Chapter 611: Chapter 611 The Angel Who Mistakenly Fell to Earth (Twenty-three)
A sense of alarm filled her, and a guess began to form in her mind.
Sure enough, a man in a black suit had already silently appeared in her room.
Wariness was thick in Gu Shengyinâs eyes; she didnât mind that he had seen Angelaâs true form.
How could anyone who breached the barrier of a Six-Winged Angel be ordinary?
âCan you tell me who you really are?â
Gu Shengyin had planned to ask the system directly, but since that night when the man had taken her to that room, the system seemed to have fallen into a slumber, unresponsive to her calls ever since.
The man didnât rush to answer her question but instead stared unblinkingly at her as her wings spread open, suspending her mid-air.
âVery beautiful,â he admired.
He opened his arms as if to embrace her.
Shengyinâs body uncontrollably flew towards him, landing in his embrace.
From the depths of her soul, Shengyin didnât want to resist the man.
It wasnât the instinct of the body belonging to Angela, but something from deep within her own soul.
âIâve already answered you last time, Iâm your lover,â the man held her, his voice filled with a sigh.
âBut I really donât know you,â Gu Shengyin frowned. She couldnât lie to herself; she yearned for his embrace that carried the faint scent of Lotus Fragrance.
Yet she disliked this sensation of being out of control.
âFollow your heart,â the man said softly.
The name âAyinâ vibrated through Gu Shengyinâs brain, making her shudder.
âYou call meâŠâ
âShh.â Suddenly, a finger pressed against her lips, and the man whispered, âDonât say it out loud; weâll be detected.â
He didnât specify what would be detected, but Gu Shengyin understood it was the laws that constantly monitored the world.
He called her Ayin.
He knew that she wasnât Angela.
Gu Shengyinâs eyelashes trembled. Though she had no memories, her heart was filled with joy and contentment.
She didnât know where this feeling came from but indulged herself in it.
A thought suddenly surged in her heart.
She looked earnestly at the man before her, still with his indifferent and noble demeanor.
âCan you tell me that you love me?â Gu Shengyin stared at him without blinking.
A flicker of surprise crossed the manâs eyes. Even without memories, would she subconsciously act coquettishly towards him?
It seemed he was utterly incapable of refusing her request, he thought helplessly.
The man circled his arms around her waist and caressed the base of Angelâs Wings.
Shengyin couldnât help but tremble. This was where an angel was most sensitive.
The man gently lowered his head, his hot breath tickling her ear: âI love youâŠâ
Ayin.
The last two words appeared directly in her mind.
Gu Shengyin willingly offered her lips.
She felt like she must be insane. She knew nothing about this man, not even his name.
This dangerous man, her reason told her to be wary, to stay away.
But she couldnât help it. The longing from the depths of her soul made her irresistibly drawn to him, as if a voice inside her was saying: Donât be afraid of him, he wonât hurt you.
You love him.
She loved him.
Gu Shengyin closed her eyes; if this was indeed a dream, she hoped never to wake up again.