Room 508, still arranged just like before.
It seemed as if time had become disordered.
Familiar environment, familiar scene.
Amanda Jenkins was in a state of stunned haziness, as if she were drunk, muddling past and present.
It wasn't until Lucas Griffin's kisses came raining down that she suddenly snapped back to reality, and pushed against his chest with both hands, "Lucas, weren't you going to discuss cooperation with friends?"
"Shh..." Lucas Griffin pressed a finger gently against her lips, "Don't talk, let's go back to the past and have a regret-free encounter."
"Stop it, let me see where you're hurt," Amanda sat up, turning her gaze up, down, left, and right over Lucas's body, frowning in anxiety, "Where are you hurt exactly?"
Raising her eyes to meet Lucas's, she saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be laughing but not really.
"Lucas!" Amanda was getting anxious, "Do you have any idea how worried I am? Are you injured or not?"