At this moment, Cui Liyi didn’t want to care about anything else. He held Su Muyao, completely unwilling to let go.

The person in his arms wasn’t a corpse, but someone with warmth, giving him a sense of regaining something he had lost.

Because of this regained feeling, his whole body couldn’t help but tremble.

He felt like he was going insane.

So he couldn’t help but continue to let his lips fall upon her.

He caressed her smooth hair, unwilling to let go, so his lips again drifted down to her hair.

Every action carried with it a reverent cherish.

Then sliding slowly down her hair, grazing her smooth forehead, finally stopping at her soft cheek, and upon her lips.

Then came the lingering kisses.

His lips carried a chill, not daring to go deeper, not daring to part her lips, for fear of waking her.

He could only alleviate his longing in this way.

But his overwhelming longing, impossible to dissolve, engulfed him like a tide.

He could hardly restrain himself, wishing he could crush the person in his arms, merge them into his own flesh and blood, never to be separated again.

The depths of his eyes surged with thick darkness as he looked down at Su Muyao, his gaze filled with love and obsession.

It was a look of possessiveness and greed intertwined.

The closer he got, the more violently the desire in his heart surged.

Perhaps because at this moment, the dark thoughts and greed in his heart constantly grew, the cold dark energy inside his body uncontrollably spilled out once again.

This dark energy, like strands of black threads, wrapped around him, threading into his limbs and bones.

This was the aura of the Destructive Black Lotus, growing like vines, nurtured by the darkness and vicious energy in his heart.

It could even continuously cultivate the vicious energy in his heart, magnifying that bit of greed infinitely.

Yes, he had to admit, he wanted to keep her forever by his side, wanted her eyes to only hold him, never to leave, never to be hurt or die.

Even if she could be reborn, he couldn’t bear it.

"Uhh..."

Cui Liyi let out a muffled sound, and in the instant he was about to lose control, he quickly released Su Muyao.

He almost used all his strength to forcibly suppress the surging love within him.

He wanted to wait until she woke up and then...

At this moment, Cui Liyi’s body was still trembling slightly, both agitated and shaken by emotion.

But there was still that internal dark energy spreading, which he tried hard to suppress but couldn’t hold down.

Realizing something, Cui Liyi let Su Muyao gently lie down on the bed.

He then sat up straight, quickly forming hand seals with his hands, golden runes flowed from his fingertips, entering his body.

The runes circulated within his meridians, forming a strong restriction, thoroughly suppressing that restless dark energy, along with the boiling blood and awakening heat within him being forcibly pushed down.

"Don’t even think about awakening, don’t even think about controlling me again."

Although his true self is a Chaos Wild Beastman, he doesn’t want to fully awaken to become a Chaos Wild Beastman. Once truly awakened, it would engulf all his emotions and consciousness.

If serious, he might even be devoured by the power of his clan’s bloodline, forgetting all past bonds, becoming cold and ruthless, decisive in killing.

Even more bloodthirsty.

Because he represents the power of destruction, he can easily be influenced or even controlled by the power of the Destructive Black Lotus.

He would no longer be himself.

If he no longer had emotions or consciousness, would he end up harming this beloved person before his eyes with his own hands?

He didn’t dare take that risk, because that was something he would never allow to happen, no matter the cost.

He absolutely couldn’t hurt her again.

Not even in the slightest.

But at the same time, he was incredibly anxious, afraid his obsession and darkness would frighten her, even more afraid she would hate him and never forgive him once she knew all their past.

The thought of that possibility nearly drove Cui Liyi mad.

How could his world be without her?

"No, absolutely not."

He still remembered the look of disappointment, loneliness, and pain in her eyes.

After much struggle, a resolute glint flashed through Cui Liyi’s eyes.

He lifted his hand, sealing his fingers with a hand sign, gathering a thread of soft golden spiritual power, gently pointing it at his own forehead, unknown as to what power he drew from it, and then pressing it on Su Muyao’s forehead.

Immediately, a mark appeared on Su Muyao’s forehead.

This was a secret sealing technique from their clan, capable of temporarily sealing her memory, erasing all past bonds.

"Aluo, let’s start over, this time, whatever you want to do, I’ll be with you."

"Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you."

"As long as you don’t leave."

"Don’t hate me, and don’t stop loving me."

With every word he spoke, Cui Liyi’s voice carried a lingering tone.

After he finished, his tense nerves eased slightly, and he couldn’t help but lean down, once again gently kissing her hair, cheek, even her slender fingers. Each kiss carried an obsessive madness, yet was forcibly suppressed by him, leaving only tender appearances. He didn’t want her to wake up and see him like this.

What she liked should be his disguised self.

That gentle and refined facade.

Ha, he, a Chaos Wild Beastman, how could he really be like that?

He was meant to embody slaughter.

His fingers gently caressed her cheek, "Aluo, however you like me, that’s how I’ll be."

"It’s okay, I can pretend, even if it means pretending forever, as long as you like it."

If Cui Liyi’s subordinates were here right now, they wouldn’t believe what they were seeing and hearing.

Their supreme master, how could he become a madman just because of a female?

How could he be consumed with nothing but love?

But this is the truth.

...

Unknown how much time passed, Su Muyao slowly opened her eyes.

As she opened her eyes, her head throbbed painfully, her mind a complete blank.

Just seeing the scenes in the room seemed both familiar and unfamiliar; the carved wooden bed, the plain-colored curtains, and the faint lingering scent in the air all gave her a sense of déjà vu.

But no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn’t remember any related memories.

She sat up and murmured, "Where is this...?"

What happened to her, why was her mind a blank, so many memories seemed instantly blurred.

She vaguely felt like she had forgotten someone important and something important.

"What have I forgotten?"

"Why can’t I remember."

She stood up, wanting to walk outside, but as soon as she stood, she found her body weak, promptly sitting back on the bed.

"Why am I so weak?"

She instinctively felt that she shouldn’t be this weak.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and a tall, exceedingly beautiful figure walked in.

It was a stunningly beautiful man, his features like a painting, skin fairer than snow.

His long hair flowed like silk, dressed in a thin scarlet robe, its light and loose fabric revealing a white chest and collarbone, adorned with a vermillion mark.

The smooth lines of his skin were faintly visible under his attire, making his skin appear even more translucent.

He seemed to have just showered, his long hair still damp, a few strands stuck to his neck, with crystalline drops of water sliding down his hair, across his exquisite collarbone, dropping into the depths of his robe, outlining an extremely enticing curve.

He carried an alluring charm, naturally born.

In his hand was a white jade tray, with exquisite dishes arranged within, and he walked lightly to the bedside.

As he walked closer, Su Muyao clearly saw his features and couldn’t help but catch her breath.

There was a lazy allure in his every move, so captivating it was impossible to look away.

She inexplicably found the person before her incredibly familiar, yet her mind was still blank, with no memory of him.

Cui Liyi revealed an endlessly gentle and tender smile, "Wife, you’re awake."