Slumped defeatedly on the bed, Wen Qian was in no mood to wonder why none of her belongings were in the bedroom...
What she was thinking about now was whether these men knew what she was doing. And if he knew... then he must really, truly love her...
Someone knocked twice on the door. Even though it was his own room, Chi Heng seemed incredibly cautious.
Wen Qian froze for a moment before snapping out of it and rushing to open the door. The man's handsome face came into view, making her gulp hard.
'She still couldn't believe she'd managed to score someone this good before her amnesia...'
"Um..."
"You..."
"You first."
"No, you first..."
"..."
After a brief, awkward silence, Wen Qian cleared her throat. "What's your name?"
"Chi Heng."
"Do you know how I got here?" Wen Qian considered for a moment; there were so many things she wanted to ask.
