Summary
My ex-husband shyly stopped me. “Hi, want to get married?” I turned him down coldly. I texted Secretary Li: [Has Qi Xian recovered? Why did you let him out?] Secretary Li replied almost immediately: [Hello, ma’am. President Qi isn’t sick. He just has amnesia.] [But you don’t need to worry. President Qi is now a good, law-abiding citizen.] In the middle of the night, that good citizen, Qi Xian, was squatting by my bed, anticipation glittering in his eyes. “Can I tie you up and kiss you till dawn?” Watching him excitedly raise an iron chain, my scalp went numb. “No.” He lowered his head in disappointment. “Okay, then I’ll come ask again tomorrow.” Me: “???”