It was the voice of his little sister Li Ke, his own room at Li Xu's house!
Bathing, locking the door... Wang Yanan!
A long-buried memory surfaced, and then it expanded greatly until it occupied all of the consciousness surface.
Li Xu had forgotten what came before, forgotten all that he had just experienced, as if he had returned to those verdant and rebellious years, back to one evening!
He stood up agitatedly from the bed, tiptoeing to the door, ear pressed against it, listening to the conversation and the argument outside.
The sound of flowing water came, the door creaked open, and outside was not the living room but a steam-filled bathroom!
The shower was spraying, mist filled the air, and a graceful figure stood under the water...
"Ah!!"
A scream awoke Li Xu, who instinctively wanted to flee, only to find that his feet were as if nailed to the ground...
He felt his breathing grow heavy, his heartbeat race, moving forward against his will.
