74 : Find the next one

 When Yinluo leaned in, Duan Muze tilted his head, and his lips and outstretched tongue bumped into the man's chin. Although it didn't hurt much, Yinluo's delicate skin turned red instantly.

He separated slightly, gently tugging at the man's hair, revealing a dissatisfied expression: "Why don't you open your mouth..."

These words snapped the string in Duan Muze's mind, instantly bringing him to his senses. He reached out and pressed his hand against the boy's lower back, surprised to find it so thin.

Slightly regaining his senses, he used a little strength to lift the boy off his lap.

The fragrance in his arms faded, and he felt a sense of loss. Duan Muze felt something was strange. He had lived for so many years and had never been moved by such things, so why was his self-control so weak today?

He almost didn't want to push the boy away.

Realizing this, Duan Muze ignored the dissatisfaction on Yinluo's face, his expression stiff. The man's expressionless face was exceptionally cold and distant. Seeing him like this, Yinluo's eyes instantly reddened with grievance.

However, Duan Muze saw this as seductive. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Mr. Yin, please have some self-respect."

Yin Luo: "?"

He was stunned, almost laughing in anger. These words actually came from a man who liked to force kisses at the drop of a hat.

Especially in such a serious tone.

Yin Luo's temper flared, and he didn't tolerate it: "How many times have you forced kisses on me! You're unhappy just because I kissed you once?"

Duan Muze's usually expressionless face finally showed a look of surprise. Yin Luo continued, "How could you... how could you be so mean... kissing and then turning your back on me after we've done it? You used to hug me and kiss me every night, and you even made me open my mouth—"

If she continued, things would get really bad. Duan Muze felt like he was on fire, but he remained outwardly cold and immediately interrupted, "Mr. Yin, I think you might have mistaken me for someone else."

"I don't know you, and I've never..." He paused, staring at Yin Luo's lips, which had turned a deep red. His thoughts drifted to "just a little rubbing and they turned this red" before he came to his senses, "...to take liberties with you."

Yin Luo: "..."

The other person's polite and serious tone made him look like a con artist trying to scam someone. He was the one who had been deceived, body and soul... Yin Luo was so angry he wanted to curse, but since he didn't know how, he gave up.

"If you can't remember, then forget it. I'm not going to be with you anymore."

Yin Luo

truly . She had thought that a kiss would bring back her memories, after all, that's how it's portrayed in many movies. Moreover, he even treated Duan Muze's illness, and was bullied and forced to kiss by Duan Muze's various personalities...

It was annoying.

He frowned, his small face full of displeasure, and didn't want to continue eating with Duan Muze, so he grabbed his coat and prepared to leave.

"You..." Duan Muze's throat tightened, feeling that he was about to lose something important, especially after hearing Yin Luo say "I'm not going to be with him anymore," even though they had only just met alone for the first time.

He opened his mouth, wanting to keep him there: "Mr. Yin, I..."

Duan Muze didn't know that the more polite he was, the angrier Yin Luo became. He frowned and turned back, suddenly remembering something, so he came back and reached out to the man: "Give me back the ring."

Duan Muze's heart tightened.

It was as if an invisible voice was telling him—if he returned the ring to the other party, he would definitely regret it.

So he froze, not daring to move for a long time.

Yin Luo waited for him for a while, and seeing that he didn't move for a long time, he said impatiently, "Then give it to me next time, no, there won't be a next time, just mail it to our school."

He glanced at Duan Muze: "I don't want to see you anymore."

*

That night when he returned to school, Yin Luo was still a little sad, after all, he wanted to seriously date Duan Muze this time. But the other party didn't remember him, and he couldn't force it. In addition, his roommates were all quite humorous, and the dormitory atmosphere was very good, so Yin Luo quickly recovered his mood.

But it was different for Duan Muze.

After parting ways with Yin Luo the day before, he went to Zhao Qing to ask if his memory was wrong.

Zhao Qing knew that they were classmates, but she was unaware of Duan Muze's long history of unrequited love and what happened between them in the virtual world. But it was clear they had some feelings for each other: "Hmm... When I was helping you find someone to treat you, no one else worked. It was only when I found Yinluo that I was saved."

"Your mental world only allows Yinluo in. Think about why." Zhao Qing showed no mercy to Duan Muze's words. "Besides, you already have schizophrenia, so it's normal for your memories to be confused now. Anyway, the one who's wrong is definitely you."

Duan Muze: "..."

He withheld some of Yinluo's words, telling Zhao Qing the rest he could say: "He said our relationship was very close, but there's no trace of him living in the house."

Zhao Qing: "Maybe he's not that casual, maybe he doesn't want to live with you."

Duan

Muze: "..."

True.

He lowered his eyes, his emotions unclear, looking slightly disheveled: "He didn't even eat with me today."

Zhao Qing: "Huh?"

Duan Muze: "I think I made him angry. He said he doesn't want to see me again."

Zhao Qing: "..."

The usually composed Duan Muze panicked a little, after all, he could truly understand the heartache Yinluo felt when she said she didn't want to be with him anymore. He blamed everything on his mentor: "Why didn't you tell me sooner? He's ignoring me now."

"..." Zhao Qing thought, who would know you two met beforehand and made things like this? "Don't you have any conscience? I just finished checking your physical data, and now I'm supposed to help you pursue someone?"

"You figure it out yourself,"

Duan Muze said with a gloomy face.

Finally, Zhao Qing couldn't stand it anymore: "Fine, I'll tell you how I pursued my wife, but whether it works or not depends mainly on your face. With that stinky face, no one will be interested."

Duan Muze: "..."

He stiffly raised the corners of his mouth, listening to Zhao Qing's method of pursuing someone.

He did have different feelings for Yin Luo; perhaps he had really forgotten something important.

*

The next day, Yin Luo saw the familiar black sedan as soon as he went downstairs. He paused, then immediately regained his composure, pretending not to see it and continuing to walk forward.

Soon, Duan Muze got out of the car and blocked his way.

Yin Luo tried to walk around it, but was blocked again, and only then did he slowly raise his eyes.

She was almost startled when she looked up.

Duan Muze had dark circles under his eyes, and his face was visibly tired. Yin Luo thought he wasn't fully recovered from his illness: "Dr. Zhao told you to rest for a few more days, didn't he?"

Duan Muze breathed a sigh of relief when Yin Luo was willing to talk to him: "I'm not sick."

Yin Luo hummed in confusion, then heard Duan Muze say in a serious tone: "I had a dream all night last night, and it was all about you."

Yin Luo: "!"

Even if Duan Muze hadn't said anything, he knew what kind of dream he was having!

This pervert hadn't changed at all.

Yin Luo kept a cold face and ignored him. Seeing that he was about to leave, Duan Muze said urgently, "I went to see Dr. Zhao yesterday. My memory has indeed become a bit distorted."

Yin Luo saw that he had gotten to the point: "And then?"

Duan Muze leaned down

, his gaze fixed on Yin Luo's face.

He finally understood why he had experienced various emotional fluctuations when he saw Yin Luo yesterday—even without his memory, this person was still special to him.

Especially now, with the other person standing in front of him, he felt his heart relax and his whole mood was very pleasant.

Yin Luo felt a chill run down his spine from Duan Muze's gaze. In the past, whenever Duan Muze gave him that look, he would be hugged and kissed for a long time. He subconsciously felt weak in the knees and took several steps back.

Then he heard Duan Muze say, "Even if what you say is true, we must have done some very intimate things, maybe..."

Yin Luo had a bad feeling: "...Hmm?"

Duan Muze: "Doing these things again will help with memory recovery."

Yin Luo's eyes widened, looking at the man opposite him in disbelief. How could this person still be so lewd even after amnesia? He showed a disgusted expression: "We already used this method yesterday, and you still didn't remember, did you?"

He thought this would deter Duan Muze, but he didn't expect the man to be so shameless in reality: "Yesterday we only touched, we haven't tried anything else."

Yin Luo was both angry and embarrassed by what he said. Her fair face immediately turned pink, and soon, her neck and earlobes were also stained pink. She opened her mouth and told him to get lost.

Duan Muze paused.

An image immediately flashed through his mind—the boy lying on the bed, crying and begging him, and finally, seeing that his pleas were unsuccessful, telling him to get lost in the same way.

Even his eyelids were pink.

Just like Yin Luo's current appearance.

Duan Muze's heart pounded, and his breathing became erratic. He pressed down on Yin Luo's shoulder: "I think... I remember."

Yin Luo wavered slightly: "Remember what?"

Duan Muze said seriously: "We did it, didn't we?"

Yin Luo: "..."

His words were still those of a pervert.

He couldn't help but slap him.

This time he used some force, but the slap still carried a sweet scent. Duan Muze's usually indifferent eyes brightened, and a strange sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

Yin Luo looked at him with complicated emotions, thinking that this person was hopeless: "Don't come looking for me again."

But unlike his indifference yesterday, Duan Muze, after being slapped, was like a sticky plaster, impossible to shake off: "But we already kissed yesterday..."

Yin Luo raised an eyebrow.

This pervert was surprisingly innocent in this respect.

But Yin Luo was now angry at him and didn't want anything to do with him anymore, so she deliberately said: "You haven't kissed anyone else besides me, have you?"

Duan Muze paused.

Aside from the kiss Yinluo gave him yesterday, he hadn't had any intimate physical contact with anyone.

He was incredibly annoyed; why had he refused back then?

However, in a moment of distraction, Yinluo's next words plunged him into hell—

"But besides you, I've kissed other people."

Duan Muze froze.

Yinluo felt a little malicious, but seeing Duan Muze like this was incredibly satisfying. He always made sure others suffered too: "Well, you don't remember me anyway, so let's pretend we don't know each other."

"That way, I can find the next one."

Duan Muze's mind went blank. Yinluo's words echoed in his ears.

By the time he came to his senses, Yinluo was gone.

He panicked and immediately turned around, only to find a tall boy standing not far away beside Yinluo.

The two were chatting and laughing. They

looked exceptionally well-matched.

A strange jealousy welled up inside him, but he had no right to restrict Yinluo's friendships now. The thought of Yinluo being with other people in the future made him want to go crazy uncontrollably.

He forgot something very important.

Duan Muze's vision blurred, and he had a terrible headache. Once the initial shock subsided, he slumped weakly against the car, looking utterly defeated and dejected,

like a stray dog ​​with its tail drooping.

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