"On top."
After saying this, You Mingxu looked into his dark eyes and actually felt a trace of embarrassment.
At this moment, those were no longer a boy's eyes, but a man's eyes filled with laughter and desire. He whispered, "A Xu has injuries on her back. Lie still and don't move."
You Mingxu chuckled lightly and said, "It's nothing serious."
His hand had already slid downward, causing her whole body to tense up. She never expected that in their first encounter, she would end up at a disadvantage. Thinking to herself that this was her first time engaging in battle while injured, she could only be pinned down—what a bargain for him.
Yin Feng whispered, "A Xu, I'm very skilled. You need to be prepared. I've been holding back for a long time. Today, I won't come down until I've made you feel ecstatic."
You Mingxu: "..."
If other men said such things, it would probably be boasting or deliberate dirty talk. But he wasn't like that—he was completely serious.
Suppressing the intense shame and agitation in her heart, You Mingxu's tone turned cold: "Hmm, of course you're skilled. You're an old hand, after all."
Yin Feng knew he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly explained, "No, the past has nothing to do with me. I just feel like I should be very skilled."
You Mingxu: "How do you know?"
Yin Feng lowered his head and glanced downward.
You Mingxu followed his gaze and, unable to hold back, laughed. He laughed too, feeling that he had never been this happy since waking up in Tibet.
The foreplay alone nearly drove You Mingxu insane. Yin Feng's performance in bed was both beyond You Mingxu's expectations and yet made perfect sense. Or perhaps, after all this time, he was no longer the man she had once pinned down and dominated in the car. He was truly fierce, full of vigor, his eyes dark and intense, trying all sorts of methods without You Mingxu having to worry about a thing... Sometimes, when he went too far and she felt unhappy, wanting to push him away, he would suddenly grab her elbow and press her back onto the bed.
You Mingxu widened her eyes: "How dare you rebel!"
"I've long said I wanted to rebel against you," he replied, his movements never stopping.
"..."
Perhaps he had really been holding back for too long, or maybe his nature was just too stubborn, but his onslaught was fierce. By the time they were about to get down to business, You Mingxu felt as though half her life had been drained away, panting heavily.
His shirt and trousers had long since been discarded at some point, and he held her tightly under the covers, saying, "A Xu, I'm going inside you now."
You Mingxu's heart trembled, and with a mischievous tone, she blurted out, "Do you know it's not like peeing now?"
He stared at her and said, "That day... after you said you wouldn't let me do it, I looked it up. I understand everything now."
You Mingxu blinked and casually looked away.
He began to move slowly, and You Mingxu's breath hitched. Soon, she let out a muffled groan, unable to control the sounds in her throat. But at times like this, he turned out to be the silent type, only his movements growing increasingly fierce. You Mingxu cursed, "Are you trying to kill me?"
Yin Feng blinked, a drop of sweat rolling down his sharply defined cheek and landing on her body. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, and said hoarsely, "A Xu, this is punishment. You bullied me when I was foolish, and Gu Tiancheng bullied me too. Every time I remember... I wish I could kill him with my own hands. From now on, you're mine. No one else is allowed to touch you except me."Such foolish and obsessive words, however, stirred waves of tenderness in You Mingxu's heart. She gently touched his face and said, "Yin Feng, from now on, you are also mine. Whether you regain your memories or not in the future, if you so much as glance at another woman, I'll break your legs; if you dare to touch another woman, I'll castrate you."
Yin Feng laughed, "No problem, absolutely no problem. A Xu, call me Yingjun."
You Mingxu paused for a moment, then chuckled during such a deeply emotional and fiery moment, "Alright, Yingjun, You Yingjun."
He smiled too, his cheek pressed against hers. The two clung tightly to each other, their hearts surging with emotion.
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Because You Mingxu was still injured, Yin Feng ultimately held back completely. After two rounds, he simply held her close, whispering intimately. By noon, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
After all, he was the one exerting himself, and soon his breathing became even and steady. You Mingxu, her bones feeling utterly melted from his efforts, found herself unable to sleep. She gazed into the dim room for a while, then looked at him.
He now seemed like a man caught somewhere between the original You Yingjun and Yin Feng—You Mingxu thought this random thought.
He still preferred sleeping on his stomach, but insisted on tucking one arm under her head while firmly wrapping the other around her waist. In his sleep, the exuberant and naive expressions were gone from his face, leaving only the appearance of a handsome young man. You Mingxu traced her fingers lightly over his features, feeling both the irrepressible joy of mutual affection and an unspoken, lingering unease she couldn't share with anyone, especially him.
Finally, she pressed her cheek against his and curled up in the arms of this younger man, falling into a peaceful sleep.
When Yin Feng woke, it was already dark outside. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw her. Unlike her usual unrestrained posture, she was curled into a ball, her hair spilling across his arm. Yin Feng watched her for a while, feeling an uncontrollable tenderness welling up in his heart. He tightened his embrace and gazed out the window at the dim twilight, smiling foolishly to himself.
How could she be so wonderful? he thought with a pang of emotion. Even though his mind was still only half-functional, she was willing to be with him. He was no longer alone, and he felt truly, deeply content. He would cherish her, accompany her, and protect her for the rest of his life, always putting himself on the front line for her.
Even if he regained his intellect and memories in the future, he would never change his heart, nor would he allow her to change hers. He and A Xu would be together every day, every month, every year, for their entire lives.
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A few days later, You Mingxu returned to the task force, with Yin Feng naturally following along.
Recently, the task force had been busy with two main tasks: wrapping up the case—interrogating Deng Yao and his son, verifying the identities of all the victims, confirming the criminal facts, and bringing the true culprits to justice.
The discovery of multiple sets of skeletal remains in the Deng family's courtyard sent chills down the spines of all the officers. According to the confessions of Deng Yao and his son, over the past year, aside from the first victim, Zhao Feier, Deng Yao had also abducted three other women from the streets late at night.
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From a young age, Deng Yao had never been a clever child. In his memory, home was an endless expanse of meat and blood, the sound of a cleaver falling, and the grinding of knives late at night. He detested the pervasive smell of blood, yet from a very young age, he had to help his parents carry things, scrub surfaces, and chop meat. If he showed even the slightest resistance, he would be brutally beaten.None of the children wanted to play with him, disliking him for being dirty and smelly. At first, he would just stand silently to the side, watching them with longing. Later, he grew taller, stronger, and more powerful than all of them. If anyone provoked him, he would immediately throw a punch. After that, even fewer people paid him any attention.
His mother had a fierce temperament and would either beat or scold both him and his father. When Deng Yao was young and made mistakes, his mother often punished him by making him stand naked under the eaves, exposed to the cold wind, with snot and tears streaming down his face. At that time, his mother wasn't paralyzed yet. Sometimes she would walk past him, laugh, and make crude jokes, mocking his genitals. Deng Yao listened in a daze, not feeling any clear sense of shame or any other emotion. But from that time on, a vague, inexplicable worry always lingered in his heart, though he didn't know what it was for.
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