Chapter 2540: Inhuman: Xiao Chen's Amnesia 31

The same name was written over and over countless times.

The handwriting went from an initially somewhat stiff imitation to later becoming increasingly smooth, the force and obsession penetrating the back of the paper.

In the dim light, these repeated names gave off an oppressive sense of density that made the heart race.

Liang Yanzhe held that paper, his fingertips tightening.

The curtain near the balcony behind him was lifted by the night wind, and the icy night wind rushed into the room, bringing a chilling coolness.

In the deliberately created darkness and silence, it seemed especially eerie and gloomy.

If it were someone else, they would probably already be terrified by now.

"Jin Chen." Liang Yanzhe set down that heavy sheet of paper and called out again into the empty darkness.

Still no response.

But Jin Chen, without warning, came up from behind, embraced him, and tightly pressed against his back.

At the same time, one earlobe was caught between his lips, and the exhaled breath was also icy cold.

Liang Yanzhe shuddered, instinctively reaching out to brace his hands on the table before him to steady himself, and the tremor spread rapidly from his earlobe throughout his body.

"Jin Chen..." he called again, his voice trembling slightly.

"Husband." Jin Chen finally gave a response, his low voice sounding beside his ear.

The thick black mist, like a living creature with a will of its own, spread from all directions, completely surrounding and enveloping Liang Yanzhe, cutting off the last glimmer of outside light.

"You're so slow," Jin Chen's complaint sounded a bit aggrieved, "I've been waiting a long time."

Liang Yanzhe felt a hot flush at his heart, slowed his breathing, and asked softly, "Why did you write so many... of my name?"

"I like it." Jin Chen said.

The mist surrounding Liang Yanzhe slowly wandered and moved across his body. The icy sensation transmitted through the thin loungewear fabric carried a teasing aggressiveness, causing Liang Yanzhe's body to uncontrollably grow aroused.

The paper he had been clutching, covered in names, slipped lightly onto the carpet.

In total darkness, vision was deprived, and the other senses became unusually sharp.

Liang Yanzhe tilted his head, feeling the cold palm lightly pressing on the back of his neck, and the lips covered again, prying open his teeth.

Jin Chen kissed him for a while, then embraced Liang Yanzhe's waist.

With a little effort, he easily lifted him up and seated him on the icy cold tabletop.

Immediately, more tendrils condensed from the mist wrapped around him, like soft yet tough silk, lightly binding his neck, arms, waist, and even the calves hanging below the table edge, sinking slightly into the flesh—a feeling of being completely restrained and possessed.

Liang Yanzhe's gaze grew dazed in the deep kiss and confinement, his breathing becoming ever more rapid.

But he hadn't expected that Jin Chen's kiss would land on the inner side of his wrist, where there had once been scars.

There the skin is thin, and the pale old scar is faintly visible.

Jin Chen's tongue tip extremely lightly licked over that scar, the motion tender; he lifted his eyes, meeting Liang Yanzhe's misty gaze, his voice low and hoarse: "From now on, you must not get hurt."

Liang Yanzhe opened his mouth, wanting to explain that it had happened a long time ago.

But Jin Chen interrupted him, "I know."

Jin Chen continued, "Husband, I'll help you heal."

"Heal? Heal what?"

Liang Yanzhe didn't react for a moment.

But the next second, he understood.

It was a feeling completely different from the mist entering.

Like being gently dragged into the softest swamp, bringing an overwhelming, reason‑numbling tingling.

This was completely different from the feeling he was familiar with, obtained through pain and blood.

It was even harder to resist, and easier to make one sink and lose control.

Liang Yanzhe found it hard to stay conscious.

Several hours passed.

Liang Yanzhe was deeply mired in the swamp.

Every struggle only pulled him deeper into the abyss, unable to climb out, and not wanting to.

His consciousness was muddled; he could only rely on Jin Chen.

He finally came to slightly from that extreme state of soul scattered, vaguely realizing what Jin Chen's so‑called treatment actually was.

No need to see blood, no need to feel pain.

Jin Chen's repertoire... really is a bit too much.

So much that he couldn't cope, so much that he was mortified, yet unable to stop.

"... Not bad," Liang Yanzhe thought dazedly.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -7, total 30!】

——

In the early hours.

Jin Chen embraced Liang Yanzhe, who had finally struggled out of that maddening "swamp," his gaze dazed, silently shedding tears, and kissed him again and again, heart full.

Then he picked him up in a horizontal hold, walked into the bathroom, and carefully and patiently washed him clean.

Jin Chen felt he had now deeply mastered the skill of human bathing.

And he was very eager to put it into practice.

After being dried, he was held back onto the bed, sinking into the soft, dry bedding; Liang Yanzhe finally felt the reassurance of solid ground, rather than continuing to drift in midair.

He wearily lifted his hand, rubbed the head buried in his embrace, not wanting to move a single finger, and fell into a deep sleep.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +8, total 68!】

The next morning.

The aftermath of being clung to and sucked all night was that Liang Yanze ran into some trouble when putting on his shirt.

A sharp, noticeable pain and strange sensation came from his chest, and fastening the top button made him hiss softly from pain.

Jin Chen lounged lazily on the bed, watching Liang Yanze frown at his reflection in the mirror.

He accepted Liang Yanze's silent, critical gaze; his face showed clear grievance, but deep in his gray eyes lay a defiant, unruly pride—he plainly refused to admit fault.

Liang Yanze had wanted to pull him over and give him a good scolding, but seeing Jin Chen's slightly aggrieved expression—even knowing it was mostly an act—he couldn't bring himself to really lay into him.

In the end, he poked Jin Chen's forehead in annoyance, only to have his hand grabbed and be kissed nonstop.

Liang Yanze skillfully tied his tie, tried to ignore the discomfort, straightened his collar, walked to the bedside, and sat in Jin Chen's lap.

Cupping Jin Chen's handsome yet gloomy face, Liang Yanze lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, saying, 'No more of this from now on.'

Jin Chen narrowed his gray eyes and retorted, 'Honey, you're saying one thing but meaning another.'

Obviously, you held me so tight last night.

Liang Yanze curled his lips, his fingertips rubbing his jawline, and said leisurely, 'Then I'll go to the office alone today.'

Jin Chen: '?'

Liang Yanze: 'It's either one or the other, no room for negotiation.'

Jin Chen: '……'

He stared at Liang Yanze for a few seconds, then reluctantly agreed, '……Okay, I won't do that all night again.'

That way, I can just kiss enough before my wife wakes up, so I won't be discovered.

Having reached the agreement, Jin Chen willingly turned into a thin black mist, like a docile little snake, coiling obediently around Liang Yanze's slender wrist, its icy touch clinging to the skin as it accompanied him to work.

Liang Yanze started the car and merged into the morning traffic.

He instinctively lifted his wrist, gave it a light touch, and curled the corner of his lips.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 78!】

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -7, total 20!】