An exquisite Teleportation Array emerged from the ground.
“We are teleporting again,” his voice echoed in the enclosed space.
Su Nian nodded, her cheeks still retaining a burning warmth, and followed him into the array.
The light swallowed her.
This time, because the teleportation distance was not particularly far, the sense of dizziness was much milder.
When the light finally dissipated, Su Nian instinctively looked up.
What met her eyes was an extremely luxurious setting.
A massive chandelier, composed of countless crystal pieces, hung from the towering vaulted ceiling.
The light refracted into billions of brilliant rainbows, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.
A cool, elegant fragrance of unknown flowers permeated the air, drifting into her nose and clearing her cluttered thoughts.
This place… was Shadowmoon Manor.
This room appeared to be a dedicated Teleportation Room, one she did not recognize from her memories.
“Mr. Mo Yuan, Miss Su Nian, welcome back.”
A calm and gentle female voice sounded from in front of them.
Su Nian looked up to see a middle-aged lady dressed in a well-tailored long black dress with a meticulously ironed white apron.
Her hair was combed perfectly straight.
She was leading a row of maids, all bowing respectfully in greeting.
The lady at the front was likely the Head Maid of the manor, Rita.
Su Nian’s gaze flickered quickly between the Head Maid and Chu Tian.
The way the maids looked at Chu Tian was filled with absolute reverence and obedience from the bottom of their hearts.
Judging by the maids’ attitude, Chu Tian was the true master of this manor.
‘Mr. Mo Yuan… is that Chu Tian’s name here?’
A term from her past life’s memory bank popped up uncontrollably.
‘Clinging to a wealthy man.’
‘No, no, no!’
Su Nian’s cheeks flushed red again in an instant.
She shook her head vigorously, tossing that shameful thought aside.
Her gaze fell uncontrollably onto the uniforms those maids were wearing.
It was a very dignified long black dress with a high collar that covered the neck.
The hem reached all the way to the ankles, revealing only the tips of their polished black leather shoes.
Except for their faces, almost not an inch of skin was exposed.
It was very standard and very modest.
In Su Nian’s mind, however, the “same style” garment in her Storage Space uncontrollably surfaced.
The amount of fabric used was appallingly small.
The design was so bold it defied logic.
Did that thing have anything in common with the clothes on these maids besides the name “maid outfit”?
The possibility that it was “taken by mistake” was completely ruled out.
That outfit really belonged to her.
So… in the past, she had willingly put on such a thing to satisfy a certain… special hobby of this man?
‘Ugh…’
‘Was I way too good to this guy in the past?’
“Master, Miss, the master bedroom has been cleaned according to your instructions. You may rest at any time.”
While Su Nian was lost in her wild thoughts, the Head Maid named Rita spoke again, her voice steady without a hint of emotion.
‘Master bedroom.’
Those two words were another piece of ironclad evidence.
Had her relationship with this man already reached the level of intimacy where they could… share a master bedroom?
‘Living together…’
Su Nian felt her cheeks go completely numb, leaving only a searing heat.
‘No. I have to do something.’
She turned her head abruptly, ignoring her shame.
Her two slender fingers shot out like lightning, firmly pinching the sleeve of the man beside her.
Her sky-blue eyes were filled with warning and accusation.
‘Separate rooms! You promised!’
Rita was incredibly shrewd.
From the corner of her eye, she instantly captured the subtle undercurrent between the two.
She lowered her eyes discreetly, understanding the situation.
‘It seemed that the Master and Miss Su Nian were having a spat.’
Naturally, she would not pry into such private matters between a young couple.
She simply bowed quietly, waiting for her master’s final command.
Chu Tian felt the weight of the warning on his sleeve and looked down to meet the girl’s eyes, which were filled with both shame and anger.
He was laughing inwardly, but his face remained reasonable and gentle.
He gave Rita his orders, “Rita, take Miss Su Nian to her own room to rest.”
“Yes, Master.”
***
The corridor was covered with a thick, crimson carpet.
Rita bowed to accept the order and then made a “please” gesture toward Su Nian with impeccable poise.
Su Nian felt as if she were floating as she stepped onto the second-floor corridor.
The carpet absorbed all sound, making her footsteps feel exceptionally light and ethereal.
Her room was at the end of the hallway.
Pushing the door open, a familiar layout met her eyes.
However, strangely enough, her memory of this room was pitifully small.
In other words…
During most of the time she lived in Shadowmoon Manor, she actually… lived in the master bedroom with that man?
This deduction caused Su Nian’s heart to skip another beat.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
She walked over to the massive wardrobe and pulled the door open.
In the next second, she froze in place.
The wardrobe was filled with all kinds of clothes—dresses, casual wear—every piece exquisite, beautiful, and expensive.
She had some faint impressions of these; they were the styles she usually wore.
But when she pulled open the bottom drawer…
Her breath stopped completely.
Inside the drawer, stockings of various colors and materials were neatly folded.
It was a dazzling array, almost like a collection in a museum.
Pure black, snowy white, sexy fishnets, ones with lace trim…
Her gaze shifted uncontrollably to the independent shoe cabinet next to the wardrobe.
She opened it.
There wasn’t a single pair of flat shoes or combat boots suitable for action.
Instead, there were rows of high heels of various shapes with thin, high heels.
Su Nian’s mind buzzed, going blank.
Outside, whether as a radiant idol or a respected Mentor, she had never worn these things…
Then, these stockings and high heels…
The only explanation was…
In the past, she often wore these in this manor… just for that man to see?
At this moment, the entire chain of evidence finally closed.
An indescribable surge of heat rose from the depths of her chest without warning, instantly sweeping through her entire body.
‘How embarrassing.’
Her gaze, as if pulled by a magnet, fell back to that drawer uncontrollably.
Various colors and materials of stockings were neatly folded inside.
Whether out of some psychological reason, curiosity, a need for proof, or some hidden impulse to touch her past that she hadn’t even noticed…
Possessed by a strange impulse, she reached out.
With trembling fingertips, she took a pair of smooth, cool black stockings from the drawer.
The edge of the bed sank as she sat down.
Her movements were a bit clumsy, even inexperienced.
She took the fabric, which was as thin as a cicada’s wing, and bit by bit, pulled it onto her long, well-proportioned calves.
The cool touch of the fabric against her burning skin triggered a flurry of shivers.
The material tightly wrapped around every inch of her skin, tracing the lines of her legs to perfection and bringing an indescribable sense of tightness.
It was an extremely foreign feeling.
She stood up and walked with unsteady steps to the large full-length mirror.
The girl in the mirror had radiant blonde hair and an exquisite face.
She wore a simple white dress, as holy as if untouched by dust.
However, because of the extreme, abstinent black on her legs, that holiness was instantly shattered, adding an indescribable sense of fallen charm and seduction.
Purity and sexiness, two completely opposite temperaments, formed a fractured, breathtakingly contradictory beauty on her.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked at those long, straight legs wrapped in black stockings.
Her brain uncontrollably conjured a picture.
An extremely brief but incredibly clear image.
A dimly lit room.
A cold wall.
She was in this very state, pinned firmly against the wall by Chu Tian… by that man.
The man’s breath was scorching, filled with an irresistible aggression.
His kiss was domineering and deep, plundering all the air in her mouth.
‘Mmm…’
‘No!’
Su Nian’s breath hitched, and her body trembled violently.
She suddenly raised both hands, covering her face, which was so hot it felt like it might bleed.
She was so ashamed she wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into immediately.
‘How could I have such thoughts! How could I imagine such… such a shameless scene out of thin air—’
‘This is just my fantasy. Yes, I must be overthinking things!’
‘But why did that feeling feel so real?’
The powerless feeling of being confined, the sensation of her lips and teeth being invaded, even… even the unique scent on that man seemed to linger at the tip of her nose.
‘Wait a minute.’
Su Nian’s hands covering her face suddenly froze.
She was stunned.
A thought, like a bolt of lightning, split through her cluttered and messy reflections.
‘If…’
‘If Chu Tian and I really were a legitimate couple in the past and already lived together…’
‘Then kissing must have happened, right? There might even have been more… intimate behaviors.’
‘In that case, it seems… quite normal for me to develop feelings for him again now, or even have certain intimate images surface in my mind, doesn’t it?’
The body’s memory is always more honest than the brain’s.
Even if she couldn’t remember anything now, her body’s instincts might still retain a sense of closeness and dependence toward that man.
“Ding! Affection level has increased”
“The System has determined that after the Host recovers her memory, her internal affection will increase significantly”
(This information is temporarily hidden from the Host)
She slowly lowered her hands and looked back at herself in the mirror.
Her cheeks were still flushed, but the intense panic and resistance in those sky-blue eyes were fading bit by bit, replaced by a more complex emotion.
According to Chu Tian, it would take three months at most for her soul, damaged by the curse, to repair itself.
At that time, all the lost memories would return.
‘Since the memories will return sooner or later… Then I will definitely still end up with that man.’
‘After all, all the evidence suggests that our past feelings were good enough… to the point where I’d wear these clothes to please him.’
Thinking about it this way…
Resisting now versus accepting three months later… seemed like there wasn’t much difference?
‘Anyway, the ending is already destined.’