Volume Two, Chapter Forty-Six

A red mark bloomed on his cheek, the same color as the one at her throat.

"Don't say things like that while wearing the Young Master's face!"

"..."

"Who do you think you are? Do you think I still like you? Don't look down on me!"

"How do you know I'm not him?"

Perhaps he was even more shameless than she was, more of a scoundrel. He told himself he merely admired her talent, that he did not love her. But what was he doing now?

He drew her close by the neck, covered that glaring mark with his palm, then parted his lips and stopped her aggressive, ceaseless mouth with his own.

Her lips had long since ceased to be a novelty to him. The almost familiar sensation drew a sigh from between his lips. The stinging ache in his cheek made one thing painfully clear: he was kissing someone who had slapped him only moments ago, someone who had just been involved with another man—

Was he the Li Chenjing who had lost his memory now? Perhaps. Otherwise, why would he commit such an act of Cut Sleeve? Why would he feel that, come what may, he could not let go of the person before him?

Author's note:

QAQ Forgive me for taking two or three days to update. I haven't been feeling well lately and spent several days getting injections. But that wasn't really the main problem—I was stuck on the plot, hahaha!!! I don't know why the Young Master is so hard to write now!!! And especially—holy crap, does this count as a treat? The long-absent kissing scene is back! QAQ Since I gave you something sweet, you'll forgive me, right?

Chapter 88: Volume Two, Chapter Forty-Six

Rain was still falling outside. In the main hall