He caught a strand of her falling hair, tucked it back onto her shoulder, and said, “I had planned to make proper arrangements for you later, but you seem rather impatient. There’s nothing that can’t be said. I’ve seen the doctor’s report.

The blood clot in my brain has mostly dispersed, but I’m not fully recovered. There’s still a risk of cerebral hemorrhage at any time, though there’s also a chance for better recovery. Right now, the last thing I remember is attending the launch ceremony for my movie ‘Heart Hunter’ a year and a half ago.”

A thunderous sensation struck You Mingxu’s heart as she slowly straightened up, creating distance between them. The man caught every nuance of her expression, smiling enigmatically while maintaining his cold, detached demeanor.

The bitterness in You Mingxu’s chest spread further, and she found it all ironically amusing. She released a slow breath, not looking at him, and said self-mockingly, “You must be heaven’s debt collector, sent to settle accounts with me, huh?”

Yin Feng remained silent.

Even in her disappointment, the woman maintained a stubborn dignity. And in his awakened heart, cold and empty as it was, an unfamiliar feeling of tenderness stirred. He collected himself and said, “Enough. Go home for now. Once I’ve sorted everything out, I’ll contact you.”

You Mingxu looked up at him once.

The woman’s gaze was profound, seemingly mixed with frost yet concealing turbulent emotions. Yin Feng’s eyes remained deep and unmoved.

You Mingxu gave a derisive laugh and stood to leave.

Yin Feng raised his hand to press his forehead. For some reason, a trace of agitation welled up in his heart. Had his period of memory loss somehow made his emotions richer than before?

Just then.

You Mingxu stopped at the door. She turned around, her expression cold, staring directly at him as she walked back.

Yin Feng remained impassive.

You Mingxu pressed down on one of his shoulders, and her lips descended upon his. Even Yin Feng was momentarily stunned. Then, her cool, wild tongue slipped into his mouth. Before Yin Feng could form any thoughts, that sweet, electrifying, intensely trembling sensation exploded between their intertwined tongues. It was a completely uncontrollable feeling, one no woman had ever given him before. Not just his tongue and breath trembled with her invasion, but the heart in his chest as well. His entire body, his entire soul, seemed to be ignited by this kiss—it was an ultimate satisfaction and pleasure that defied description.

You Mingxu’s tongue teased relentlessly, and seeming to sense his response, the hand on his shoulder caressed gently; her other hand touched his face with the lightest, most tantalizing touch. Yin Feng’s entire body tensed under her kisses and caresses, his throat growing dry.

Then he heard her give a light, neither warm nor cold laugh. Yin Feng captured her tongue firmly, making her gasp slightly. Then he felt her pulling back, her hands pushing against his shoulders, trying to end the kiss.

Yin Feng wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto the bed, pinning her down.

You Mingxu stared up at him, her gaze cryptic, chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

Yin Feng’s fingers gripped the soft flesh at her waist, slowly stroking back and forth. His tall frame of over 1.8 meters completely covered her. He asked softly, “Is this how badly you want me?”

The woman’s response was to grasp his chin with two fingers:

“Stop talking nonsense. Does any of this feel familiar now? This is how I used to kiss you.”