I woke up from amnesia, and the doctor asked me: "Which one is your current boyfriend?" I tentatively pointed to the one on the left. The doctor's face darkened: "Current. Boyfriend." I pointed to the one on the right. The doctor gritted his teeth: "Current. Boy. Friend." I hesitated, then finally pointed shakily to the one in the middle. The doctor took off his mask and smiled eerily: "Great job. "Babe, turns out besides me, you were dating three others." I planned to jump out the window and run. But a bullet comment flashed before my eyes: [The vicious female lead is finally going offline. Jump quickly so you can be caught by the fourth yandere male lead, locked in a dark room, and tortured to death.] Oh no. But I already jumped... 1 I was obsessed with watching that cute "steamed carrot Mickey Mouse tissue box cat" online. Didn't watch where I was going. Accidentally missed a step and tumbled down the stairs. Good news: No major injuries. Bad news: Amnesia. Forgot who my boyfriend was. When the nurse told me to call family to pick me up. I opened my contacts. Only four people. One was saved as a wrench emoji. I guessed it was a repairman. Pass. The other three were more impressive. Saved as: Hubby 1, Hubby 2, Hubby 3. Checked the area codes. Weird. Did my boyfriends have phone numbers from three different states? Whatever. Just pick one and try. I called Hubby 1. Picked up instantly. Tone very cold. "What is it?" What's with this attitude? Is this an ex-boyfriend I forgot to rename? No wonder I have a Hubby 2. Hung up! Calling Hubby 2! Don't know what Hubby 2 was doing. Didn't pick up instantly. Waited thirty seconds. Just as I was about to hang up and call Hubby 3. He picked up. Voice similar to Hubby 1, both deep. But his tone was more sarcastic: "Finally answering the phone? "Speak. Who was that man who answered your phone? "Didn't you say you cut ties with them? Only me left?" How do I answer that? What man? I don't know. Hung up quickly. Next one. Called Hubby 3, didn't pick up. But he sent a text: [Awake? I'm coming right now.] [Hungry?] I breathed a sigh of relief. Looks like Hubby 3 is my real hubby! The others. Are just bad romances to be discarded. Blocking them all later! From now on, I will be a devoted, pure girl! [Kiss kiss Hubby, can you bring me an ice cream black tea changed to green tea base with two extra scoops of ice cream and no sugar later?] Instant reply: [Yes.] 2 Thinking about getting the bubble tea I craved soon. I was in a great mood. Sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed playing with my phone. This was a single room with great lighting. 2 PM. Winter sun poured in, covering half the bed, making me feel lazy and warm. Stretched. Suddenly realized. I seemed to have forgotten what my boyfriend looked like. What if he's ugly? After all, girls in love wear rose-colored glasses. While I'm still in this "sober" phase. Better check the photo album. If he's really ugly, I'm running away. ... However. I scrolled through the album for nearly half an hour. Not a single photo of a man. Over 10,000 photos. 5,000 selfies. 2,000 random cats and dogs on the street. The remaining 3,000. All different food photos. Holy sh*t. Self-obsessed much? Narcissism is a bit extreme. Forget it. I guess with my taste. I wouldn't date an ugly guy anyway. "Tanya." "Eh, who's calling me?" I stretched my neck to look at the door. A tall, thin male doctor walked in. He wore a mask, revealing only clean, handsome eyes. He asked some basic questions. Headache? Any discomfort? He continued: "How is your memory recovery? "If the situation is still not ideal, we may need to consider other treatment plans." Instantly. Images from countless movies flashed uncontrollably through my mind. Electroshock, forced hypnosis, even craniotomy... Various terrifying treatments played in a loop. Scared, I waved my hands frantically, speaking faster: "Recovered, recovered, Doctor. "Really! "I remember everything. Feel great!" "Really? What's my name?" I glanced at his name tag: "Dr. Zhou, what about it?" The doctor's gaze paused on my face, expression serious. I stared back. Heart tightened. Does my body have some major issue? Is he afraid I can't take it? I clutched my chest, heartbroken: "It's okay, Doctor. "Just say it. My mental fortitude is strong, I can take it." After a long while. He pursed his lips and finally spoke: "We'll do a checkup later. If no issues, you can leave." Tch. Just that small thing. Why act so scary! Bad man! 3 The doctor left. About an hour later. He returned, followed by two men. The man on the left wore a dark suit. Tall figure, cold face. Rimless glasses perched on a high nose bridge. Eyes behind the lenses sharp and distant. Thin lips pursed tight. Radiating a "strangers keep away" low pressure. The other one. Looked like a race car driver. Red and black racing suit, zipper casually open to the chest, revealing a black tight T-shirt underneath. Hair messy and wild. Under the bangs, a pair of narrow, upward-slanting eyes stared at me dead on. Jawline tight, looking like he could bite me to death any second. I froze, looking at the doctor in confusion. What's this for? The doctor's face didn't change, tone flat as he asked me: "Which one is your current boyfriend?" Hate this. I hated multiple-choice questions since I was a kid. How would I know? I tentatively pointed to the one on the left. But the doctor repeated: "Current boyfriend." Huh?? Not right? I thought he looked husband material. Then it's the one on the right. "Current boyfriend." The doctor's face darkened, repeating again: "Current boyfriend." Ah? Could it be the one just now? He was just asking again to test if I really recovered my memory. Damn. What a cunning man. I pointed to the left one again. The doctor's face looked even worse: "Current boyfriend." Ah? Still not right? I get it. My current boyfriend isn't in here at all! I'll point at the air. The doctor laughed in anger. Voice gritted through teeth. "Current. Boy. Friend." Not good. Looking at his expression. My current boyfriend should be in this room. So who is it? I scanned the three of them from left to right. Could it be... Could it be... I hesitated, then finally pointed shakily to him in the middle. The doctor took off his mask. Smiled eerily: "Great job. "Babe, turns out besides me, there are three others." 4 My blood froze. Couldn't believe my ears. There are only three men here. Where's the other one? Waiting somewhere? Whatever. Run first. Feels like if these three team up, they'll kill me. Didn't have time to put on shoes. Climbed the window to run. This is the second floor. Jumping down shouldn't kill me. I moved super fast. While the three were stunned. Half my butt was already out the window. A convertible was parked downstairs. Owner unknown. Keys still in the ignition. This is a getaway artifact. Heaven helps me! I jump! Just then. A bullet comment flashed before my eyes: [The vicious female lead is finally going offline. Jump quickly so you can be caught by the fourth yandere male lead, locked in a dark room, and tortured to death.] [Sigh, really want to see the day the vicious female lead gets revenge from four male leads. Who told her to do so much evil! If not for her, our sister would be living a happy life as the group favorite.] Wait. Why didn't you say so earlier? I f*cking jumped already. 5 Wind whistled in my ears. I watched helplessly as I fell towards the convertible mid-air. Good news: Landed safely in the seat. Bad news: Caught. Wrist grabbed by a cold, strong hand. I turned back, meeting a man's face that appeared out of nowhere. The man's complexion was an unnatural pale. Right now, he was looking up at me with a fake smile. I wanted to open the door and flee, but his arms clamped me tight. "Caught you." I looked up in despair. At the window upstairs, three faces appeared side by side. Dr. Zhou ran downstairs frantically. Suit guy frowned, eyes behind glasses cold. Racer guy cursed "f*ck." Propped on the window frame, ready to jump. And the man holding me, Leo. Seemed not to see the chaos upstairs. He gently placed me in the passenger seat, leaning over to buckle my seatbelt. In the gap of leaning over. He mischievously bit my collarbone lightly. I shuddered in fear. "Let's go home." He started the engine. The convertible top closed slowly. Completely isolating the three gazes from upstairs that could almost burn through the roof. 6 I was taken to a bedroom carpeted with soft rugs, warm tones everywhere. "You liked it here best before." Leo stood at the door, backlit, silhouette blurred. "Rest well, I'll call you for dinner." The door closed gently. Not locked. I tried the handle, it opened. Yo, guarding me so loosely? Then I can run. Holding my breath, tiptoeing downstairs. The main door was right there. Just the last step. I rushed forward excitedly. But crashed unprepared into a hard chest. Leo's voice was nice. But the tone was eerily gentle. "No more running, Sister. "You said you'd stay with me until my sickness was cured." I was confused: "What sickness? "I don't know, bro, I have amnesia. "Let bygones be bygones, pretend nothing happened." [I have a mouth, let me say it! Vicious female lead, to prevent Leo and the heroine from sparking, you pretended to be a psychologist, claiming you could cure Leo's skin hunger.] [Afraid Leo would see through it, you spent months sleeplessly studying psychology and got a practicing license.] Holy crap. Self. With this dedication, what couldn't you achieve? Did you have to focus on stealing men? Unexpectedly, Leo's eyes reddened instantly. His tears fell like pearls. Help. Can't stand men crying. What should I do now? "Don't cry, cry again and we're done." My mouth was fast. Just thought of this scumbag line. Said it the next second. Resulting in Leo crying harder. He bit his lip hard. Red eyes glaring at me. Looking so wronged. I decided to take advantage of his breakdown. Open the door and slip. But he reacted faster. World spinning. I was swept up in a princess carry, firmly on his shoulder. I pounded his back: "What are you doing! Put me down!" Struggling: "What do you want! Let me go!" "No." His voice muffled: "I'm having an episode, treat me." Only then did I notice. For some reason, his whole body was trembling slightly. I took the chance to make demands: "Will you let me go after treatment?" He laughed self-deprecatingly. Eyelashes wet again with tears. Pitifully broken: "I knew it, you must like someone else. "Fine... I promise you."
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