A fashion queen

"Miss, you are finally awake!" Mo Yunting's voice was full of joy and concern, and his eyes were shining with hope.

The woman's brows were furrowed, her face full of pain. She subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead, feeling the piercing pain. "What's going on with me? My whole body hurts, especially my head..."

"I'm really sorry, you were in a car accident. My driver accidentally hit you." Mo Yunting apologized sincerely.

"Water... give me some water..." Her throat was unbearably dry, and she desperately wanted to moisten it. However, her mind was blank. She couldn't remember how she had escaped that life-threatening car accident. The words reached her lips, but she swallowed them back. At this moment, she just wanted to drink some water to relieve the discomfort.

Mo Yunting hurriedly picked up the cotton swab that had been soaked in water and carefully handed it to her. She took the cotton swab and gently moistened her dry lips with it, then extended her tongue to gently touch the drop of water.

Watching her gentle movements, Mo Yunting suddenly felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, as if an electric current was passing through his body.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it! What the hell is going on? I actually had this reaction to a wounded woman, just because of a simple licking of her lips? Is it because I haven't been close to the opposite sex in too long? Or is there something wrong with my brain? Why would I have this kind of desire for a woman who was just rescued from the brink of death?"

For the past few days, Mo Yunting had barely slept a single moment. Like a loyal night watchman, he remained by the bedside, steadfastly guarding the patient day and night, unable to move. Perhaps it was the sheer exhaustion and strained nerves that had caused him to harbor such unusual hallucinations.

He shook his head vigorously several times, trying to banish those dirty thoughts from his mind. The most important thing now was to quickly contact her relatives and shoulder his ethical and moral responsibilities. He had no intention of shirking this responsibility, but he also didn't want to delay here any longer.

Suppressing the nameless anger in his heart, Mo Yunting said calmly, "Miss, you've been unconscious for three days. There's no information on your body that can prove your identity, so it's difficult to contact your family or friends. That's why I've been taking care of you for the past three days."

The woman looked at him blankly, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of luck: it seemed that she didn't recognize her. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, and she said, "I'm sorry, are you saying that you don't know who I am?"

Mo Yunting frowned, "Miss, of course I don't know who you are?"

"Then why do you still take care of me?"

"Because I was the driver and I hit you, I must take responsibility."

"So you are the culprit?" Ouch, hearing this answer made her head hurt even more and it throbbed violently several times.

So he was the one who hit her. Anyway, she was new to this world and didn't understand many things. This was a good opportunity for her to take advantage of this opportunity to blame him. Although it was not authentic and somewhat against her conscience, but...

"Well, you can say that." Because he was in a hurry, he asked Xiao He to drive fast. If a car accident happened, he would naturally take responsibility. However, looking at her reaction was a bit strange.

Especially her confused eyes, as if she didn't even know who she was...

Ge Di was suddenly startled by the thoughts in his mind, and he looked at the woman in surprise.

"Miss, do you know your name?"

She put on an awkward expression and said, "I can't remember who I am..." She thought to herself, "I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this, but this world is too unfamiliar to me."

Mo Yunting looked at her in astonishment, his cold expression frozen in place.

Did she lose her memory like in those soap operas on TV? And to make matters worse, she had nothing on her to prove her identity.

This collision caused him a lot of trouble.

How is he going to clean up this mess?

When he thought about how he had been looking forward to it for three days, he prayed day and night that God would not take her away, but also not leave such a trouble for him to deal with. How could he deal with a woman who had lost her memory?

He really had a headache. He stroked his forehead with his hand and thought quietly.

He never thought that as an internationally renowned director, he could handle any film, but today he had to admit defeat.

"What's wrong? You seem to be in trouble?" The woman looked at him with innocent eyes.