After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 1991

Chapter 1991: Chapter 1995: His Palm

In the mirror, she saw her still slender waist and flat stomach, but she didn’t see that mole; instead, she immediately noticed the words written on her skin.

How could there be writing on her body?!

Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face in confusion, looked at her body, and saw obvious black handwriting on her snow-white skin—"The note in the toilet tank, after reading it, you will know who you are."

Who wrote this?!

Was it her, or did someone else write it when she wasn’t paying attention?!

Luo Xiaoqian scrutinized the handwriting on her belly, then wetted her fingers and copied the two lines on the mirror; the handwriting she reproduced was almost identical to that on her belly.

It should be her own handwriting.

Why did she write such words to herself? Did she know she would lose her memory?!

Luo Xiaoqian became increasingly puzzled.

She turned her face to look at the toilet beside her, walked over, and tried to lift the tank lid, but after a great effort, she couldn’t find a switch.

No, no, it shouldn’t be this toilet!

She used to live on the second floor, could it be the toilet tank in that room?!

Luo Xiaoqian turned and walked over, opened the bathroom door, hurried to the bedroom door, and lightly turned the doorknob, which opened smoothly this time. She was delighted and was about to open the door when she heard a pleasant voice softly echoing in the living room.

"Sissi, where are you going?!"

Luo Xiaoqian was startled and lifted her face towards the direction the voice came from, only to see Luo Ke holding a glass of wine and looking at her from the small bar counter.

"I... I’m a bit thirsty," Luo Xiaoqian said, covering up.

Luo Ke put down the glass, poured her a cup of water, and handed it to her, "I’ve already made a call, and tomorrow they will send over all your information. By then, you will know who you really are."

No, she definitely wasn’t like that!

Then what was going on?

Lowering her face to look at her two delicate feet stepping on the soft, non-slip mat, Leng Zimo’s hand flashed once more in front of Luo Xiaoqian’s eyes, as his large hand gently cradled her foot back then.

His palm, so warm, his chest too, tender and broad, and that smell about him...

Her heart raced inexplicably, and her breathing involuntarily became rapid.

"Xiao Qian, I love you, believe me, I won’t leave, I have to get you out."

In her ear, the words that man had once said echoed again like a spell.

Luo Xiaoqian suddenly missed him, that man whose appearance she didn’t even know.