He tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, smoothing it over her shoulder, and said, "I originally intended to make proper arrangements for you afterward, but you seem quite impatient. Actually, there’s nothing I can’t tell you. I’ve seen the doctor’s report. The blood clot in my brain has mostly dissipated, but I’m not fully recovered yet. There’s still a risk of cerebral hemorrhage at any time, though it’s also possible I’ll recover even further. Right now, the last thing I remember is attending the launch event for my film Heart Hunter a year and a half ago."
You Mingxu’s heart seemed to drop with a thud. She slowly straightened up, putting some distance between them. The man took in every nuance of her reaction, his lips curling into an ambiguous smile as he maintained his detached, observant stance.
The ache in You Mingxu’s chest swelled, and she could only feel the bitter irony of it all. She let out a slow breath, avoiding his gaze, and muttered self-mockingly, "Are you some kind of debt collector sent by the heavens to torment me?"
Yin Feng remained silent.
Even in her disappointment, the woman’s posture remained defiant. And in the arid coldness of his heart since waking, an unfamiliar sense of pity unexpectedly stirred. Collecting himself, he said, "Enough. Go back for now. Once I’ve sorted everything out, I’ll contact you again."
You Mingxu lifted her eyes to meet his.
Her gaze was profound, as if laced with frost, yet also concealing a turbulent, ambiguous affection. Yin Feng’s dark eyes remained unreadable and unmoved.
You Mingxu let out a derisive laugh, stood up, and headed for the door.
Yin Feng raised a hand to press against his forehead. For some reason, a flicker of restlessness surged within him. Had his mind, during its impaired state, somehow made his emotions more volatile than before?
Just then.
You Mingxu paused at the doorway. She turned back, her expression icy, and fixed her gaze on him as she strode purposefully toward him again.
Yin Feng remained impassive.
You Mingxu pressed a hand to his shoulder and brought her lips down on his. Even Yin Feng was caught off guard for a moment. Then, her cool, wild tongue slipped into his mouth. Before he could form a single thought, the intoxicating, electrifying, and utterly overwhelming sensation exploded between their entangled lips and tongues. It was a feeling beyond control, unlike anything any woman had ever stirred in him. As her invasion sent tremors through him, it wasn’t just his tongue, his breath, but the very heart in his chest that quivered. His entire body, his entire Soul, seemed set ablaze by this kiss—an indescribable, ultimate satisfaction and pleasure.
You Mingxu’s tongue was provocatively skillful, as if sensing his response. The hand on his shoulder began to gently caress, while her other hand cupped his face, tracing light, teasing touches. Yin Feng grew taut under her kisses and caresses, his throat drying.
Then, he heard her let out a soft, ambiguous chuckle. In response, he captured her tongue firmly, drawing a faint gasp from her. Sensing her attempt to pull away, her hand pushing against his shoulder to end the kiss, Yin Feng wrapped an arm around her waist, flipped her over, and pinned her beneath him on the bed.
You Mingxu looked up at him, her gaze inscrutable, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a flush coloring her cheeks.
Yin Feng’s fingers tightened on the soft flesh of her waist, stroking slowly and deliberately. His tall frame completely enveloped hers. He asked softly, "Do you want me this badly?"
In response, the woman pinched his chin with two fingers."Enough nonsense. Does this feel familiar now? This is how I used to kiss you."
Author's Note:
Everyone, please don't get too worked up. Hear me out before drinking this bowl of cliché drama. Logically speaking, You Yingjun and Yin Feng exhibit two distinct personalities. The merging of memories between two personalities takes time. From a psychological perspective, it would be unreasonable for Yin Feng to immediately possess and accept all memories and emotions upon waking up—this requires a process. But rest assured, while mistreating your lover brings momentary satisfaction, winning them back will be like walking through a funeral pyre.
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