In the mirror, her still slender waist and flat belly were reflected. She did not see the mole. She could see the words written on her skin at a glance.
How come there are words on my body?!
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face in confusion and looked at her body. She saw obvious black writing on her snow-white skin - "After reading the note on the toilet tank, you will know who you are."
Who wrote this?!
Was it herself, or did someone else write it while she wasn't paying attention?!
Luo Xiaoqian looked carefully at the writing on her belly, then dipped it in water and used her fingers to learn to write the two lines of words on the mirror. The handwriting was almost the same as the writing on her belly.
The same handwriting should have been written by her herself.
Why did she write such words to herself? Did she know that she would lose her memory?!
Luo Xiaoqian became more and more puzzled.
She looked sideways at the toilet next to her, walked over and tried to lift the lid of the water tank, but couldn't find the switch after a lot of effort.
No, no, it shouldn’t be the toilet here!
She used to live on the second floor, could it be the toilet tank in that room?!
Luo Xiaoqian turned around and walked over to open the bathroom door. She hurried to the bedroom door and raised her hand to hold the door lock. This time, she opened the door smoothly with a slight twist. She was overjoyed and was about to open the door.
I heard a pleasant voice coming from the living room.
"Sissi, where are you going?!"
Luo Xiaoqian was startled, and looked up in the direction of the sound, only to find Locke, who was holding a glass of wine and standing at the small bar looking at her.
"I...I'm a little thirsty." Luo Xiaoqian said covertly.
Locke put down the wine glass in his hand, poured her a glass of water, and brought it to her, "I've already made a call. They will send you all your information tomorrow. By then, you will know who you are."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian took the cup, "Then...I'm going back."
"Good night!"
"Good night!"
Turning around, Luo Xiaoqian could only walk back to her bedroom.
After closing the door, she took a sip of the water in the cup and immediately walked into the bathroom, carefully washing off the writings on her body and rinsing off the foam on her body. When she stood in front of the camera and wiped herself, she saw her blurred image in the mirror.
She suddenly felt something in her heart. She quickly wiped the mirror dry with a towel and looked at her chest in the mirror.
Sure enough, on a piece of porcelain white skin, there was a small red mole hidden underneath the tall, soft mass under the right breast.
That man didn't lie. He actually knew such a private part. Could it be that she and he were ever so close?!
If this is really the case, then what happened to her and Locke.
Could it be said that she is a very indulgent woman, stepping on two different boats?!
No, she is definitely not that person!
So what's going on?
Looking down at her two slender feet on the soft non-slip mat, Luo Xiaoqian's eyes once again flashed the palm of Leng Zimo's hand. At that time, his big hand was gently holding her feet.
His palms are so warm, his chest is also gentle and broad, and the smell of him...
Her heartbeat sped up inexplicably, and her breathing began to quicken unconsciously.
"Xiao Qian, I love you, believe me, I won't leave, I must rescue you."
In my ears, the words that man once said sounded like a curse again.
Luo Xiaoqian suddenly missed him so much, that man who didn't even know what he looked like.
