Chapter 2524: Non-human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia After 15

The rest room door was knocked.

From outside the door came a subordinate's slightly concerned voice, "Assistant Liang? Are you resting? The meeting this afternoon starts in fifteen minutes."

It turned out the lunch break was almost over.

Liang Yanzhe's position was sufficient to have a private rest room, but the soundproofing was obviously ordinary.

The voice from outside came in clearly.

Liang Yanzhe jolted all over, every sense instantly tensing to the extreme.

He instinctively wanted to get up, to respond, but was suppressed even more tightly by the heavy, unscrupulous mist covering him.

Jin Chen also heard the voice.

But he did not retreat; instead he felt the human beneath him trembling and tensing more violently, finding it……even more delicious.

A strand of mist even took the opportunity to slip into Liang Yanzhe's slightly opened mouth as he tried to breathe, blocking any possible response he might make.

Liang Yanzhe's pupils dilated slightly; the sensation of mist invading his throat made him gag, tears welling at the corners of his eyes, his vision becoming blurred, utterly unable to utter a word.

The subordinate outside seemed a little doubtful and knocked twice more.

"Assistant Liang, are you alright?"

At the same time, the phone screen on the bedside table lit up and buzzed with vibration—a call coming directly from the subordinate.

The phone was less than ten centimeters from Liang Yanzhe's bound fingers; the screen's light illuminated his face, flushed with an abnormal red, yet powerless to struggle.

But he couldn't move a single finger freely.

Jin Chen was annoyed by the continuous voice outside and the phone's vibration.

A clump of mist split off, directly enveloping the phone; the vibration sound was instantly muffled, becoming dull and distant.

Meanwhile outside, the sound of the door handle being gently turned to test could be heard.

At this moment Liang Yanzhe's whole body was tensed to the extreme; every inch of muscle strained silently, yet was completely constricted and suppressed by an invisible yet powerful force upon him.

Shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen—everywhere tightly wrapped and pressed—left increasingly clear bruises on his fair skin.

All his nerves were screaming wildly, swept by an ultimate, cliff‑edge trembling sensation.

Liang Yanzhe unconsciously tugged at the sheet beneath him; in the motion his elbow knocked over the forgotten cup of water on the bedside table.

The glass cup fell onto the carpet, making a muffled sound; the water quickly spread, and at the same moment Liang Yanzhe's body shuddered violently, the area under the blanket suddenly becoming hot and damp, soaking the fabric and also wetting the icy mist clinging to him.

Jin Chen hummed thoughtfully, full of curiosity.

He tentatively moved the mist stained with that warm dampness before him and sensed it.

"It smells wonderful," he praised sincerely, "my wife, you are so delicious."

The wife's unique scent made his mood incredibly pleasant, and the power suppressing Liang Yanzhe unconsciously relaxed a little.

Liang Yanzhe had only scattered fragments of consciousness left.

He paused a moment, his remaining sanity desperately reminding him that this was still the office, with someone outside……

"Jin Chen…" he finally, as Jin Chen wished, squeezed out from deep in his throat a voice pushed to the limit, faintly sobbing, low and soft, even voluntarily calling his name.

He painfully, extremely slowly moved his newly freed fingers, lightly touching the mist covering him, even rubbing his hot cheek against the cool sensation; his voice broke off, threadbare.

"You……could you, be a bit more obedient……"

"Go back……continue, okay?"

Liang Yanzhe almost exhausted his last strength, making a coaxing plea, "Home……do as you wish."

Jin Chen felt the rare initiative of closeness and promise, his pleasure peaking.

"Good." He agreed readily, the entwining mist began to loosen gradually, withdrawing, and even thoughtfully rolled the fallen cup back onto the bedside table with mist.

Although the water had all spilled out.

Immediately afterward it absorbed the water stain on the carpet.

The pressure suddenly vanished; Liang Yanzhe went limp on the bed, panting rapidly, his whole body like just being fished out of water, his forehead hair damp and sticking to his brow, his eyes still holding undried wateriness and a dazed look.

He rested a few minutes before barely managing to prop up his weakened body and sit up.

The rest room's wardrobe was stocked with the suits he often changed into.

Liang Yanzhe took out clean clothes and entered the built‑in washroom.

He repeatedly splashed cold water on his face, looking in the mirror at himself with crimson eye corners, swollen lips, and faint red marks on his neck; Liang Yanzhe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, quickly changed into fresh clothes, and carefully hid all signs of disarray beneath his neat suit.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +6, total 21!】

Liang Yanzhe opened the rest room door and stepped out; aside from a paler complexion than usual and a gait slightly weakened in a hardly noticeable way, he appeared normal.

The subordinate waiting outside asked concernedly, "Assistant Liang, are you alright? I just heard some noise from inside……"

Liang Yanzhe adjusted his glasses, his voice returned to its usual calm blandness, "Nothing, just a headache; I accidentally knocked over the cup."

He rubbed his temples, "Old problem."

The subordinate nodded in understanding, knowing that Assistant Liang occasionally got migraines, so he didn't press further and hurriedly reported the preparations for the afternoon meeting.

Liang Yanzhe sat behind his desk, pretending not to see the black mist gathered at the back of his neck.

While listening to his subordinates' report, he unconsciously pressed his legs together.

The suit pants' fabric rubbed against the skin, sending a strange, deep-seated, addictive subtle tremor.

Only he himself knows that some things, once forcibly opened, can never be restored.