"Chen Mo, you're awake?!"
Li Yuan looked delighted. She held up two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes. "How many is this?"
She had heard that many patients with Soul-Loss Syndrome, even if they were lucky enough to wake up, suffered all kinds of aftereffects.
Some lost their memories and didn't recognize their own family, while others regressed mentally until they were no better than five-year-old children—but Chen Mo had just called her by name, so it seemed his memories were still intact.
Chen Mo stared at the bouncing little dumpling. His throat was a little dry as he said, "Two... Stop waving them. I'm a little dizzy."
Once she was sure Chen Mo hadn't turned into an idiot, Li Yuan finally relaxed.
The night breeze blew in through the window. He felt a chill against his skin and suddenly realized something was wrong.
Following his gaze, she looked down. Her expression instantly froze.
?!
"Ah!"
Li Yuan cried out, covered her chest, and hurriedly jumped into the bathtub, splashing water high into the air.
Though it had only lasted an instant, Chen Mo's eyesight was sharp enough to take in quite a lot—he hadn't expected this little tiger to be so delightfully soft and plump.
Li Yuan crouched in the tub, the water covering her neck.
A rosy blush spread across her cheeks and gradually crept to her earlobes, like a ripe apple.
She had been so worried just now that she hadn't noticed. But now, thinking back to that warm breath... hadn't she pressed herself right against his face?
This was the end!
Li Yuan buried her face beneath the water, feeling she could never face anyone again.
Chen Mo was a little confused too. "I remember there was a screen between us. How did