A mischievous thought popped into Ni Sitian's mind, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

She snuggled closer to Xu Tingchuan, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sat down on his lap.

"Brother Tingchuan, I'm so scared." Ni Sitian nestled her head into his neck, breathing heavily on it, and said softly, "I suddenly remembered being locked in a very dark place, and I can hardly breathe."

Xu Tingchuan knew she was referring to the container incident, so he put his arm around her and gently patted her back, saying, "It's all in the past. Don't be afraid. No one can hurt you anymore."

"My heart aches so much," Ni Sitian said, panting as she grabbed his hand back onto her body. "You rubbed it for me."

Xu Tingchuan thought she was terrified, so he actually started massaging her buttocks. But why did her buttocks keep shifting in such a sensitive area? And why did her breath keep going into his neck and ears?

She held his hand, but why did the rubbing go further and further down?

How could he not react when a woman he loved so much was in his arms like this? His whole body tensed up, and his erection was already showing.

"Oh dear, Brother Tingchuan, you've been hiding a dagger!" Ni Sitian reached for it again, then wriggled out of his arms and said in a particularly innocent tone.

Xu Tingchuan had already realized something was wrong. Even seventeen-year-old Ni Sitian knew what this was. Seeing her suppressing a laugh, he suddenly realized something, his pupils contracted in surprise, and he grabbed Ni Sitian's shoulders: "You remembered!"

"Brother Tingchuan, it's not easy to talk to me when you're pointing a dagger at me." Ni Sitian was trying to suppress her laughter, but she couldn't help but laugh at the way his sword looked like it was about to be drawn.

Xu Tingchuan was overjoyed. He only ever spoke and acted this way when Ni Sitian was playing pranks on him in bed.

He quickly pulled Ni Sitian into his arms, his chest heaving violently. His lover was back, completely and utterly back.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Ni Sitian buried her face in his shoulder, suppressing her mischievous laughter, and hugged him back, saying softly.

Xu Tingchuan really didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly. He originally thought it might take at least a year and a half, or maybe he would never recover.

Although he could make Ni Sitian, who had lost her memory, fall in love with him again, the meaning would be different. They had such beautiful memories together, so many firsts, and it would be so lonely if only he remembered them.

Ni Sitian felt his force, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood. He must have been really worried sick.

She slept for so long that she forgot about him when she woke up and treated him with such a strange attitude.

But he really has a knack for charming young girls; he's quite adept at it, managing to win over a seventeen-year-old girl so quickly and make her so trusting and close to him.

She was different from Zhi Lan; she was always slow to warm up to people, and it would take her a year or two to get to know someone properly. He, on the other hand, managed to coax her into bed with him in just a few days.

Speaking of sharing a bed, the glass door and the bricks on the wall couldn't possibly be broken. He must have tampered with them. He's quite adept at gaining sympathy.

"Hey, how long are you going to hold your dagger to your son?" Ni Sitian shifted in his arms and said with a smile.