Qin Yao sat by the bed and thought about what had happened the night before. She could not remember anything. She pushed open the bathroom door. The interior was as clean as usual. There were no water stains left after the shower yesterday.
She sat by the bathtub, frowning but still did not remember. But why did she wear Li Yancheng pajamas?
At this time Li Yancheng was definitely not at home. Qin Yao completely let himself go and did not worry that someone would barge in.
After a long while, she rubbed her head and washed up to find food. The cooked millet porridge in the kitchen was still steaming in the pot. When it smelled, Qin Yao couldn't take it anymore. He filled a large bowl and sat down on the dining table.
The millet porridge was very ordinary, and it didn't look very exquis
