Chapter 2530: Inhuman: Xiao Chen's Amnesia 21

The black mist stood dazed in place; after a few seconds, it cautiously extended a wisp of mist, ever so lightly touching Liang Yanzhe's fingertips.

Being attacked by the mist, Liang Yanzhe's body trembled slightly.

Having tasted the marrow, he knows the flavor.

But it was too faint, bringing no relief; instead it ignited something inside him.

Liang Yanzhe let out a muffled groan, finally loosening his grip; his fingers fell limp, as if abandoning futile resistance.

The icy mist pressed forward relentlessly.

Jin Chen was elated and encouraged, yet still carried a hint of grievance.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Liang Yanzhe closed his eyes, brows furrowing in endurance, and squeezed out an order from between his teeth: "No talking."

Jin Chen: "……"

"Tsk."

"I won't." His contrarian spirit was ignited.

The recently strengthened power and richer emotional understanding also gave Jin Chen considerably more courage.

The black mist suddenly grew dense, like a black snake come alive, enveloping Liang Yanzhe entirely, flowing about discontentedly and exuding a damp, sticky aura.

"Honey, you've been exceptionally disobedient tonight."

Liang Yanzhe nearly fell off the sofa, drawing a sharp breath.

An almost tearing pain swept over all his senses in an instant.

Even his pupils were stimulated to dilate slightly.

Any struggle against this monster's strength amounted to futile resistance.

He really hurt.

Yet the pain was practically the most wonderful sensation granted to him.

Liang Yanzhe painstakingly raised his hand, plucking the black mist's tendril from his mouth; his fingertips still trembled slightly.

"Get up first."

He said to Jin Chen.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 40!】

Jin Chen paused at the words, then obediently let out an "oh."

The dense black mist slowly peeled away from Liang Yanzhe, yet still split into two or three tendrils that stubbornly wound around his wrist, as if fearing he might flee.

Liang Yanzhe pushed himself up from the sofa, his eyes still clouded with desire and haze; his gaze swept over the fruit platter on the tea table, he reached out and picked up the silver fruit knife, its blade thin and razor‑sharp.

The icy metal touched his fingertips, making them tremble slightly.

Liang Yanzhe lightly drew a line across his forearm.

Crimson blood beads instantly welled from the narrow wound, gathering into a stream that snaked across his pale forearm like a slow‑moving small snake.

In the dim light, it displayed a breathtaking splendor.

Liang Yanzhe lifted his gaze to the frozen black mist, his tone calm, almost as if coaxing.

"Come eat."

The mist rippled.

"Honey, I… I don't need to eat this now."

"Try refusing." Liang Yanzhe interrupted him.

Jin Chen: "……"

Although I don't know what's gotten into my wife tonight, where does this boldness come from?

But for some reason… I feel a bit uneasy.

The mist hesitated, then slowly approached.

It carefully wrapped around the still‑bleeding wound.

But Jin Chen did not act as before; instead, he extremely gently licked away the surface blood, prompting the wound to heal.

Liang Yanzhe, however, furrowed his brows, seeming dissatisfied with this overly gentle treatment.

He raised his hand and pressed above the wound.

Applying slight pressure, the wound that had just shown signs of healing was squeezed out more fresh blood.

Jin Chen was angered by this self‑inflicting act, and a nameless fire surged within him.

The mist condensed, lifted up, and heavily whipped Liang Yanzhe's waist.

"I told you it would hurt—why won't you obey?" Jin Chen said in a low voice.

Liang Yanzhe froze.

The whipped spot on his waist flared with a hot, tingling numbness.

This feeling wasn't unpleasant; rather…

He lowered his eyes, blankly watching himself lose control and vent once more in disarray.

As if he'd been knocked stupid.

Jin Chen snatched the dangerous fruit knife from his hand and flung it far away.

The mist covered the wound, its power seeping in; the injury healed at a visible speed.

He leaned in, and the icy mist lightly brushed Liang Yanzhe's cheek—a kiss.

"Honey, how did you become so foolish… I didn't mean to scold you."

"I just… can't quite control myself."

Liang Yanzhe looked at him, at this mass of mist that was obviously immensely powerful yet now seemed a bit flustered, and suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

The smile lost its usual aloofness, carrying a post-event languor and a sense of brokenness.

Stunningly beautiful.

Liang Yanzhe reached out, actively embracing that chilly mist, burying his flushed cheek in it, his voice hoarse.

Sexy to the point of being deadly.

"It's fine."

He said, "I really like it."

——

Saturday.

Liang Yanzhe sat in the Study handling emails, took a call from Ye Lu that sounded weak, and said he wanted to take five days of sick leave.

Liang Yanzhe quickly approved it, not even listening to Ye Lu's flimsy excuse, and added matter-of-factly, "Weekends don't count toward sick leave, so I'm granting you seven days of paid leave—rest well."

I wish he would just get sick enough to quit.

Ling Gun Gun hurriedly reported to Jin Chen, who was basking in the sun.

【Host, the protagonist has taken leave! But he's surely secretly plotting something!】

【Don't forget that the day after tomorrow is Zhou Chengjun's thirtieth birthday banquet; as a member of the assistant team, he will definitely find a way to attend.】

It flipped through the plot manual again, 【According to this plot's pattern, every banquet must cause trouble; in the original plot, Ye Lu met Zhou Chengjun again at a banquet, and this time it blew up so much that he almost collided with Zhao Xitang, whose health had improved and who had decided to show up.】

【Although they didn't actually see it, it was enough to completely break the protagonist's seme-uke relationship.】

Jin Chen lazily turned over, the mist in the sunlight becoming somewhat transparent and warm, feeling drowsy and listless.

【This is not the point.】

Ling Gun Gun: 【...】 What is the point?

Jin Chen felt the energy filling his interior, almost overflowing, putting his entire mist in a slightly tipsy state.

【The point is my brain feels hot and swollen, I have a premonition… I feel like I'm about to grow bigger.】

Ling Gun Gun leapt up with joy, 【Really, Host!】

【Then if you turn into human form, will you be able to recover your memories?】

Jin Chen yawned: 【I don't know…】

A heavy drowsiness washed over him, and within seconds he fell into a half-asleep state, then drifted back to the bedroom, skillfully slipping into the hem of Liang Yanzhe's pajamas before finally falling asleep completely.

Liang Yanzhe's fingers, which had been typing, suddenly stalled.

He lifted the pajama hem without expression, glanced at the clump of black mist stuck to the skin, already asleep and insensible.

Silence fell for a few seconds, then he finally let go, allowing the pajama fabric to fall and cover that encroaching mist.

Let him be.