Ji Wusheng, a little-known TV host, lived by a rigid routine. Her work hours never changed, her life was meticulously ordered, and she carried herself with cool detachment. Now, however, those calm eyes were filled with confusion as she timidly asked, "Who are you?" Xue Erbai's heart pounded. The feelings she'd hidden for years nearly burst free, but she forced herself to stay composed, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I'm Xue Erbai. Your wife." "The kind who shares your bed." Before their marriage, Ji Wusheng signed on for an all-female travel reality show. Wanting to stay by her side and take care of her, Xue Erbai shamelessly pulled strings and invested her way onto the production team. Taking advantage of Ji Wusheng's amnesia, she coaxed the once-distant, restrained woman into clinging to her day after day with effortless affection. On camera, Ji Wusheng remained poised, cool, and impeccably professional, softening only occasionally as the atmosphere drew her out. No one knew that on stormy nights, she would quietly curl up in Xue Erbai's arms. She trembled with vulnerability, unconsciously clutching at Xue Erbai's hair, indulgent and utterly dependent. Those normally unruffled eyes would darken with jealousy and desire whenever they looked at her, all restraint slipping away. How was anyone supposed not to fall hopelessly in love? Then, just as they reached the height of their intimacy in bed, Ji Wusheng's memories came flooding back. The mist in her eyes had yet to fade before they turned razor-sharp. Without the slightest mercy, she kicked Xue Erbai straight off the bed. Xue Erbai froze. "...?" Panic surged through her. Terrified that Ji Wusheng would remember everything and push her away, she frantically tried to hide all the incriminating things she'd been keeping from her. Before she could move, a powerful hand yanked her back. A voice, husky with irresistible desire, whispered in her ear: "Don't you dare leave."