Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 575 - 422. I Am Here (1st Update)

In the darkness, there was a soft sound, but Shi Nian was startled.

The footsteps circled behind her. She could feel that person looking at her back from a certain distance, neither too close nor too far.

But at least, there was no hostility.

She took a deep breath, intending to turn her head. But the owner of those footsteps was faster, already three steps away behind her.

Then came a gentle and low command: "Don’t move."

The man’s voice came through the darkness and fog, hoarse, yet inexplicably stirred her heart.

She listened intently, trying to identify the voice. It felt inexplicably familiar, inexplicably stirring her heartstrings, yet—she couldn’t quite place it.

She inhaled quietly: "Who are you? A villager, or the owner of that photography blog online?"

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There weren’t many people in the village, but there was a high level of movement. She thought it might be a relative from someone’s family who had returned from afar, someone she hadn’t met. Of course, she hoped this was the blog owner she was searching for.

Even though he forbade her from turning around, she indeed felt no malice.

She wasn’t afraid.

He took a deep breath: "You... don’t recognize me."

It was expected, wasn’t it?

But even though he was mentally prepared for this, it was still somewhat distressing to have it confirmed.

Her heart silently trembled along with his. From the way he spoke, it seemed she was supposed to recognize him, yet she couldn’t.

She felt a little unwilling, but still calmly explained: "I had a car accident a year ago, suffered a head injury, so everyone in the village knows I might forget some things, some people. But I’ve been working hard, repeating memories every day. I’m confident I’ll recover, that I’ll remember everything and everyone."

She quietly tilted her head, "Judging by your tone, you’re someone I used to know, right? I should recognize you by your voice, shouldn’t I? I know I’m being rude, but please don’t get angry. Please remind me, I promise I’ll remember it this time. Is that okay?"

He let out a light hum: "There’s no need. It’s understandable you don’t remember my voice; since you don’t remember it, you surely won’t recall my face or name. Even if I told you, it would mean nothing to you."

Shi Nian frowned: "Why?"

He sighed quietly in his heart: Because vision and hearing are the clearest symbols of a person in surface consciousness. People mainly rely on them to recognize others. So, to hide a person’s memory through psychological means, it primarily targets the records of these two senses.

But these details, at this moment, he didn’t want to tell her too much.

He took a step forward, walked behind her, and softly teased: "Naturally, because you don’t love me deeply enough."

It wasn’t a complaint, just a lover’s tease. All he wanted was for her to love him more deeply because of it.

Shi Nian was startled.

This stranger, what was he saying?

How could she possibly love another man outside of her husband? Her husband treated her so well, and they shared a bond like Jieyou, how could she love someone else?

She became annoyed, clenching her fists silently: "Please don’t say such frivolous and absurd things. I’ve confirmed I couldn’t possibly know you: the people I know must all have noble character, I would never know someone who speaks like you!"

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Instead of getting angry at her scolding, he felt a sweet, peculiar sensation wrap around his heart.

He hadn’t lied, but he knew deep down he was taking advantage of her. Even though he was reluctant, her anger made her so adorable that he couldn’t help himself.

She was right in front of him, after 17 months, standing so vividly in front of him. And she appeared to be thriving. He was relieved, but his heart immediately raced again.

The misty fog slowed the air’s circulation, like a layer of gauze, wrapping her scent, which cascaded to his nostrils. Merely breathing in slightly, he felt intoxicated.

And she was so close, close enough to reach out and touch her.

His heart naturally became chaotic.

He gazed at her back. Her slightly wavy hair was braided into a loose braid, slung across her left shoulder. Mischievous curls escaped the braid, lazily brushing her neck.

He didn’t know if it tickled her, but he was already feeling ticklish.

The itch crawled from deep within, entangling his fingers, making it uncontrollable.

He took several deep breaths, but still couldn’t help raising his hand, touching the soft, delicate nape of her neck.

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She thought he would be angry after she scolded him. She had already gripped her camera, prepared to swing it at his head if he tried to harm her, and then seize the chance to run downstairs.

But he unexpectedly fell silent.

Despite his silence, his breathing and heartbeat grew more rapid, even the air he exhaled onto the back of her neck was scorching hot...

She became increasingly nervous.

It was then that he suddenly raised his hand to touch her neck, heightening her tension to its peak!

She shuddered violently and warned in a cold voice, "Take your hand away!"

Objectively speaking, he hadn’t done anything excessive, just lightly touched her with his fingertip like a dragonfly skimming water. Yet, that touch was like a stone dropping into water, creating ripples that spread into her heart.

Heavens... Why didn’t she find this unfamiliar touch so repulsive?

Instead, her heart softened, and her body tingled?

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Just such a simple touch between the two of them unexpectedly caused such a strong reaction. His heart beat even faster.

He couldn’t resist taking another step forward, nearly pressing against her back. Hanging near her ear, he looked earnestly at her delicate earlobe, "Do you truly wish for me to take my hand away?"

His voice was like magic, causing currents to surge through her body uncontrollably.

Had he seen through her?

Oh God, what was happening to her?

Could it be because her husband was always away and seldom united, leaving her this way?

Even though her face was red and her body heated, she clenched her jaw tightly, "I’m warning you again: I am not the kind of woman you think, take your hand away or I will scream!"

His breathing grew more turbulent, he took large gulps of air, "Honestly, you’re not as determined inside as you’re pretending to be, you can’t fool me. You also want to know why you don’t actually hate my touch, and even, like me, deeply crave further intimacy."

Shi Nian felt her blood being drained away, she growled lowly, "Shut up!"

His fingers cautiously stayed at the initial point of contact, not daring to move. However, his voice grew hoarse and seductive, carrying the allure of masculinity, "I know you love deduction, you’re accustomed to solving seemingly foggy mysteries through your own reasoning. Well, now the fog is before you, you know I’m not lying, you know you have confusion within yourself. So, why not give yourself some time, find more clues, and reason to find the answer?"

As he spoke, his fingers moved slightly.

It was just a tiny movement, yet it caused her to burst into intense gasps.

She felt herself being overwhelmed by this embarrassing reality: Why was she like this?

He naturally sensed her feelings and abruptly withdrew his hand, quickly heading to the two windows on either side. Although the windowpanes were worn, fortunately, they were still intact, so he pushed them shut.

The room, already dim, grew darker like the night.

He swiftly returned and stood close to her.

He whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Don’t rush to resist, relax first, and you might find more clues... From now on, I won’t speak again. You can pretend I’m not here, like you’re dreaming."

As his voice fell, not waiting for her response, his hand already climbed onto her body.

His fingertips started conservatively, sliding along her shoulder line, then dropped to her elbow, and finally her wrist.

Though it wasn’t an excessive touch, Shi Nian was so shaken she couldn’t control herself.

Darkness.

Silence.

An unusual touch.

On the surface, it seemed she wasn’t aware, but her body was trembling oddly.

His fingers.

His subtle mischief.

He... inconspicuously ignited a young girl’s unfamiliar desire.

He... patiently waited for her to open herself.

Open her body, her soul, to face him and offer herself to him.

He was clearly eager, more eager than her, yet astonishingly patient and meticulous, enduring like the Devil, waiting.

Until her body started undergoing unfamiliar yet sweet changes, all her senses vanished, and all she could feel, all she could rely on in this world, was brought by his fingers.

She knew he was the dominator of this cruel game, waiting for her to submit herself.