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Jun Chong had a remarkable physique. His tall and slender frame was devoid of any excess fat, with six-pack abs that showcased his strong build. Perhaps it was due to being a ghost, but his skin tone was not the typical yellowish hue of most men; instead, it had a pale, even complexion.
As my gaze lowered, I noticed a patch of black at the edge of his underwear, contrasting against his white skin, resembling a splash of ink or a hidden surge, much like a child's head peeking out from under the covers to enjoy the vast world outside. My expression froze, and I felt my face flush and my heart race.
I stammered, "Um, I'll wash myself. You... you stay out."
I attempted to close the door, but Jun Chong blocked it with his large hand, gripping my wrist and gently pulling me back. He leaned forward slightly, coming closer, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
What should have been a cool breath now felt somewhat heated, sending shivers down my spine as it brushed against my ear.
"What if I say no?" Jun Chong whispered in my ear, causing me to tremble all over. He chuckled softly, running his tongue along the edge of my ear. His voice grew deeper and more husky, laced with a subtle magnetism that further unsettled me. "Anxin, what happened last time isn't over yet!"
His large hand began to roam freely over my body, where it touched felt like a winter breeze against my skin, stirring up waves of shivers.
I stood frozen, my face as red as boiling water. I took deep breaths, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of rationality and not let him enchant me.
"I know you're holding back," I managed to say. "But today is the day of my grandfather's funeral. Can we... can we wait until next time?"
I felt Jun Chong's body stiffen for a moment before he placed his hand on my shoulder blades behind me. He pulled back slightly to meet my gaze, his dark pupils clearly reflecting my shadow.
"Anxin."
"Yes?"
"I know you're hurting from your grandfather's death; I can see how much he meant to you. But once someone dies, they cannot come back. I hope you can accept that."
I paused for a moment, nodded, and smiled as I said, "I know, so I want more happiness, that way Grandpa will also be at ease."
Jun Chong chuckled, reaching out to brush my bangs aside. His cool fingers touched my flushed face, which felt quite pleasant. "Are you happy being with me?"
"Happy."
"Then would you like to do something even happier with me?"
"Of course." I widened my eyes at him; as long as I was with him, everything was joyful, and I was willing to accept even greater happiness.
"You were very happy that day, so now I want to extend that happiness and change your mood a bit." Jun Chong's slender fingers lightly tugged at my clothes, and they automatically came undone. "I remember there's a method humans use called distraction; it can make things much easier." He bent down and picked me up, walking into the bathroom as the door closed behind us. "We can give it a try."
He spoke so earnestly, his expression serious, and there was no room for refusal in his tone. By the time my brain fully processed what was happening, he had already turned on the showerhead, and water cascaded down on both of us. Before I could react, Jun Chong exclaimed, "Oh no!"
"What happened? Did you get burned?" I reached out to touch the water; it wasn't hot at all.
Jun Chong shook his head, propping his chin on his hand as he examined me closely. Finally, he nodded and smiled. "I remember there's an idiom in your language that goes 'like a lotus emerging from the water,' which describes you perfectly—beautiful and captivating."
I burst out laughing. "Jun Chong, when did you become so smooth-talking? Who taught you that? It doesn't match your usual demeanor at all!"
"Taught?" Jun Chong scoffed. "I taught myself; do I need someone else to teach me?"
"Hmph, you're just stubborn."
"What did you say?"
Jun Chong narrowed his eyes and began to tickle my waist. I was already sensitive to tickling, and I laughed uncontrollably. "Haha, I'm sorry! Lord, please spare me! Hahaha, that tickles!"
Jun Chong caught me effortlessly, lightly pecking my lips with a satisfied smile, his narrowed eyes becoming enchanting.
"Anxin, your stamina is too poor; you need to move more in the future."
"…"
I felt my face flush, unable to utter a word. I blinked my eyelashes at him, glaring at his nonchalant expression, pouting my lips.
"If you want me to kiss you, just say so!"
Jun Chong raised an eyebrow triumphantly and captured my tender lips, his probing tongue stirring up a wave of sensations.
The sound of splashing water reached my ears, and I glanced back to see the bathtub filling with warm water. Jun Chong released my lips, bent down, and lifted me into the flowing bath.
Since I used to enjoy soaking in baths, my father had specially replaced our old tub with a larger one. However, after moving away for school and with limited conditions, I hadn't enjoyed a relaxing bath in a long time.
Now being held by Jun Chong, surrounded by the warm water while his cool touch lingered on my back, I urged him, "Can you hurry up? It would be terrible if my parents came back."
"Don't worry; they won't return until after dark." Jun Chong pulled me back against him and brushed his lips lightly over mine. "So we have plenty of time to slowly shift our focus."
"…"
I truly understood; not only men but even Male Ghosts acted this way in such moments. But Jun Chong's kisses were incredibly pleasant—sometimes like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, touching and retreating, creating ripples.
At other times, they were like a storm crashing down, overwhelming everything without leaving a trace.
His kisses left me dazed and weak all over; I was completely at his mercy. My shy sounds could no longer be described merely by the redness of my cheeks.
"Anxin, do you know? You look truly beautiful like this."
Jun Chongzheng held me close, his hoarse voice resonating with an alluring tremor in my ear.
His dark eyes sparkled like a starry sky, and his gaze was solely on me. "Anxin, I finally understand why the me before my amnesia fell in love with you. It's because you have a magic that makes me love you. Regardless of whether I have memories or not, I don't regret loving you."
My nose tingled, and tears welled up in my eyes. Shizui was right; even without his memories, Jun Chong still loved me, and it made all the suffering I endured worthwhile.
"But Anxin, I want to apologize. I'm sorry for making you suffer so much. I can't erase what has happened; the only thing I can do is make amends. Will you give me this chance?"
"I... I don't blame you. As long as you're well, I'll be fine."
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Jun Chong smiled gently, blinked at me, and leaned closer to swallow my tears one by one. "Don't cry; you should smile more. That's how my wife should be."
"Mm!"
I wiped my tears away haphazardly and reached out to embrace him, kissing him spontaneously.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and various voices filled the air, drowning out my soft calls.
I lost track of how many times I floated in and out of consciousness in his arms. Each time I awoke felt like a refreshing climb to the peak, bringing me closer to him with every moment.
Jun Chong could offer me many unexpected things—both good and bad. The road ahead remained uncertain, but I believed he would hold my hand tightly and walk with me to the ends of the earth.
So no matter how difficult it became, I would endure.
Only by tasting the bitterness of pain could one savor the sweetness of joy even more deeply.
That day, I lay in bed and couldn't get up, and the next day I stayed in bed the entire time as well.
Seeing my mother's strange and puzzled expression, I felt too embarrassed to face her. The culprit, however, acted as if nothing had happened, accompanying my mother every day, chatting here and there, making her smile from ear to ear.
My mother took Jun Chong out and introduced him to everyone as my son-in-law. Even my father, who usually didn't concern himself with such matters, privately asked me when I was planning to marry Jun Chong.
I glanced at Jun Chong; he blinked innocently. I rubbed my forehead and laughed awkwardly. "Dad, I'm going to video chat with Xiao You now. Talk later."
Back in my room, I locked the door. Although Jun Chong could come in without knocking, he always respected the fact that my parents were home, so he would knock before entering.
I turned on my computer, successfully connected to the internet, and started the video call. As soon as Lin You saw me, she grinned mischievously. "You’re so late! Were you busy working out?"
"Xiao You, are you that desperate?" I replied without holding back. "How have things been with Ling Feng lately?"
Lin You smacked her lips. "It's about the same. I've been busy and haven't had time for him."
"Busy? Aren't your classes pretty easy?"
Her eyes flickered as she took a sip of her drink before saying, "It's not that simple; I just don't understand everything yet, so I need to put in more effort. Anyway, enough about me; let's talk about your recent experiences! He lost his memory; you haven't suffered too much because of it, right?"
Sometimes I couldn't help but admire Lin You's sensitivity. I hadn't mentioned anything about the hardships in the village; not a word had slipped from my lips, yet she could sense it all. My nose tinged with emotion; having such a good friend like her was truly a rare blessing in life.
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