When she woke up, Lin Weiwei found herself in a strange room, five years in the future, when the bathroom door opened and a man came out.
After Lin Weiwei's brain went through a series of "blank - blue screen - restart - overheating", she was frantically scrolling through the barrage:
"Damn it! He's alive! He's so handsome and alive!"
"Is this appearance... Real? Even a model wouldn't dare to build it like this, right?"
"Wait a minute! Wrong point! Is this the time to think about this? Lin Weiwei!"
"He's looking over! He's looking over! His eyes are so cold! Is he evaluating which angle would save more effort to throw me out?"
"Help! Why does he keep looking at me? Are there flowers on my face? Or am I drooling while sleeping?"
"No! Why am I here? Why am I wearing his shirt? What happened last night!"
