Chapter 91 Another Resentful Husband Arrives: How Could You Forget Me?

Fei Ling's voice even sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Why do you always like him so much?

Fei Ling shouldn't have been there, but he couldn't stand Sang Li's tearful demeanor. She had no memories now; if she did, who knew how heartbroken he would be? He didn't like Chi Du; Chi Du had stolen Sang Li from him. Sang Li should belong to him. For so many years, before meeting Chi Du, she had always been by his side.

How could I possibly like someone else?

Would you feel sorry for someone else?

Sang Li: "Are you jealous?"

Fei Ling retorted, "Shouldn't I be jealous?"

Sang Li: "The two of us..."

Fei Ling: "What? Don't you know what our relationship is?"

It carries a faint sour taste.

Even though it was cold around her, her neck, behind her ears, and fingertips were all tingling from the heat of that kiss.

He was still holding her hand, and he didn't let go.

It's very tight.

So tense that even Sang Li could sense that he seemed somewhat nervous.

He was trembling slightly—his fingertips, pupils, hair, even his blood.

It was hard to tell whether Fei Ling was excited or overjoyed at the long-awaited reunion.

Sang Li suddenly wanted to know her past self before she lost her memory, and why she was involved with so many people.

Sang Li pursed her lips: "I don't know."

She didn't know what kind of relationship she had with him, or even with them.

Fei Ling seemed to be completely enraged by these words, or as if she had been shattered by something, and suddenly pulled her into her arms with great force.

The force wasn't strong, but it made Sang Li feel suffocated for a moment.

Fei Ling's body wasn't as hot as he looked; on the contrary, Sang Li felt a bit cool and cold.

Like a snake flicking its tongue.

He lowered his head and buried it in the crook of her neck, his voice hoarse and almost broken.

"It was Ike Watari who killed me."

"Why do you always side with him?"

"Shouldn't I receive your favoritism?"

"I have given so much for you."

He spoke as if he were revealing a huge secret, his voice trembling softly.

Wronged.

"He has killed me too many times."

"I'm really...in a lot of pain, it hurts so much."

Fei Ling's voice gradually lowered, from calm to resentment to suppressed pain.

"But I don't regret it."

"Because... I'm willing to do anything for you."

Sang Li stiffened, slowly raised her eyes, and looked at him.

She couldn't understand.

Although Fei Ling's voice sounded sour, she would believe him as long as his hand on her waist didn't wander around.

Men are all the same, as expected.

but.

Sang Li casually pinched Fei Ling's waist.

Fei Ling: !

Sang Li: Wow, it's actually quite thin.

It's also a bit soft.

Fei Ling gasped, "W-what are you doing?"

"You said, Chi Du killed you?" Sang Li changed the subject. She couldn't very well say, "Let me pinch your waist, is it A4 size?"

She frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Why would I want to kill you?"

Fei Ling: ...

Why would you pinch yourself?

Originally, Sang Li didn't have so many little tricks up her sleeve; she just liked to play with her legs.

Yes, Fei Ling has always felt that her legs are better looking than Chi Du's.

Sang Li once said that it's like jade, very comfortable in summer.

Fei Ling closed her eyes, her mind filled with the teasing look on Sang Li's face when she said those words.

simply.

He looks just like a tyrant!

Sang Li, however, was thinking about something else.

Why did Chi Du kill Fei Ling?

It sounds like Ike Watari is always eager to get involved wherever he goes.

Sang Li asked, "Why?"

Fei Ling took a deep breath: "Because... this is the only way to save you."

“Every time you get into trouble, every time you are on the verge of death… he will choose to offer me up.”

"Push me...to die in your place."

"Even if I can bear it, it will still hurt."

He feigned grievance, though he had long been accustomed to the pain of death.

Fei Ling hugged her tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "You can't forget me. Even if you forget Chi Du, you can't forget me, otherwise you'll be letting me down."

But she did forget.

He sounds like a true scumbag who starts a relationship and then abandons it.

Sang Li stood there blankly, letting him hold her, her mind a complete blank.

With each word he uttered, it felt as if something had suddenly pierced his heart.

She should have been able to remember.

If what Fei Ling said is true, this is all too crazy.

What exactly is he saying?

Who died?

Whom did I kill?

My mind is a mess.

But having a confused mind right now isn't a very important thing.

because.

Fei Ling looked like she was about to cry.

His breath was hot and rapid, swirling inch by inch along the side of her neck.

He was like a ghost that had crawled out of the dust.

They finally found a lifeline.

Sang Li felt a pang of guilt at his words, as if she and Chi Du had done something terrible. She finally raised her hand and gently patted his back to comfort him. Just as Sang Li was about to say something, Fei Ling suddenly leaned close to her ear.

Exhaling.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Scalding hot, yearning to flow.

“Lili,” he called her softly, his voice like a drop of wine falling into a blazing fire, “Don’t treat me like this.”

"The more you do this, the less I can't help myself."

His breath brushed past her earlobe, as if deliberately inducing her to tremble.

"I really, really want you."

Before Fei Ling could finish speaking, a kiss landed unexpectedly on her lips.

Like a burning firework, it contained long-suppressed desires and pain, engulfing her entirely.

It was him.

The kiss just now was definitely with this person.

Fei Ling's lips carried a distinct warmth, and her mouth was filled with a bittersweet scent of roses, much like a rose that had bloomed too profusely in the dead of night—fragrant, torn, and thorny.

In the end, it turned into wine.

The moment Sang Li froze, Fei Ling's hand had already gripped her waist, kneading it inch by inch.

The scent of roses seemed to form a tornado.

His kisses were passionate, even frantic, as if he wanted to swallow her whole and burn her and her memories away.

This kiss felt unlike any other.

It seemed to be gently washing her away, turning her into a rose-scented being.

Not particularly fierce, but every nerve in its body was blooming with roses.

It turned completely pink.

Hmm.

Now, there are people.

It's not that there are people, it's that it's impossible.

How can you kiss someone on the first date?

This seems a bit too much like a one-night stand.

One night stand.

Sang Li tried to dodge, but his hand gripped her waist tightly, his fingers exerting a slight force, and she could feel his almost trembling persistence even through her clothes.

As their lips and teeth intertwined, she could barely think; all she could hear was the thunderous roar of her own blood rushing through her eardrums.

Like ocean waves, crashing against the shore, one after another.

Sang Li was thinking about something.

Did she really do anything to wrong Fei Ling?

No, it seems like she has let everyone down.

Wait a minute, if she really did that, why would they all fall in love with her?

Because of "attraction"?

No, Sang Li doesn't think so.

***

Next to the BEAM-000 file shelf.

Lu Jin is reviewing Sang Li's file.

Under the cold, white light of the archives, fingertips traced the page numbers at the bottom, then gazed at the bold red text on the first page: 【BEAM-071】

[Identity Notes: Artificial Creature / Failed Experiment / Daytime Witch Replacement Project]

And a long, densely packed list of experiments.

There were too many, like countless dead insects covered in paper.

At this time, BEAM-071 was not yet called Sang Li.

It has no name.

There is only one code name.

Artificial body?

Daytime Witch.

Spinal fluid.

Lu Jin's heart skipped a beat.

Inside, there is a photo of Sang Li when she was a child, she looks to be six years old.

So cute.

She has big eyes.

It seems they don't yet understand what pain is.

Turn the page.

Lu Jin's pupils contracted slightly.

The page-turning motion unconsciously slowed down by half a beat.

Just as he expected, it contained records of human experiments and chilling descriptions of the test subjects.

[Exceptional eyesight, extraordinary memory, and a dulled response to pain stimuli.]

[Emotionally sensitive, with significant mood swings.]

[Injected with spinal fluid number 190, in an attempt to activate the remnant abilities of the Daylight Witch.]

[Result: Failure. BEAM-071 was unable to support the core structure, resulting in a severe rejection reaction in its physiological system and a coma. After injection of a powerful stabilizer, its vital signs stabilized.]

[Note: 071 does not possess the ability to live forever; its lifespan is expected to be no more than the average human lifespan.]

Experiment 2

Experiment 3

Experiment 4

The results were all failures.

Lu Jin turned the pages one by one, his knuckles gradually clenching.

My thoughts were dissected and fragmented by each piece of record.

“Resource recycling,” Lu Jin murmured.

That word is far too filthy.

It felt like a piece of ice was stuck in my throat. But my fingers couldn't stop; they kept turning over and over.

This file was so thick, thicker than any other file he had ever looked through.