o loved one after another!The woman he loves is "Man Xue"!So, no matter how Tong Yimò's soft hands caressed him, he remained perfectly composed, a gentleman unruffled by such advances.Tong Yi Mo's eye...She picked up the garment from the inside with her fingertips, took a deep breath and put it on anyway.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror, but instead dove straight under the covers and wrapped herself tightly.

In the room, she also turned off the lights.

Tong Yimo closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep at all.

Until the wooden door of the room creaked open, followed by the sound of light footsteps, the rustling of clothes being taken from a wardrobe, and the sound of running water from a shower.

After all the sounds had vanished, a man's breathing could be heard from the bed in the next room.

Tong Yimo couldn't sleep. She got out of bed, barefoot, and lifted the beaded curtain. Tiptoeing to the bedside, she...

Just as she leaned in toward the man, the next second, Leng Yechen suddenly moved swiftly and grabbed her neck.

"Who" he barked, his grip suddenly tightening.

Tong Yimo uttered in pain, "It hurts."

This scene, too, feels hauntingly familiar.

A ripple stirred within her heart, as if something had disturbed the placid lake of her soul.

In the cold night, a faint light flickered in his eyes. He immediately released his grip and flipped the switch beside the bed.

The room was suddenly illuminated.

Tong Yimo rubbed her neck in pain, she had just almost been twisted to the point of breaking by him.

But at this moment, he remained utterly silent.

Leng Ye Chen looked at Tong Yi Mo, his eyes glazed over.

Under the black silk suspender dress, lay a hazy flesh-toned figure.

The lower abdomen is covered with a piece of black fabric shaped like an inverted triangle, along with two black ribbons that wind around the hips.

And upwards from the abdomen, the curve is graceful, two points and three lines, with a unique charm.

Tong Yi Mo saw Leng Ye sink his eyes, staring at her intently. She instinctively raised her hand and waved it in front of him.

"Big brother, are you alright Did I scare you"

Tong Yimo's words brought Leng Yechen's thoughts back.

He reached out to her, but froze mid-air.

Tong Yimo smiled faintly, closed her eyes, and took the initiative to lean forward, kissing Leng Yeshen's tightly pursed thin lips.

"Yǐ Mò, what you're doing is very dangerous, do you know that" Leng Yè closed his eyes, frowning.

Tong Yimo saw him move his gaze away from her and then leaned in to kiss his lips.

Her hints have been obvious enough.

Maybe he decided to stop holding back.

His hand, frozen in mid-air, suddenly enveloped her, his handsome face approaching hers. His lips covered hers without warning.

The atmosphere in the room changed subtly, and an ambiguous mood suddenly enveloped the two of them.

Unknowingly, he started to attack her pearly teeth, then wantonly rolled his tongue over hers.

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He began with a forceful kiss, which then gradually softened, even with a hint of possessiveness, but he didn't hurt her. There was just an eagerness that had been suppressed for too long, finally able to be satisfied.

The air around feels increasingly dry, as if it's about to ignite.

"Yimò, you're so beautiful..." Leng Yè's voice was a low murmur in her ear, "I want you so much..."

Tong Yimo half-closed her bright eyes, a hint of confusion in them. Her hands, because of his ambiguous invitation, slowly circled his neck.

As his kisses deepened, she wrapped her hands around his shoulders, slowly tightening her grip on his shirt.

It's been half a year...

He hadn't tasted her sweet and soft fragrance in half a year.

During the days he thought she was dead, he truly didn't know how he got through them. An unprecedented sense of emptiness and heart-wrenching pain constantly gnawed at his body and soul.

Sometimes, he lived like a walking corpse, with a face full of stubble, smoking a cigar while thinking about revenge, thus numbing the emptiness, loneliness and unbearable pain in his heart.

He actually regretted it...

There is no medicine for regret in this world.

"Yimò, do you still love me" Suddenly, Leng Yèchen humbly asked this question.

Tong Yimo suddenly opened her eyes, locking gazes with his pair of obsidian eyes that had taken on a gloom at some point.

Pitying and heartbreaking.

"Big brother, can you tell me, what is love" Tong Yimo questioned, puzzled.

What is love

It seems like nobody has ever taught her.

At least Aunt Pei hadn't taught that in the lab.

Cold Night held Tong Yimo in his lap, but he didn't make any further moves.

He was finally completely sober.

Because, the one he loved, Yi Mo, is truly dead.

This is not just amnesia, but that Mo already isn't the Mo he used to love.

Cold Night couldn't express this feeling, nor could he describe the knot in his heart with words.

This body was indeed fragile, but within this body, there seemed to be another soul residing, one that felt utterly foreign to him.

Cold Night Cen carried Tong Yi Mo back to the big bed and tucked her in.

"Goodnight," he uttered, his words soft yet tinged with melancholy.

Tong Yimo watched the sadness in Leng Yechen's eyes, watched him turn and leave in a daze, her heart was also a mess of tangled emotions.

Cold Night plunged into the night and didn't return to sleep.

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