You Mingxu knew that this was a feeling he never gave her when he was You Yingjun. A real man was trying to kiss a woman.
After a while, he moved his lips away. There was no desire in his eyes, just clear, gentle light. He asked softly, "Do you want me to get drunk?"
If needed, I will drink. I will become You Yingjun, making me forget everything once again. So you don't have an ounce of unease, doubt, or hesitation when you embrace the me you desire.
You Mingxu's nose started to tingle, his eyes watering. He shook his head and his voice was a bit husky, "I want you to remember."
A sudden pang of pain constricted Yin Feng's chest, he pulled her into his arms again, stroking her long hair, and said, "Give me a little more time."
"How much longer?"
He didn't reply.
You Mingxu: "One month? Three months? One year? Three years?"
