Jing Jihan turned around and saw Shi Su’s resentful gaze, meeting her eyes. Before he could remind her to retie her bathrobe’s loose belt, the woman, kneeling on the bed with disheveled hair, suddenly lunged at him as if ready to bite. At the instant Jing Jihan reached the bed, she pounced on him, forcefully pushing the man down onto his back. When she lunged at him, fearing she’d fall off the bed, Jing Jihan not only refrained from defending himself but also directly raised his arm to hold her, instantly being pressed down by Shi Su with unexpected strength. In the blink of an eye, inexplicably, Shi Su had him pinned under her, sitting on him with a queen-like posture, refusing to let him move. Jing Jihan looked down at her. Shi Su’s bathrobe belt had loosened quite a bit, yet she was entirely unaware, keeping him pinned while forcefully pressing her hand on his chest, glaring down at him. Shi Su ordered arrogantly like a queen. "What... do you want to do?" Jing Jihan stayed motionless, gazing calmly at the alluring yet unaware woman. His Adam’s apple moved slightly with a swallow, his voice deep with a warning and a touch of hoarseness. Shi Su suddenly squinted her eyes, grabbed the collar of the man’s recently changed shirt, glared at him for a while, and then suddenly looked aggrieved: "I already said I’m hot, so hot! Yet you keep blowing, blowing, blowing! Ji Han, do you really think I won’t throw you down the cliff?" Great, post-drinking memory confusion, and she only remembers him as Ji Han. Jing Jihan glanced at her posture on him, simultaneously seeing her bathrobe belt, closed his eyes briefly, and sighed helplessly, raising his hand to help her tie it— Shi Su still gripping his collar didn’t give him a chance to move, arrogantly thinking she was heavy enough to hold him down, continued her command, "I said don’t move! Move again, and I’ll..." "Punish you by not allowing you to eat chocolate for a month!" A vein throbbed on Jing Jihan’s forehead, unsure if it was because of her shifting posture or this chocolate threat. "Shi Su, I am not Shi Mianmian." He said deeply and slowly, while simultaneously reminding her that it was him in the room with her. If she didn’t restrain herself, he doubted his usual self-control would remain as unwavering when it came to her. "Oh, right, you’re not." Shi Su suddenly looked down at him, staring at his face without moving, then suddenly lowered her head, nearly bumping his chin but stopped, examining his face up and down as if it were some rare treasure, cupped his face with both hands, and softly said, "You are Ji Han... not right... you are not Ji Han..." Shi Su’s lowering posture. The open neckline of the bathrobe. Almost entirely losing its original coverage. She rubbed the man’s perfectly contoured face forcefully, muttering, "Ji Han, Ji Han, Ji Han Ji Han Ji Han... why aren’t you Ji Han? Now I don’t even dare to scold you..." "Why aren’t you Ji Han... Do you know, our bedroom... is now so empty..." Shi Su looked at his face with melancholy, her voice still tenderly muttering, "Why don’t you become Ji Han again... I’ll cook noodles for you... I’ll add more eggs... Hmm, one, two... no, four eggs! I’ll add five, six even!" Shi Su spoke as she leaned closer to him. Perhaps she wasn’t aware of what she was doing; everything was instinctual. Either rubbing his face or pulling his collar, sometimes like a queen, other times like a little girl acting spoiled, occasionally feeling aggrieved and questioning him. Jing Jihan endured her ravaging for quite a while, raising his hand to push her away, but she fiercely warned him not to move. He shouldn’t have let her drink glass after glass earlier. Especially tonight when most on the table were the old master’s cherished vintage wines, high in alcohol content and aged for years; even a small amount was enough to make an average drinker fairly drunk, and Shi Su drank at least five or six glasses tonight. Shi Su’s bathrobe opened more and more; she finally felt a hint of chill seep in, instinctively clinging closer to him, resembling an octopus sprawled motionlessly on him. Unaware that her constant moving back-and-forth made the man beneath her instantly tense. Both had been drinking; Jing Jihan didn’t drink much, and his tolerance was high enough not to lose clarity from just a couple of drinks. But with the alcohol vaporizing, both their temperatures were slightly elevated. Shi Su nestled her face in his neck hollow, as if she found a very comfortable bed, rubbed against it, and contentedly sighed. Jing Jihan lowered his head, looking at the person close at hand. Shi Su’s freshly dried hair messily scattered over her and partly on him, her flushed cheeks against the warmly glowing shoulders, all being a tormenting test of endurance. She lay unmoving, lazily responding, seeming nearly asleep on him. "Do you know where you are?" The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 "This is the Jing Family." "Oh..." She kept her eyes closed, her face against his chest, her voice sleepy and whiny from the alcohol: "The Jing Family..." Mumbling in her mouth, yet clearly unaware of what the Jing Family was. "Do you know what you’re doing now?" Not understanding the question, Shi Su lifted her head from his embrace to look at him, with eyes somewhat unfocused yet smiling widely: "Ji Han, are you having amnesia again, don’t think you can fool me, I knew long ago you remembered everything... big liar..." Jing Jihan caught her suddenly thrown punch, holding it, his deep black eyes reflecting a heavy inkiness, his voice extremely hoarse: "Who am I?" "Ji Han." Shi Su looked like a clever student answering a question, but then puzzled herself, thought for a moment, and added another word: "Jing." Jing Jihan gazed at her steadily, still unresponsive, and Shi Su suddenly realizing something from the word "Jing," sat straight up: "Ah, I need to go keep Mr. Jing company drinking!" Saying that, she directly climbed off him, hurriedly got off the bed. But as one foot hit the floor, not entirely down, the man she’d spent half a day oppressing somehow had already risen, instantly making her wrist heavy, and her vision suddenly spun, abruptly repressed back by the man—