“Vile woman, how dare you drugged me with a love potion?” Song Yunqian's glowering eyes were firmly fixed on the woman in front of him. His handsome face distorted slightly with anger, and a blush spread across his cheeks, making him appear restless and anxious.
On the bed, Wen Yi was lying naked with a flushed face, mirroring Song Yunqian's condition. Her eyes glowed with an unusual but warm light, masking a hint of confusion and doubt.
Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief as she thought that it was all over, but... suddenly, he swung and slapped her in the face. The force was so great that it made Wen Yi lose consciousness for three seconds. Her face and head throbbed painfully, a tingling sensation spreading through the hurt.
“You, a respectable lady from the marquis' mansion and my queen, have resorted to such a despicable tactic of using a love potion?” His voice was both furious and icy cold. Stunned, she opened her eyes wide to find the man had already dressed up. His handsome face was filled with rage, and his menacing eyes were locked onto her.
"The king?" What was happening? Her mind was as chaotic as a storm.
She clearly knew that her name was Wen Yi, a neurosurgeon from the 21st century. A patient who she had operated on passed away. The frantic father of the deceased stabbed her in the heart.
She propped herself up, staring with startled eyes at the fuming man. He was still naked, baring traces of her bites on his arm. The faint bruise left by her teeth reminded her of the madness she had just endured.
Why was she here? She remembered being stabbed and rushed into an operating room for an emergency surgery. But even if she were to die, she should be in a hospital morgue. Where was she, and who was the man before her eyes?
With a start, she reached for her chest yet found no trace of a stab wound nor any sign of pain. It felt like a dream.
But which part of it was indeed a dream? Was being stabbed the dream, or was she currently in a dream?
The next moment, some unfamiliar memories clustered inside her head! The drugging! The prince! And even... the madness that she just went through... She actually drugged a stranger with a love potion! This couldn't be anything other than a dream! These memories couldn't possibly be hers! However, a sense of despair engulfed her. What exactly was going on?
