22-year-old Chi Yuesheng transmigrated to age 24. When she opened her eyes, she was in a strange big bed, having lost two years of life for no reason, and was nestled in the arms of a soft, warm, fragrant stranger. The woman's beautiful eyes were half-closed, voluptuous and graceful, every breath full of charm. Chi Yuesheng's pupils shook. Chi Yuesheng tested: "Wife?" The woman smiled, pushed against her shoulder, and gently but ruthlessly shoved her off the bed. Later, she learned that the woman was called Qing Ye, not her wife, just a casual bedmate. Chi Yuesheng pretended not to care, but secretly paid close attention to the woman, using small tricks to get closer to her. Coincidentally, her biological elder sister and legal mother, Chi Yeying, after being single for many years, suddenly announced she was getting married? And it was said the other party was a young woman? How many stories of love at first sight could there be? Definitely up to no good, Chi Yuesheng thought. ... But she asked, wasn't this woman, who was smiling warmly, gentle and affectionate, and claiming to be her stepmother, exactly the same as Qing Ye? Chi Yeying: "You're meeting for the first time, right? This is your future mother, Qing Ye." Oh, what a coincidence, even the name is the same. Chi Yuesheng: "Mm, first meeting." She let the other's foot, like a boneless snake, climb up her legs under the table. Escape might be shameful, but it was useful. That night, she packed her things and fled overnight, leaving the absurd home. She didn't get far before she was cornered in a hotel. Qing Ye's gentle expression was now frighteningly unfamiliar. "Why run? Are you trying to abandon me?" "If you dare run again, I'll lock you up." Should be mutual top, leaning towards bottom. Qing Ye and the elder sister have always been friends; the marriage agreement was just a verbal promise, so there are no ethical issues.