TSFLIP Chapter 331

In the end, Feng Guang proved firsthand that it was indeed possible to share a bed with a ghost. Though… the experience came with a chilly temperature, adding a strangely thrilling and eerie sensation to it.

The large bed was left in complete disarray, the air still thick with the remnants of their passionate encounter. Exhausted, she lay sprawled atop him, thinking that a post-coital cigarette would make the moment perfect.

Even though she ended up pinned beneath him, crying and begging for mercy, she maintained a confident belief that she had claimed him, not the other way around.

An Yi lazily ran his hand along her smooth back. His usual soft, refined voice now carried a languid, seductive tone that made her heart race. Stroking her hair as she rested on his chest, he chuckled softly, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. “Feng Guang, you’re mine now.”

“Wrong. You’re mine,” she retorted, her tone firm despite her utter exhaustion.

An Yi smiled warmly. “Alright, I’m yours.”

And she could only ever belong to him.

“Sigh… looks like we missed the movie,” Feng Guang muttered, glancing at the movie tickets lying forgotten on the table. The showtime had long passed.

“It’s fine. We’re still on a date right now,” he replied.

True enough. Trading a movie for an intimate moment with someone she liked? He certainly came out ahead.

Rolling her eyes, she said with a hint of sarcasm, “This feels more like a reckless tryst than a date.”

“But… Feng Guang still plans to take responsibility for me, right?”

She froze. “Take responsibility? For you?”

“You took my innocence. Naturally, you have to take responsibility.”

“Innocence?”

“Actually…” An Yi hesitated, his face suddenly shy. “This was my first time.”

His bashful expression was utterly charming, but she couldn’t resist asking, “Wait a second. Didn’t you say you lost your memory? How do you know this was your first time?”

And honestly, given how bold and skilled he had just been, it didn’t feel like a first time.

“Because, aside from you, I would never feel… aroused by anyone else.” His tone was confident, even in the face of his amnesia.

The word “aroused” made Feng Guang pause. She wanted to question how someone who’d forgotten basic common sense could still grasp this concept, but her mind wandered to a vague memory. Long ago, hadn’t someone else said something similar to her? She could barely recall, only a faint shadow in her mind.

An Yi’s voice pulled her back. “What are you thinking about, Feng Guang?”

“Nothing…” Maybe that person had been another target in a previous world. After completing her mission, the system always wiped away her emotions for the target, leaving only a stranger’s shadow. Usually, she didn’t remember them for long. Besides, she’d spent fifteen years in her last world. Snuggling against An Yi’s chest, she whispered, “An Yi, I’ll treat you well.”

She felt an ache in her heart for this man. She vowed to remember him for as long as possible, even if memories were never something she could control.

An Yi’s handsome eyes curved slightly in a smile. “I don’t need you to treat me well. As long as you stay by my side, I’ll love you deeply.”

“What if I don’t stay by your side?” she asked lazily, her tone teasing.

“Then I’ll make you like that motherbird,” he said, chuckling lightly. “I’ll put you in a cage so you can’t leave me.”

Feng Guang dismissed it as a joke and yawned. The physical exertion had left her drowsy, and sleep was quickly taking over. Just before drifting off, she remembered a question she had meant to ask. “An Yi, these past few days I’ve been wearing a talisman. Didn’t it make you uncomfortable?”

“Why would your wearing a talisman make me uncomfortable?” he asked, puzzled.

It was clear—he still hadn’t realized he was a ghost.

As Feng Guang sank into sleep, one final thought crossed her mind: I wonder where Liu Han bought that useless talisman from. It didn’t work at all.