Lin Weiwei wakes up in an unfamiliar room and discovers that she has transmigrated five years into the future. Just then, the bathroom door opens and a man walks out.
After her brain goes through a whole process of “blank screen, blue screen, reboot, overheating,” Lin Weiwei's mind starts furiously scrolling through comments:
“Holy crap! A real one! And he's so handsome!”
“That face... Can someone really look like that? Even character designers wouldn't dare make him this perfect!”
“Wait, wait, wait! That's not the point! Is this really what you should be thinking about right now, Lin Weiwei?”
“He's looking over! He's looking over! His eyes are so cold! Is he trying to figure out the easiest angle to throw me out from?”
“Help! Why does he keep staring at me? Do I have a flower on my face? Or did I drool in my sleep?”
“No, wait! Why am I here? Why am I wearing his shirt? What happened last night?!”
