Chapter 2The Knight and The Prince

The next afternoon, Archer came to pick me up.

He helped me pack and handled the discharge paperwork.

He was outrageously considerate.

He took me home—to his home.

Looking at the brand-new toiletries in the bathroom, I asked puzzledly:

"Why is everything new?"

He answered leisurely, "The day we fought, I threw out everything related to you."

The corner of my mouth twitched.

"So are you over being mad now?"

He nodded, then shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

He lazily lifted his eyes. "You're already like this, I have no choice but to forgive you."

I paused. "Did I start the fight?"

He didn't speak, just looked at me silently.

His gaze made me feel guilty, and I didn't dare meet his eyes.

Finally, I cleared my throat and turned toward the walk-in closet.

"Let's let bygones be bygones. We'll get along well from now on."

Opening the closet door, I discovered it was full of new clothes with tags still on.

From inside out, everything was there.

The entire closet was new.

I tried to hold it in, but couldn't.

"Archer, why didn't you throw yourself out too!"

He looked blank. "What?"

"You threw out everything I touched. I've touched you, why didn't you throw yourself out?"

Archer seemed to just realize what I meant.

In an instant, he turned his face away unnaturally, a flush creeping up his ears.

After a while, a magnificent voice came: "You haven't touched me."

I shook my head without hesitation. "Impossible."

He was grown exactly to my aesthetic preferences.

I only lost some memories, I didn't become stupid.

With such a handsome man in front of me, I couldn't possibly sit still and be a saint.

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it felt. I asked:

"Archer, is it that you... can't perform?"

"What are you saying!" Archer grabbed a set of pajamas from the closet and shoved them at me. "Go wash up, I'll make you something to eat."

He left immediately, giving me no chance to react.

At night, when it was time to sleep.

I waited and waited, but Archer didn't come to bed.

Walking out of the room, I found out he had already gone to sleep in the guest bedroom!

When I pushed open the guest room door, he was just about to take off his pants.

The moment our eyes met, he quickly pulled his pants back up and even wrapped a bathrobe around himself.

Tsk.

Living together and he's still guarding against me.

I walked over silently, lifted the quilt, and burrowed in.

Archer was dumbfounded. "You, you, you..."

I patted the spot beside me. "Come here."

He didn't move.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" I asked.

He stared at me, looking like he wanted to say something several times but stopped.

"Are you scared? Or is it that you really can't perform?"

Archer finally moved.

He walked to my side, wrapped me up like a burrito with lightning speed, and carried me back to the master bedroom.

It wasn't until I heard the door close that I realized my boyfriend might really have a problem.

In the middle of the night, while sleeping groggily, Archer came into my room.

He lifted my nightgown and did all sorts of bad things.

He teased me until I was parched but refused to give me relief.

I cried out in anger, "Archer, I'm breaking up with you! I'm finding a man who's better and more capable than you!"

He bit me fiercely. "You dare!"

"Hmph, watch me! Get off!"

I kicked out, but kicked empty air.

The huge movement woke me up.

Looking around, it was broad daylight.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Outside the door, Archer was knocking.

"Get up for breakfast."

Ten minutes later, I sat at the dining table.

He had buttoned his shirt all the way to the top button.

Looking serious like an old veteran cadre.

Clearly, the last two times I saw him, he didn't button up properly, and I could faintly see the pectoral muscles under his shirt.

The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I was.

"Archer, how about I make you an appointment with a urologist?"

Archer suddenly started coughing violently, unable to stop for a long time.

I handed him a glass of water and said slowly:

"Don't worry, as long as you can be cured, I won't despise you."

Archer coughed until he could barely breathe.

I quickly patted his back and gave him water.

After bustling for a while, he finally stopped.

"I am very healthy."

Before I could question his words, he added, "Today is Lucas's engagement party. Come with me."