Chapter 11 The Disaster of Failed "Reset"

Watching the once feared Flute Leader stumble like a lost beast before collapsing in the dust in front of his Lotus Tower, Li Lianhua's heart clenched. The fear that flashed through him was incredibly real—he feared the Green Tea poison had fully taken effect, or that he had suffered irreparable damage.

He hurried forward to investigate, only to discover that the man was simply suffering from disordered internal energy, extreme fatigue, and a strange drug. The most peculiar thing was that his pulse showed that... his memory was impaired?

Li Lianhua was stunned, and then an indescribable, almost despicable feeling of relief quietly arose in her.

Forgot?

Forget it! Forget those awkward confessions, forget the hot spring scene, forget whether he was Li Xiangyi or Li Lianhua, forget that damned "I want you"... The suffocating relationship between them can finally be reset! He can finally breathe!

He dragged the person into the building with great effort, almost feeling relieved, and took good care of him, detoxifying and conditioning him.

However, Li Lianhua soon discovered that he was too happy too early.

After Di Feisheng woke up from amnesia, her eyes were blank for a moment, then they focused on him again. The previous exploration, scrutiny, and overbearing possessiveness were gone from her eyes, replaced by something purer, more straightforward, and more undeniable—complete dependence and determination.

He seemed to rely on some kind of beast-like intuition to determine that Li Lianhua was the only safe place in his empty world.

"You..." Di Feisheng said, his voice hoarse but with an unquestionable certainty, "You are mine."

Li Lianhua: “???” Bro, how come your logic is even more shocking now that you’ve lost your memory?!

He tried to explain: "Master Di, you misunderstood, I just..."

Before he could finish his words, Di Feisheng had already reached out and naturally grasped his wrist. His strength was not strong, but it carried the implication that he would never let go. "I recognize you. I recognize you right here." He pointed to his heart with his other hand, then opened his palm to reveal the three words, "And this. It's you."

Li Lianhua looked at the name that was deeply engraved in her bones, her scalp tingling and all the words of explanation were stuck in her throat.

From then on, Li Lianhua’s nightmare began.

The amnesiac Di Feisheng completely threw away all worldly etiquette and interpersonal distance, and carried out the belief of "you are mine" to the extreme.

Wherever Li Lianhua went, he followed her, like a silent and tall shadow. Whether she was collecting herbs, consulting with patients, or even going to the toilet, he would always stay within her sight.

When Li Lianhua was cooking, he would sit by the stove and watch, reaching out to try to help from time to time, but he would often end up knocking over dishes or making the fire too big.

Li Lianhua was reading a book, so he sat down next to him. Although he couldn't understand what he was reading, his eyes were always fixed on his profile.

When Li Lianhua talks to others, he will immediately tense up and his eyes become alert and displeased, as if his territory has been invaded.

What makes Li Lianhua most upset is sleeping!

On the first night, Li Lianhua made a bed on the floor and gestured for Di Feisheng to sleep on the only bed. Di Feisheng looked at the bed, then at the floor. He walked over directly, picked up Li Lianhua by the waist, and laid him on the bed. He then lay down on top of him, his arms naturally wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his arms, his chin resting on the top of his head.

"This way, you can sleep," he announced calmly, as if it was a matter of course.

Li Lianhua was as stiff as a rock, completely exploding: "Di Feisheng! Let me go! Get down and sleep on the floor!"

"No." Di Feisheng refused decisively, holding her arms tighter. "I feel safe and at ease being close to you. I can fall asleep." After losing his memory, he seemed to be more able to face his instinctive needs - being close to Li Lianhua could ease the emptiness and uneasiness in his heart, and bring him unprecedented peace.

Li Lianhua's struggle was in vain, and her internal strength was inferior to the other person's. In the end, she could only lie down in despair, staying awake in the other person's warm and oppressive embrace until dawn.

The second night, the third night... every night.

Di Feisheng seemed to be able to fall asleep peacefully only when he held him, his breathing steady and long. Meanwhile, Li Lianhua, initially extremely resistant and awkward, gradually became numb, helpless, and even... shamefully accustomed to the warmth and scent of this overbearing humanoid pillow.

The amnesiac Di Feisheng became even more straightforward, and often said things that made Li Lianhua want to sew his mouth shut.

For example, he would suddenly lean over to Li Lianhua's neck to sniff it, then seriously comment: "It smells good. Mine."

Li Lianhua: “…” (Am I burning incense?!)

For example, if he saw a village girl giving Li Lianhua eggs to express her gratitude, he would immediately step forward, separating the two of them, staring at the village girl with cold eyes until she ran away. Then he would turn to Li Lianhua and say, "These are mine. No one else is allowed to touch them."

Li Lianhua: “…” (That’s the consultation fee! The consultation fee!)

He even began to learn how to "take care" of Li Lianhua. Although the results were often counterproductive: he burned through the medicine pot while boiling medicine, spread precious herbs next to the chicken coop when drying medicinal materials, and nearly drowned the dog while bathing a vixen...

Li Lianhua lives in dire straits every day. She has to take care of this "giant baby" who cannot take care of himself, deal with his ubiquitous direct attacks and clingy behavior, and hide her own secrets. She is exhausted.

He sighed countless times: This is worse than that aggressive Di Feisheng who was determined to expose his identity! At least that one could still reason with others (force is also reason), but this one now... there is no way to communicate at all!

He looked at Di Feisheng, who had become unusually pure after losing her memory, who only revolved around him and was even a little...silly. The relief in his heart had long since disappeared, leaving only endless helplessness and a sour softness that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

What he didn't know was that some deep-buried instincts were quietly awakening in the amnesiac Di Feisheng. And once his memory returned, the undisguised, overbearing and pure dependence and possessiveness that had existed during the amnesia would erupt in an even more violent way.

It was a dark night, and only one oil lamp flickered in the Lotus Tower, casting two overlapping, slightly swaying shadows on the wall.

As he had done so many nights before, Di Feisheng naturally held Li Lianhua in his arms, his chin resting on the crown of his head, his breathing steady. Having lost his memory, his mind was as pure as a child's, yet he possessed the instincts and stubbornness of a wild animal. He knew only that being close to the person in his arms dispelled the coldness and unease in his empty world, bringing him unprecedented peace. So, instinctively, he clung to her tightly, refusing to let go.

Li Lianhua had long since given up his pointless struggle. His stiff body gradually relaxed under the familiar warmth, and he even shamefully began to feel a bit tired. Just as his consciousness was about to drift off into sleep, he clearly sensed something changing in Di Feisheng's body.

Some kind of... change in the body, a change with a strong sense of presence.

Li Lianhua instantly woke up, her body stiff as iron, even holding her breath. Here it comes! Here it comes again! Although she had become much more confused after losing her memory, her body's instinctive reaction seemed to be...

Di Feisheng behind him seemed to be awakened by this unfamiliar, intense commotion. He shifted restlessly, a muffled, confused sound emanating from his throat. The arm around Li Lianhua's waist unconsciously tightened, as if trying to ease the pain by clinging even more tightly.

"Lotus..." He rubbed Li Lianhua uncomfortably, his breathing became heavy and hot, all sprayed in the crook of Li Lianhua's neck, "...uncomfortable..."

His voice was filled with pure grievance and a plea for help caused by the loss of control of his body, completely devoid of his usual cold and domineering tone.

Li Lianhua's scalp tingled, and she tried to break free: "You...you let me go and calm down..."

"No..." Di Feisheng hugged her even tighter, as if a drowning man were grabbing a piece of driftwood. He buried his burning face in Li Lianhua's neck and shoulders, clinging to her lovingly, his tone even carrying a hint of imperceptible coquettishness and dependence, "...help me..."

"Help you with what?! How can I help you?!" Li Lianhua was embarrassed and anxious, her ears red as blood, and her voice trembled. Was he going to teach an amnesiac martial arts fanatic how to solve his own problems?!

Di Feisheng seemed stumped by this question, too. He knew only that the discomfort had arisen (or rather, intensified) from being near Li Lianhua, and he instinctively felt that only Li Lianhua could alleviate it. Instinctively, he grabbed one of Li Lianhua's wrists, and with a somewhat rough, yet somewhat helpless, gesture, he pressed the slightly cold hand down to his body.

"It hurts... here..." He gasped, his voice hoarse, "Just touch it... it will be fine..."

When her palm touched it, Li Lianhua felt as if she was burned by an iron. She wanted to retract her hand suddenly, but Di Feisheng held her hand down tightly and she could not move.

"Di Feisheng! How dare you! Let go!" Li Lianhua was so ashamed and angry that she felt like she was on fire.

"Lotus..." Di Feisheng only hugged him tighter, like a wounded trapped beast, repeatedly whispering in his ear, her tone filled with pure pain and dependence, "...Don't go away..."

The helplessness and complete trust in that voice were like a fine needle that unexpectedly pierced the softest part of Li Lianhua's heart. His struggling movements gradually stopped.

He could feel the powerful body behind him trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from an unfamiliar, uncontrollable emotion. And this powerful man, like a child, was now unreservedly revealing his most primitive vulnerability to him, convinced that only he could save it.

Li Lianhua closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her heart torn between shame, embarrassment, helplessness, and a hint of... indescribable softness.

In the end, that damn soft heart and the doctor's (or, breeder's) mentality prevailed.

He stopped struggling resignedly and let Di Feisheng stick close to him.

"...Don't move." His voice was dry, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Di Feisheng immediately stopped moving obediently, just pressing her hot forehead against the back of his neck, making a vague and expectant whimper.

Li Lianhua's heart was beating like a drum and her cheeks were so hot that she could fry an egg on them.

"Uh..." Di Feisheng suddenly raised his head and let out an uncontrollable, hoarse growl, embedding Li Lianhua deeper in his arms, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones and blood.

After a moment, everything returned to calm.

Li Lianhua pulled her hand back abruptly, as if bitten by a snake. She curled up, facing away from Di Feisheng, feeling ashamed.

As the flute played, his body regained its softness, and an unprecedented sense of comfort and sleepiness swept over him. He contentedly wrapped his arms around Li Lianhua's waist again, his cheek pressed against her back, his voice filled with the laziness and dependence of satiety: "... Lianhua..."

After saying this, he fell into a deep sleep, his breathing steady and long, as if the thrilling experience just now was just an insignificant episode before going to bed.

Li Lianhua was left alone, staring at the darkness with eyes wide open, feeling the even breathing and the still close body temperature coming from behind him. He felt mixed emotions in his heart: shame, helplessness, regret, and a little bit... a strange palpitation that he himself was unwilling to admit.

He has been practicing medicine and saving lives all his life, and even delivered babies, but he has never done... something like this!

And the target is Di Feisheng!

After losing his memory, Di Feisheng became extremely clingy, straightforward, and surprisingly demanding in some aspects!

Li Lianhua thought desperately: When will this day ever end?!