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His movements seemed somewhat stiff and clumsy. With his back to Qiao Xinxin, he lowered his head slightly, looking at the gaps in the tiles on the floor, and didn't say anything more, as if he was trying his best to hide some strange emotion.

Qiao Xinxin walked over and picked up the shower head hanging on the wall.

She first turned on the shower and carefully tested the water temperature with the back of her hand. After confirming that the water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, she took the showerhead and carefully avoided the bandaged wound on his right shoulder, gently rinsing his back and left shoulder.

Warm water trickled down his strong muscles.

Qiao Xinxin turned off the shower and reached for the new bottle of shower gel on the shelf next to her. She squeezed some milky white liquid into her palm, rubbed her hands together, and vigorously created rich and delicate foam.

Then, she gently placed her foam-covered hands on his broad shoulders and back.

Her hands were soft and small. When her palms touched his hot, hard skin, both of them involuntarily stiffened slightly.

Qiao Xinxin carefully avoided the edges of the gauze, and slowly rubbed his back with both hands, spreading the fine foam evenly.

The bathroom was very quiet, with only the "drip-drop" of water falling on the floor and the soft "rustling" of foam being lathered. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of shower gel, creating an atmosphere that was somewhat ambiguous and alluring.

Qiao Xinxin's fingertips slowly massaged upwards along his spine.

As her fingers slid down to his left shoulder blade, they were rubbing in circles.

suddenly!

Her fingertips touched a patch of skin with remarkable sensitivity.

The texture of that skin was noticeably different from the smooth, firm muscles around it; it had a slightly different, unique texture.

Qiao Xinxin paused for a moment, then subconsciously stopped what she was doing.

She leaned closer, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and gently brushed away the layer of white foam covering the skin with her fingers. The warm yellow light of the bathroom shone down, revealing a dark red birthmark prominently displayed on Lu Baizhou's broad left shoulder blade!

The birthmark was very dark in color and had a rather unusual shape.

The moment Qiao Xinxin saw the birthmark, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck her mind!

She remembered!

That crazy, pitch-black night, those chaotic and unbearable images catalyzed by toxic drugs, flooded her mind like a burst dam.

On that large bed in the guesthouse, in a state of extreme heat and confusion, her hands had roamed aimlessly over the burning hot male body. She clearly remembered that in the darkness, her fingers had repeatedly caressed a patch of skin with a distinctive texture on the man's left shoulder blade…

That's definitely not an illusion!

The sensation of touch in the darkness that night was exactly the same as the feeling she was experiencing at her fingertips now! A perfect match!

Now, she remembers everything.

Qiao Xinxin's breathing suddenly became rapid, her chest heaving violently. Those fragments of memory that she couldn't recall before, those details that felt familiar yet elusive, were now being pieced together seamlessly by an invisible hand.

Later, after she lived in the Bai family home and gradually became familiar with Lu Baizhou, she always felt that his aura, his figure, and even his occasional unintentional glances gave her a sense of déjà vu.

She always felt like she had forgotten something extremely important, but every time she tried to say it or the thought flashed through her mind, she couldn't remember what it was.

It turns out that what she had forgotten, what she had been ignoring all along, was this very thing!

That chaotic night spent in the guesthouse, the woman who was drugged, the man who lost her innocence in a daze after transmigrating, the man who entangled with her in the darkness...

It wasn't some stranger passing by at all; it was the man who was sitting obediently on the blue plastic stool, shirtless and with his back to her, letting her wash him—Lu Baizhou!

Qiao Xinxin's hand remained frozen on the dark red birthmark, not moving an inch.

She felt a buzzing in her head, as if hundreds of bees were frantically flying and colliding inside. It was as if a bomb had exploded in an instant, with a loud "boom," sending all the scattered fragments of her memory flying everywhere.

The fragments spun and intertwined in the air, eventually piecing together a scene she had never dared to imagine before, one that she found utterly absurd:

That night at the guesthouse.

Her first night after she traveled through time.

The man who was pinned down by her, unable to resist.

He let out low groans in the darkness, utterly defenseless against her kisses, unable to utter a complete sentence. Her haphazard hands roamed over him, igniting passions everywhere.

Unfortunately, when she woke up the next morning, her mind was too chaotic, and she had run too fast. Like a thief, she fled the room in a panic, not even daring to get a good look at the man's face. She only remembered a broad and blurry outline of him in the corner of her eye during her frantic escape.

However, she still vividly remembers the feel of that body!

Those muscles, as firm as steel, that body heat so intense it seemed to burn, and the astonishing power contained beneath the muscle fibers, as if it could erupt at any moment...

When she first saw Lu Baizhou wearing a vest at the entrance of the men's bathhouse, she always felt that his physique had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. But at the time, her mind was full of thoughts about how to survive in the 1980s and how to deal with the Qiao family, so she didn't think about it in that way at all.

Now she knows everything!

"Xin Xin?"

Lu Baizhou's deep voice, tinged with a hint of doubt, suddenly came from the front, interrupting Qiao Xinxin's chaotic thoughts.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you washing?" Lu Baizhou turned his head slightly, wanting to look at her, but he was afraid of aggravating his wound, so he could only keep his back to her.

Qiao Xinxin did not answer him immediately.

She stared intently at the dark red birthmark for several seconds, and then another scene uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

That was when she first came to the military base, at the entrance of the family compound.

She mistook Lu Baizhou for her older brother Bai Zhengyuan, whom she had never met before, and in her excitement, she pounced on him like a koala and hugged him tightly.

She still clearly remembers the expression on Lu Baizhou's face at that time.