The moment the woman left, Su Ling was pressed down onto the dining table! The fruit bowl still hadn’t been cleared away, and their violent movements sent it rolling off the edge with a bang. The ceramic fruit bowl shattered into pieces!
Gu Qingyuan didn’t think much of it, but a sudden image flashed through Su Ling’s mind. A blurry figure had done something similar. And he had a strange feeling—his first time might have been lost back then. But who was that blurry figure? Was it Master?
Su Ling didn’t think so. That blurry figure didn’t feel like Master, but he couldn’t recall what it was either. Maybe it was someone he didn’t know. After all, Master had said he was sold to the Slave Pavilion by his Elder Sister. Given how twisted the people there were, something like that might have happened. Losing his first time there would be perfectly normal.
Even so, Su Ling still felt a pang of sadness. He didn’t understand why—maybe it was because he was sold to the Slave Pavilion by his own Elder Sister. His mind wandered for a while. Master had already stopped, or else he wouldn’t have had time to think about all this.
“What are you thinking about?” Gu Qingyuan gently caressed Su Ling’s cheek, panting as she asked. Ever since the fruit bowl fell, the little fellow had been absent-minded. She had paused to consider his feelings, waiting until he calmed down before speaking softly.
Su Ling opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He could only close it helplessly and shake his head. Then he turned his head to the side, staring blankly at a corner. He didn’t know what he was looking at, but he just wanted to zone out for a while.
Seeing this, Gu Qingyuan frowned slightly. She didn’t like the little thing hiding things from her, so she got up, walked to the nearby table, and set a notebook and pen in front of him. In this room, she had placed pens and notebooks in every frequently used spot so she could communicate with the little thing immediately. Now they came in handy.
“Write it down. Little thing, everything about you belongs to me. I don’t want you hiding anything from me.” Gu Qingyuan’s voice was low. Judging by her clenched fist, she was starting to get angry. His secrecy annoyed her, especially the way he turned his head away, not even looking at her. What did that mean? Didn’t he want to see her? Or had his memories returned?
The anger inside her was instantly replaced by an unprecedented fear. Su Ling looked at the notebook, then at Master, before turning around, picking up the pen, and writing in it.
Seeing this, Gu Qingyuan’s heart jumped into her throat. What would the little thing write? Would he say he had recovered his memories and knew she had broken his legs and poisoned his throat? Or would he say he hadn’t?
The little thing finished quickly and handed the notebook to Master. Gu Qingyuan took it with trembling hands. A paragraph immediately met her eyes:
> (Master, I just remembered something—just a flash, and it’s very blurry. It felt like it was a scene from my first time, so I’m a little sad. Can you allow me to be sad for a while? Just a little while, it won’t take long.)
Gu Qingyuan’s heart relaxed, but she remained cautious. The little fellow had already recalled a bit. Even if it was only a tiny, blurry fragment, it was still a bad start. Right now, the little thing’s heart and eyes were full of her. If he recovered his memories, she couldn’t guarantee he would stay the same.
No. She absolutely could not let the little thing recover his memories. She had to do something—ideally, make sure he never remembered that period of his life. She took a deep breath and forced a faint smile.
“Little thing, if you want to be sad, Master will be sad with you. I want to tell you—don’t be sad about the past. Now you have Master. You can rely on me. If you want to cry, you can cry on Master’s body. Cry as long as you want.”
At these words, Su Ling’s eyes instantly welled up. Without thinking, he hugged Master, his body trembling slightly. Feeling the warm tears soak through her clothes, Gu Qingyuan finally let out a full sigh of relief. At least the little thing hadn’t recovered those memories yet.
“Alright, little thing. I’ll take you upstairs. Tomorrow you rest. Pushing back learning sign language to the day after is fine—no rush. The things I ordered should arrive tomorrow, and I can take you to explore this place properly.”
Su Ling nodded. Although he wanted to learn sign language as soon as possible so he could communicate normally with Master without writing, he also wanted to have some fun. Too much had happened lately. He felt exhausted and longed for a good rest. Even though resting beside Master was restful, he still felt a bit down. Maybe playing around would make him feel better.
Su Ling was carried to the bed and snuggled into Master’s arms, enjoying the brief peace. Gu Qingyuan frowned deeply. With one hand, she typed on her phone, and with the other, she gently stroked the little fellow to keep him from noticing her state. She first messaged the woman, asking if there was a way to prevent Su Ling from recovering his memories… Medicine would affect Su Ling’s body and could even trigger the half-beast state, causing an early onset of Wild Passion.
Another option was hypnosis—using it to make him forget specific memories. She thought this was the most reliable. As for the third method, she immediately dismissed it: surgically cutting certain nerves to weaken the brain’s ability, which would prevent recollection but would genuinely harm the little thing. Other methods weren’t even worth considering.
After weighing her options, she could only choose hypnosis. It was the least harmful. She gave the woman a sum of money to arrange a hypnotist. Given the woman’s abilities and the amount she had paid, she should handle it quickly.
Su Ling soon fell asleep. Gu Qingyuan had planned to play a game after he fell asleep, but looking at the little thing, she suddenly felt reluctant to leave. And she was a bit sleepy herself. So she simply hugged the little thing and closed her eyes contentedly.
When Su Ling woke again, the sky was already streaked with sunset. Had he fallen asleep again? Lately, even without doing any Linking, he had become inexplicably drowsy. Thinking about Linking, he glanced at Master, hesitating whether to tell her he wanted to do it.
He still wanted to do Linking. If he didn’t, he didn’t have the confidence to take good care of Master. If something unexpected happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
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