The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

Jiang Zhuo left without looking back.

Worried that something might happen to him, Yao Jinzhi quickly got up and followed him.

When she arrived on the first floor, she saw Jiang Zhuo hailing a taxi to leave.

Yao Jinzhi chased after her, but her foot slipped on the steps and she was about to fall down the fifth step when a hand caught her steadily.

Yao Jinzhi looked up and saw a pair of familiar amber eyes beneath the silver-white bangs.

"...Nannan?"

*

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhuo arrived at the psychological clinic and was told that it was Sunday and Dr. Song would not be seeing patients but would be making rounds in the inpatient department.

Taking advantage of the guard's inattention, Jiang Zhuo slipped into the ward.

He insisted on seeing Dr. Song today.

He was lucky; when he got to the second floor, he saw Dr. Song taking notes with a pen and paper.

"Dr. Song!"

Jiang Zhuo walked over quickly, "We meet again."

Dr. Song nodded. "How was the treatment I told you about last time?"

Jiang Zhuo shook his head.

Jiang Zhuo was candid with the psychologist, recounting how his older brother used hypnosis to make his girlfriend lose her memory and how he forced her to marry him.

Dr. Song stomped her feet in anger: "How could there be such a person!"

"You also think it's excessive, right?"

"This is outrageous! Do you have any photos? I want to see your sister-in-law."

Jiang Zhuo frowned and emphasized, "It's not my sister-in-law."

Dr. Song: "Didn't you say your brother married your ex-girlfriend? Then she's your sister-in-law."

"No, no!"

"Exactly!"

Jiang Zhuo finally noticed something was amiss.

Footsteps sounded behind me, followed by a deep voice, "Bed 34, what's wrong with you now?"

Jiang Zhuo turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat approaching. "Excuse me, this is my patient. Is he bothering you?"

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

"The patient? Isn't he Dr. Song?"

"I am Dr. Song."

The doctor's expression was serious: "It seems you've been fooled by him too. Patient 34 used to be a medical student, but he had a breakdown during his residency, so he keeps fantasizing that he's a doctor."

It took Jiang Zhuo a long time to find his voice.

"...Dr. Song, if someone has amnesia, and I want to make her remember me, can I do it by constantly stimulating and attacking the things she cared about most before?"

The doctor shook his head. "Of course not!"

"Sir, the worst thing you can do in a close relationship is to use passive-aggressive tactics and confrontation. Even if it's an enemy, you can't use these methods. Not only will they not remind her of you, they will only make her more resistant and disgusted with you."

……

At that time, inside the old house.

Jiang Yanci sat on the sofa in the bedroom, while Ruan Yang applied medicine to him.

—It wasn't Jiang Zhuo who hit him; it was Huo Shen who punched him yesterday, hitting the corner of his lip.

It wasn't obvious yesterday, but now there are small areas of purplish-blue discoloration.

The little girl had taken a bath, changed into a nightgown with a cartoon apple printed on her chest, and smelled of gardenias.

Jiang Yanci turned his head away, "No need to apply the medicine."

"No," Ruan Yang insisted, "only by applying medicine can the bruising be reduced."

She knelt on the sofa, leaning forward, and gently rubbed the ointment onto his lips with her slender fingers.

She was focused and didn't notice that her neckline was slightly open, revealing a small patch of white skin.

Jiang Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed.

How can you be so unguarded?

He put his arm around her slender waist and kissed her. "Not wearing anything?"

Ruan Yang trembled.

When she came out of the shower, she saw the injury on Jiang Yanci's lip. She didn't think too much about it and assumed that Jiang Zhuo had hit him. She just wanted to apply medicine to his lips.

At this moment, Ruan Yang realized that Jiang Yanci's burning gaze was on her heart. She was extremely embarrassed, so she hurriedly put down the ointment and stepped off the sofa.

"...I'll go change now."

"Need not."

Jiang Yanci pulled his arm back and said, "I really like it when it's just the two of us."

The little girl, caught off guard, fell into his arms.

As Jiang Yanci's muscular physique was crushed, he let out a muffled groan. The sound sent a shiver down Ruan Yang's spine, and a thin blush spread across her fair neck, extending into her thin, snow-white nightgown as she trembled slightly.

"So beautiful."

Jiang Yanci stared at that spot, his voice muffled, and kissed it.

Ruan Yang was flustered, her waist slumped from the kiss, and she breathed softly.

And feeling the slight trembling of her slender waist, it was as if she were offering him the little apple embroidered on her pajamas.

Jiang Yanci chuckled softly, "Baby's being so proactive?"

"...No, that's not it."

Her voice was soft and gentle, but Jiang Yanci deliberately bit her, causing her voice to tremble and become even more delicate, her eyes filled with a layer of mist.

The air was filled with a sweet fragrance.

Jiang Yanci's tongue touched his cheek.

She cries at the slightest touch and blushes at the slightest kiss.

How can someone be so delicate?

The ointment that had just been applied to her lips was now completely absorbed by the cotton nightgown, especially the little apple embroidered on her chest, which looked as if it had been soaked by rain.

"No..." Ruan Yang's voice trembled, "It's still daytime."

"Can we do it tonight?"

How can anyone answer such an awkward question?

Ruan Yang pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooping, refusing to speak, her pointed chin almost poking into the softness of her chest.

Both obedient and stubborn.

"Don't be afraid, let your husband kiss you."

"very beautiful."

……

Jiang Yanci was still keeping his promise.

But just a kiss was enough to exhaust poor Ruan Yang.

She lay on Jiang Yanci's pure black bed, her arms bearing the marks of kisses, and her fingertips bearing faint teeth marks.

The small gardenia on the windowsill had been in Jiang Yanci's room for who knows how long.

It was infused with the cool, woody fragrance from the inside out.

Poor thing.

Jiang Yanci lay on the bed, one arm around the poor little thing, coaxing her to sleep, while the other hand scrolled through messages on his phone.

He put aside his work these past two days because he had a backlog of approval processes that he needed to handle.

Just then, he received a half-minute video in his email.

Mr. Jiang, you can see for yourself what your wife is like.

*

As dusk settled outside the window, a faint light filtered in.

Ruan Yang opened her eyes, still unaware of what had happened.

She felt a strange sensation in her body.

"Awake?" a gentle voice asked.

He looked down and saw Jiang Yanci buried on her body, his face gentle, but his eyes were so dark they seemed to have a ghostly quality to them.

She flinched and struggled to remember.

But she was kissed, and her body suddenly went limp, and she cried out incessantly.

Once her vision adjusted to the darkness, she saw a familiar metal box beside the bed, its lid wide open.

Ruan Yang's eyes narrowed.

—This is a gift from Huo Shen to his brother on his eighteenth birthday!

Jiang Yanci smiled, her smile radiant.

"Little liar, choose one yourself."