Chapter 1

Bo Anzhi fell down the stairs.

And lost his memory.

After his assistant brought him home, he didn’t come to see me.

So I had to unfasten the silver chain from my ankle.

And walk out of the bedroom.

“You’re back.”

The next second, Bo Anzhi’s face flushed crimson.

“Who… who are you?”

“Why are you in my house?”

“And… and put some clothes on!”

He sounded so righteous, yet his eyes never left my body for a second.

So this is what his amnesia did-it completely erased me from his mind.

I raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards the photo wall on one side of the room and the countless surveillance cameras dotted around the house.

He slowly got up, his eyes widening as he stared at the pictures.

“Are you trying to seduce me with these photos? Let me tell you, plenty of women have tried to seduce me. You’ll have to get in line!”

“Though I’ll admit you’re not bad-looking. Your skin is fair, your eyes are bright, and your figure… it’s my type. But I won’t fall for it so easily.”

His little mouth was still flapping, on and on.

I picked up a blanket from the sofa and wrapped myself up tightly.

It was his demand that I dress like this, anyway.

I was freezing to death.

“Why aren’t you talking? Am I annoying you?”

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to answer him.

“You’re the one who insisted I move in. If I actually left, you’d be the one throwing a fit.”

He scoffed. “Hah. You pretty women are all the same, masters of deception. You really think I’d believe you?”

He was puffing out his chest in indignation.

It made his pecs look even bigger.

I wanted to touch them.

I fiddled with my phone and pulled up his message history.

[Baby, I want to be with you today, too.]

[The pink one is so cute. I want you in it.]

…

The next second, Bo Anzhi let out a piercing shriek.