Zhong Lingling had lost her memory and reverted back to her carefree attitude from two years ago. Faced with a feeling of strangeness inside and no better way to vent, she could only cope with her depression in such a bizarre manner.
Zhong Lingling probably never imagined that while she was alone, having a blast in the living room, Xiang Yimo would actually double back and push open the hall door.
Zhong Lingling, clad only in underwear, gradually slowed her fiercely sultry moves as sweat drenched her.
At the sound of someone pushing the door, Zhong Lingling turned her head toward the entrance, and her gaze fell upon Xiang Yimo.
In her mind, Zhong Lingling thought, No! That's impossible! It must be a hallucination! Didn't Yimo go to an important dinner? How could he have come back?
Zhong Lingling shook her head and reopened her eyes, only to find that Yimo was still standing in front of her, and even flashing her a wickedly mischievous grin!