After my sworn enemy and I both lost our memories, we lost control and ended up in bed together.
He was “gifted beyond measure,” and I was “shamelessly uninhibited.”
Physical desire and psychological disgust tore viciously at each other.
When my memories returned, I stared at my longtime nemesis, bare from the waist up, loving him and hating him all at once.
While enjoying his top-tier stamina, I maliciously recorded a video of him acting like my dog.
The shock brought his memories back.
After a brutal fight, we went our separate ways.
When we met again,
the wedding convoys of Hua Kingdom’s two great families ran into each other on a narrow road.
Song Jinbie and I regarded each other coldly, then brushed past without a word.
But late that night,
my newlywed husband was hanging upside down from the ceiling. Song Jinbie’s tone was lazy as he said,
“Become a widow, or marry me. Pick one.”
I likewise handed a hemp rope to his newlywed wife.
“Either tie it around yourself, or loop it around your husband’s neck.”
