When he woke up, Mo Linyuan's mind was filled with Si Jin, and he had no time to think about anything else.

Only after Si Jin reminded me did I notice the changes in my surroundings.

It seems... we've arrived at the Church of Aphrodite.

That place he both knew and hated.

He immediately pulled Si Jin into his arms and cautiously looked around.

Only after confirming there was no danger did she breathe a sigh of relief, then replied, "It hurts..."

Si Jin's expression tightened.

Thinking that the Little Heavenly Monarch's consciousness had not fully healed Mo Linyuan's injuries, he was about to use divine power to repair them again when he heard Mo Linyuan speak again.

“I used to hear people say that kissing can relieve pain.”

"So, Jinjin, can you kiss me more?"

Si Jin paused, her hand poised to heal the wound.

Her heartache vanished, she pushed Mo Linyuan away, sat up, and spoke softly.

"Keep hurting, you deserve to die from the pain."

Mo Linyuan: ...

What should I do if my wife dislikes me for being a pervert?

I need help urgently.

Seeing Si Jin get up, the demon was completely at a loss.

He stood up and followed, changing the subject to a more serious one.

"Jinjin, what's going on?"

"Weren't we in the Misty Forest? How did we get here?"

Si Jin was unaware that the main consciousness had taken away all her memories.

He thought that Little Heavenly Lord would at least leave some clues for his current self, so that Mo Linyuan would understand the objective facts that had already happened.

She replied without any politeness, "You're the one who brought me here. You woke me up and let me rest here."

"Don't try to get close to me by asking questions you already know the answer to. I don't fall for that."

"Is that so?" Mo Linyuan really couldn't remember.

His memory ended after he hugged Si Jin in the Misty Forest.

No matter how I try to recall, it's all a blank.

The only thing I remember is seeing Si Jin like that; it broke my heart.

All I wanted to do was hold him tight, nothing else mattered...

Just as he was pondering this, he saw Si Jin suddenly turn around and look at him.

The demon, lost in his memories, suddenly collided with a pair of charming and beautiful peach blossom eyes.

My heart felt like it had been struck, and it started pounding regardless of the occasion.

Si Jin noticed something amiss in his tone, raised her eyes, and looked intently at Mo Linyuan.

—Judging from the situation, it was clear that the main consciousness had completely taken away that memory, leaving not a single bit for Mo Linyuan.

In other words, Mo Linyuan was both injured and kept in the dark.

He looks silly.

Pitiful and wronged.

Well, Si Jin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: That's his A Yuan.

The main consciousness doesn't feel sorry for him, but he does.

So, she raised her hand and placed it on Mo Linyuan's chest.

From Mo Linyuan's perspective, his god lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes obscuring most of the emotions in his eyes.

He carefully placed his right hand on the already healed wound, as if examining it.

After a moment, he spoke in a serious tone: "It seems that A Yuan is really seriously injured, he doesn't even remember what he did."

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Si Jin's soft tone revealed a hint of self-reproach, which once again tugged at Mo Linyuan's heartstrings.

The demon, unaware that it had fallen into a carefully crafted trap by the gods, frowned and blamed itself.

Honestly, what's past is past. Why question these things when you have nothing better to do?

The most important thing is that Jinjin is alright.

Now he's going to feel guilty again.

Mo Linyuan paused, about to apologize, when he saw Si Jin slightly tiptoe and gently seal his lips with hers.

Mo Linyuan was startled, his heart racing.

After a long while, Si Jin finally released him and asked, "How is it now? Does the wound still hurt?"

Mo Linyuan then recalled what he had said when he first asked for a kiss: "A kiss will make it stop hurting."

He thought Jinjin wouldn't let him have his way, but now...

The demon paused for a moment, and faced with the unusually gentle deity, suddenly wanted to push his luck a little further.

He reached out and hugged Si Jin, pouting, "It still hurts a little bit, what should we do?"