Chapter 2535: Non-Human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia After 26

Liang Yanzhe was held in an adult male's embrace, his whole body stiff, extremely ill at ease.

The oppressive feeling brought by the humanoid Jin Chen was strong; he instinctively wanted to raise his hand to push him away.

"How...?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

Sure enough, upon sensing his intention to resist, Jin Chen's eyes instantly darkened.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, seized Liang Yanzhe's jaw, and completely deprived him of breath.

This was a true, possessive and aggressive deep kiss, as if it wanted to drain all the oxygen from his chest.

Liang Yanzhe's scalp tingled, and a sense of shame welled up belatedly.

He wanted to push back, but his wrist was easily seized by Jin Chen; icy, slender fingers forced their way between his fingers, lacing them together, pressing against the cold glass railing.

Liang Yanzhe couldn't help but shudder again, and his waist was also tightly gripped by a spreading chill mist that had appeared at some point.

His whole body was trapped between the railing and Jin Chen's icy chest, unable to move.

This feeling...

It was like being slowly coiled by a cold poisonous snake lurking in the depths of a swamp—the more he struggled, the tighter it wound.

But his body had long been accustomed to this aura, even developing a conditioned response to it.

After a moment, Liang Yanzhe's waist went limp uncontrollably; he could barely stay upright, relying only on the railing behind him and the person before him for support.

When Liang Yanzhe slightly regained his senses from the dizzying plunder, he realized he had already been pressed by Jin Chen against the cold flower stand, forced to endure an insatiable kiss.

What's worse, from the direction where the terrace connects to the banquet hall came the voices and footsteps of staff entering and exiting, checking and cleaning up, gradually drawing nearer to where they were.

"Jin Chen..." Liang Yanzhe turned his head to avoid his kiss during a breath gap, panting.

"Someone's coming..."

Jin Chen paused, his gray pupils flicking toward the sound source, then immediately returned to Liang Yanzhe's lips, which glistened with moisture and were slightly red and swollen.

He drew out the syllable with a mischievous tone, "Ah... I saw."

As if deliberately placing Liang Yanzhe on a fire of shame and fear to roast him.

Jin Chen had no intention of letting go; he lowered his head again and, as if punishing him, nibbled Liang Yanzhe's hypersensitive earlobe, murmuring softly.

"Wife, then you... just don't make a sound."

Liang Yanzhe: "..."

This time was completely different from before in the company's lounge.

There was no door to block the view; the terrace was open, with only a few potted plants and flower stands for cover, so anyone who approached slightly could clearly see their entanglement at that moment.

Liang Yanzhe's scattered peripheral vision could even catch a blurry figure moving not far away.

If they were seen...

Shame made Liang Yanzhe tremble as he closed his eyes, burying his face in Jin Chen's icy neck hollow, as if that could hide him from all prying eyes.

However, when the staff spoke as they passed nearby, Liang Yanzhe was astonished to discover that they hadn't noticed at all.

Liang Yanzhe belatedly realized... of course, they couldn't see Jin Chen.

Since they couldn't see Jin Chen, they naturally couldn't see him, tightly embraced by Jin Chen and almost fused as one.

Liang Yanzhe slumped weakly into Jin Chen's embrace, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.

Immediately afterward, he heard an extremely soft low laugh from above his head.

"Throwing yourself into my arms..." Jin Chen's arms tightened, a triumphant pleasure, "Wife, you're so obedient."

Liang Yanzhe lay against his chest, hearing those words, his body uncontrollably gave a slight shudder; he resignedly closed his eyes, even his ears turning bright red.

——

In the end, Liang Yanzhe still brought Jin Chen home.

As he entered the elevator, there happened to be an upstairs neighbor auntie inside, holding a fluffy small dog in her arms.

The auntie saw Liang Yanzhe accompanied by a young man she hadn't seen before, curiously glanced several times, smiling and asked, "Xiao Liang, you're back? Who is this? I've never seen you before."

Liang Yanzhe put on his usual gentle smile, "Auntie, good... he's... a friend."

As he said those two words, he felt the arm around his waist tighten, and he glanced down guiltily.

"Ah, a friend," the auntie laughed and praised, "also a handsome young man; you're not afraid of dogs, are you?"

As she spoke, the little dog in her arms curiously sniffed toward Jin Chen's direction.

Jin Chen's gray pupils shifted, he glanced indifferently at the little dog, his tone unchanged.

"Not afraid."

The neighbor auntie smiled, turned holding the dog, and stood facing the elevator door.

Just as she turned, Jin Chen, holding Liang Yanzhe's finger, made a slight movement.

Strands of invisible icy black mist silently permeated, slipping through Liang Yanzhe's neat suit fabric and adhering to his warm skin.

The icy, sticky sensation swept over, enveloping him.

Liang Yanzhe's pupils jerked violently; he almost cried out, hurriedly biting his lower lip hard.

He abruptly turned his head, glaring warily at Jin Chen beside him, eyes flashing with startled anger as a warning.

But under the elevator's ceiling light, the corners of his eyes behind his lenses involuntarily flushed wet‑red from stimulation and restraint, really lacking any intimidation.

Instead, it made him look... somewhat alluring.

Jin Chen leaned close to his ear, his icy lips touching the earlobe, whispering in a breath only the two could hear, his tone dangerous and ambiguous, "Friend?"

As he spoke, the mist grew more wantonly entangled.

Liang Yanzhe let out a muffled groan, feeling his legs go weak to the point of barely being able to stand.

Immediately afterward, a strand of mist slipped into his mouth.

On the surface, Jin Chen still maintained a normal social distance with him, merely holding his hand, looking down as Liang Yanzhe was forced to slightly open his lips, forced to endure the mist.

For Jin Chen, the mist is his true form.

This is no different from him kissing it himself.

But for Liang Yanzhe, in the elevator… this feeling is really too much.

If it weren't for Jin Chen tightly holding his hand and embracing his waist, he would surely have slid down the cold elevator wall.

And standing before them was a neighbour auntie who knew nothing of this, even…

Liang Yanzhe couldn't bear such intimacy in public; he turned his side, pressed his flushed forehead against Jin Chen's shoulder, and his body trembled slightly.

He wanted to explain, wanted to stop, but Jin Chen gave him no chance to speak.

The mist's presence was so strong that he could only let out a sob.

"How pitiful." Jin Chen murmured, pulling the still-trembling Liang Yanzhe into his embrace.

Immediately, his grey pupils shifted, landing on the little dog that happened to look over.

The little dog seemed to sense the dangerous aura, shifted uneasily, let out a threatening low whine from its throat, and was about to bark.

Jin Chen's eyes turned slightly icy.

The little dog, frightened, had its fur stand on end, timidly buried its head in its owner's embrace, shivering, and dared not glance this way again.

The elevator door dinged open, having reached the floor where Liang Yanzhe lived.

But Liang Yanzhe's gaze was unfocused, his breathing rapid, his cheeks flushed with an abnormal red, obviously still not recovered from the earlier stimulation.

It was the neighbour auntie who kindly reminded, "Xiao Liang, we've arrived."

Only then did Liang Yanzhe jolt awake, fumbling, his steps unsteady as he pulled Jin Chen out of the elevator.

He didn't even dare to look back at the neighbour auntie's expression, feeling that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

Liang Yanzhe wandered to his own door, fingers trembling as he unlocked it with his fingerprint, pulling along the dangerous 'friend' behind him back home.