Liu Ji still wanted to share more about the intimate secrets of their husband-and-wife life on the bed.
Qin Yao, already listening until her hair was standing on end, hurriedly raised her hand to signal him to stop.
Liu Ji refused.
Only by repeatedly describing the details of their past time together could he prove that none of it was a dream, nor just his imagination.
And the person in front of him right now wasn't someone he had dreamed up, either.
She was real.
More real than pearls!
But unfortunately, their memories did not connect.
So Liu Ji's head took a solid, heavy smack from Qin Yao.
His head was knocked to the side, and he hissed.
When he turned back, his eyes were full of emotion: "Wife, it's you, I knew it was you!"
"This familiar feel, the just-right strength—other than you, my wife, no one else could hit like that."
Qin Yao stood up. "Stay in the room for a while."
She needed to go out and calm down.
