Not eating the food made by Long Xiliang is simply impossible; Lu Xiaoyou's stomach has no dignity in front of Long Xiliang's cooking!
"Miemie."
"Huh?" The white hamster was gnawing on post-meal biscuits.
"I seem to have become, unlike myself." Saying this, even Lu Xiaoyou found it amusing.
"Master, if you're not like you, then who are you like? You are you!"
Lu Xiaoyou silently answered the white hamster in her heart, thinking back to her old self if someone plotted against her or deceived her.
She would have beaten the person up and walked away in disdain.
How could she be like now, still living under the same roof as Long Xiliang.
She knew Long Xiliang was an ambitious man, detached and indifferent, deeply calculating; he was, in fact, a complete scoundrel.
Yet she was captivated by the warmth this man gave her.
When he lost his memory, he'd forgotten the entire world, only remembering her.
