Bringing Home My Amnesiac Ex-boyfriend

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On Valentine's Day, I received news that my ex-boyfriend Kevin Park had been in a car accident.

The doctor said that Kevin had lost some of his memory and his cell phone was broken. He could only remember my phone number. He was currently unattended, so I had to take him home.

I took out the men's underwear that I had given away as a gift and pushed Kevin, who was still covered in dust and blood, into the bathroom.

"As a girl, why do you have men's underwear at home?" Kevin looked gloomy as he held the brand-new underwear. "Where did you get this?"

"Are you going to wear it or not? If not, just be naked." I didn't bother to explain to him but closed the door.

It wasn't until I heard the sound of water in the bathroom that I breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at my little room.

It was a low-rent house with a simple wooden floor. There was a bed and a single sofa.

I felt a little nervous. Should I let him, who was injured, sleep on the floor?

Just as I was thinking about it, the bathroom door opened, and Kevin's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Deisy..."

I turned around and gasped, I saw Kevin standing at the door, he was only wearing that underwear. The T-shirt and shorts I prepared for him were both in his hands.

Kevin had a very good figure, with strong muscles. His six-pack stomach rose and fell along with his breathing. Tiny drops of water on his tanned skin rolled down his mermaid line. His underwear was stuffed full and looked a little tight. When he saw me looking at him, he adjusted the underwear with some discomfort and said coldly, "It's too small."

Then he changed his tone, stared at me, and asked, "Whose is this?"

When Kevin wasn't smiling, he looked grim and cold. At this moment, he pursed his lips and stared at me with a sullen face, as if asking me if I had been with another man.

Of course, I couldn't let him know that I had gotten this underwear for free, so I deliberately said seriously, "I bought it, especially for you, but I didn't expect you couldn't fit in."

Kevin's expression eased a little, and he seemed very satisfied with my compliment. He put on the T-shirt and went back to the bathroom. A moment later, I saw him wearing shorts and casually throwing the underwear into the trash can with an extremely disdainful expression.

I took a glance and cursed him in her heart.

I was so angry but dared not say anything as I watched him sitting on the bed. He patted the bed shamelessly and said, "Let's sleep together?"

I said coldly, "You have amnesia, so you may not remember that we broke up two years ago. Now I am kind enough to let you stay here when you are homeless."

I meant he should sleep on the floor.

Kevin pursed his lips and looked a little unhappy. He silently turned his gaze away from me and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

Just when I was thinking about whether should I get him a room nearby, he suddenly asked, "Why did we break up two years ago?"

I didn't want to bring up the bad memories, so I just said calmly, "Because you are so bad at sex!"

Kevin froze, and after a while he said in disbelief, "Is it really that bad?"

He said doubtfully, and even his hair was drooping a little.

I nodded, pulled the quilt, lay down, and dared not say more.

I denied it in my heart.

I heard a sneaky noise from behind, I was annoyed and felt my waist being gently poked.

I turned around in confusion, only to see Kevin lying next to me, looking a little nervous. He said, "Can you give me another chance?"

Kevin took my hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles, saying, "Let's try again. I will try my best this time."

I was confused.

Was he referring to the thing I was thinking?

I wanted to refuse, but under the dim light, his expression was affectionate and serious, and even a little pitiful. Facing such an outstanding and handsome face, I couldn't reject him.

After a while, I said, "If you behave well, I will agree."