Chen Feng casually caught the pillow and walked off.
"This pillow smells great, thanks."
After taking a sniff, Chen Feng left with a smile on his face.
"Give it back to me."
Qingluo shouted loudly.
But Chen Feng had already walked far away, not planning to return the pillow at all.
"Shameless rascal."
Qingluo punched the bed lightly.
After Chen Feng left, his expression became extremely serious.
If Qingluo has these deeply hidden memories, do Ye Qingqing and others also have them?
If they do, would it reveal some major secrets by piecing their memories together?
Thinking about this, Chen Feng couldn't wait to return to the imperial city and try it out.
But on second thought, Chen Feng restrained his impulsive tendencies.
Because once some unintended consequences are understood, many variables could possibly occur.
Chen Feng, with his head down in deep thought, ended up near the residence region of Chen Yuanguan and others without realizing.
