Bai Changxia said all this, but Shen Jianian had no recollection at all; her mind was a jumble and she sat there dazed for a long while, not really having the thought to call Yan Qiusheng.
After all, she remembered nothing now, wasn't familiar with him, and if the call connected, what else could she say besides expressing her admiration as a fan for her idol?
Bai Changxia went to the bathroom, took out a hairdryer, and dried her hair. When she came out, Shen Jianian was still in that dazed state, seemingly lost in thought.
"Still don't believe what I'm saying?" Bai Changxia brought another summer quilt, and spread it on the bed.
"No." Shen Jianian certainly wouldn't suspect her of deceit.
Bai Changxia assumed the same posture, half-leaning on the bedhead, with the quilt over her body.
The air conditioner's breeze blew gently, neither too cold nor too warm, just the right comfortable temperature.
Bai Changxia asked, "Then what are you thinking about?"
