Yin Feng smiled and began licking her palm. This time, she exerted force and pushed him away. Yin Feng took two steps back, his eyes turbulent. You Mingxu’s face was still flushed, her hair disheveled. Under his gaze, heavy with ambiguous desire, she fastened her police uniform, straightened her clothes and hair, and said calmly, “A kiss, mutual satisfaction—that’s enough. Don’t overthink it.”
Yin Feng was suddenly speechless.
For so many years, this was the first time he had been used by a woman and then cast aside.
“Is that how you see me?” he asked coldly.
You Mingxu chuckled, walked to the table, sat down, and speared a piece of fruit to toss into her mouth. “Then what do you expect from me?”
Look, just look at her choice of words—"expect."
Suppressing his anger, Yin Feng also sat down and said, “You Mingxu, he needs you.”
You Mingxu looked at him.
He said, “The You Yingjun inside me—he can’t live without you.”
The night was quiet, the starlight silent.
You Mingxu gazed into his eyes—dark, clear, and unfathomable. When this man looked at you so quietly, for a moment, he seemed like Yin Feng, yet also like You Yingjun.
You Mingxu asked, “What exactly do you want?”
Yin Feng’s hand reached over, his long, slender fingers stopping beside hers. Instead of holding her hand, he curled his index finger and gently, repeatedly stroked the back of her hand. “No one can predict the future. For now, come back to my side.”
Let me have you, let me be satisfied.
Let me see clearly where my heart truly wants to go.
You Mingxu allowed him to tease her like this and smiled faintly. “It’s not impossible for you to come back to me.”
Yin Feng frowned slightly—this woman!
You Mingxu grabbed his finger in return, and Yin Feng’s heart actually trembled. The soft, delicate touch of her fingertips stirred another wave of unbearable excitement within him.
She toyed with his finger and said, “Unless you remember everything.”
Yin Feng gripped her hand tightly. “Aren’t you making things difficult? What if I never remember? You Mingxu, some things are stored in the subconscious, deep within the Soul. Memories are just superficial; there’s no need to force them. Do you understand?”
You Mingxu was silent for a long while before replying, “Maybe.”
But I still want You Yingjun.
“Fine, I’ll compromise.” She tugged at the corner of her mouth. “If you can remember what you said to me on the day we got together, I’ll be with you.”
Yin Feng looked at her indifferent expression and considered the frequency of memory flashes he’d been experiencing lately. Feeling confident, he nodded. “Alright. But I also have a condition.”
You Mingxu glanced at him. “What gives you the right to set conditions? You think you can break up or reconcile as you please?”
The muscles in Yin Feng’s jaw twitched, but he smiled instead. “Alright, it was my fault before. Don’t be angry anymore. My request is actually quite reasonable. You want me to regain my memories, and so do I. But the human memory system often needs key triggers to awaken. Without a doubt, you are that key trigger. So from now on… spend more time with me. Whether it’s working on cases together or having meals like today, do more of the things we used to do. Don’t be so hostile toward me. I think it’ll help me recover faster. Do me this favor, and do You Yingjun this favor too. Alright?”You Mingxu fell silent for a few seconds, sighed deeply in her heart, and said, "Alright."
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