “Did you like me a lotst night?”.


    Estre Berrocal: “…”


    What do you mean byst night?


    Not the same person today asst night?


    Is Adán Rouco discussing “metaphysical” philosophy with her? Is she not the same person today as she was yesterday?


    “Of course I liked you the way you werest night, when you not only called me Po, but you liked me so much that you said it was hard for us to be together and asked me not to leave you.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal felt a little disappointed and a little angry at this impassive look from Adán Rouco. “Forget it, it must have been in your headst night…”


    But the man behind her spoke coldly, “Yes, you can guess that it crossed my mindst night, don’t take it seriously.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal was furious and threw a pillow at him, “Adán Rouco!


    The man avoided the pillow, frowning, “Star-”


    Before the words coulde out, Estre Berrocal said usingly, “Not Estar, you called me Post night!”.


    “…”


    The corner of the man’s forehead jumped.


    Damn it, what the hell was going onst night?


    Was it his “second personality,” as Juliet Sarinana called it, that had dominated his consciousnessst night?


    But even if she was his second personality, how could his second personality like Estre Berrocal so much when he was supposed to have met her for the first timest night?


    What was going on here?


    The two personalities were split, so it was only natural that his second personality didn’t know Estre, so why was he calling her “honey” in such a slimy way?


    Adam Rouco’s brow furrowed, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of crisis.


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