Hearing the footsteps approaching nearby, Ye Jiuliangâs lips curled slightly.
A hand as cold as porcelain jade reached from behind, enveloping her with an icy breath.
Ye Jiuliang suddenly turned her face and caught his hand, her fingertips quivered slightly, and colorless, tasteless powder spread into the air.
Li Mochan was caught off guard, his grip relaxed gradually, and his tall figure uncontrollably crashed down.
So heavy.
Ye Jiuliang cast her eyes down at the person who had collapsed onto her and pushed him away with her hand.
Li Mochan lay on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, the usual coldness in his gaze nowhere to be seen.
Ye Jiuliang sat up, looked down, and his handsome face came into view; she extended her hand to touch his cheek.
Her fingertips glided across his eyebrows and eyes, naughtily pinching his cheek.
"Li Mochan, you scoundrel, dare to forget me, tell me, arenât you asking for a beating?"
Still, she couldnât bring herself to exert force, and Ye Jiuliang let go of him, slid off the bed, and walked over to the couch to pick up the coat she had taken off earlier.
From her pocket, she took out a small box and walked back to the bedside.
Upon opening the box, there was a silver needle, a pill, and a tiny empty vial inside.
Ye Jiuliang picked up the silver needle, pulled over Li Mochanâs hand, and with a hard heart, pierced the tip of his finger, squeezing out a few drops of red blood.
Catching it with the empty vial, she skillfully crushed the pill and applied it to his fingertip.
Soon, the bleeding stopped.
She put everything back into the box, placed the box into a drawer, then stretched out her hand to push Li Mochan, helping him adjust to a comfortable sleeping position.
She turned off the light, leaving only one wall lamp burning.
Ye Jiuliang lay half-sprawled, her upper body resting on Li Mochanâs chest.
"Mohan, I know you have amnesia now, and you must also be feeling confused and at a loss, but letâs get one thing straightâ Iâll be sticking to you, so donât think about leaving me behind."
She pinched his jaw lightly with her hand, "It doesnât matter if you canât remember; youâre wearing my necklace, so you canât escape. It used to be you chasing after me, now how about I chase you instead?"
The only response she got was the manâs steady breathing.
But she wasnât discouraged. Ye Jiuliang held his face and leaned down to nibble on his thin lips.
A faint taste of blood spread between their lips; Ye Jiuliang looked at the lip she had bitten, moisture welling up in her eyes.
Dare to forget me; you deserve a punishment.
She slid down and curled up in his arms, her slender arm around his waist.
The cold, lingering fragrance tickled her nose, and Ye Jiuliang soon fell asleep.
...
The next day, everyone woke up early, anxiously unable to sleep soundly with matters weighing on their minds.
It was rare for Mo Garden to gather so many people; Jiang Yisheng had ordered breakfast from Jiangyue Restaurant early on, so as not to keep Jiuma and Veya busy.
Hearing the news, Feng Yi came over early in the morning, and he also delivered the breakfast that Jiang Yisheng had ordered.
"Is there really no way?" Upon hearing of Li Mochanâs amnesia, shock could not be hidden from Feng Yiâs face.
Jiang Yisheng shook his head.
Amnesia wasnât like typical poisoning, which could be cured simply by neutralizing the toxin.
"Weâve searched all the guest rooms; Jiuliang isnât there. Did she go out?" Veya came downstairs and asked urgently.
"Are you sure youâve searched every room?" Jiang Hai asked.
Veya nodded, but then as if recalling something, she shook her head.
"Only Ahanâs bedroom hasnât been searched."
At this, everyone was stunned.
Could it be that the two of them stayed together in the same room last night?
With Mohan having amnesia, would he agree to share a room with Jiuliang?
"No need to search. Ajiu is in Li Mochanâs room," Gu Xinuo replied after ending a call with Chu Chen and swiftly understanding the situation upon hearing Veyaâs remark.