Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 579 - 426. As long as you are you, I am content (5 Chapters).
Shi Nian had tried his best to lighten his steps, but the night in the mountain village was too quiet, and the stairs of the old house were too old. As soon as Shi Nian stepped on the staircase, the person upstairs heard him.
She heard his footsteps.
No longer elegant and composed, even Huangfu’s rhythm was disrupted.
In the pitch-black staircase, there was suddenly another person. He stepped forward and grabbed her hand, squeezing it with some pain.
But immediately, a piece of cloth was tied over her eyes.
In such dimness, she could already barely see anything, but clearly he wanted her to see absolutely nothing.
She thought to herself: Does he want to isolate all of her visual influence?
She understood that vision belongs to the superficial consciousness, leading to present reality, while forgotten memories are buried within the subconscious, to be pursued with the intuition of the heart. This process is somewhat like hypnosis in psychology, aiming to awaken memories in the subconscious; the conscious mind must first "fall asleep" to avoid interference, otherwise conflict and confusion between the two consciousnesses can arise.
So that’s why he’s doing this, right?
Thus, even though it felt a bit strange, she bravely accepted it.
——Ultimately, it was because she wasn’t afraid of him. Although he seemed unfamiliar, subconsciously she could feel a sense of security from him, so when he blindfolded her, she could calmly accept it.
His breathing in the night was as dense as the inky night itself.
He clutched her hand and led her step by step up the stairs.
He took her to sit down, as if on an ancient bed.
She sat down carefully, but the old wood still creaked. She was a bit worried, not daring to sit firmly; yet along with the creak came a fresh, delicate fragrance.
She furrowed her brow to sniff carefully, and discerned the scent of leaves and flowers from the surrounding mountains and forests, carrying the dry crispness of autumn; and a hint of aquatic fragrance, which upon careful sniffing, she guessed to be from withered lotus in the pond!
In some people’s eyes, autumn is a desolate and withering season, but in the eyes of those with delicate hearts, it is an exceptionally rich and beautiful time. So this old house, because of the natural fragrance, seemed to be revived with its former charm. Moreover, this natural fragrance matched perfectly with the style of the old house, a perfection unattainable by any chemical or artificial scent.
She suddenly felt her nose sour.
Originally thinking this place was dusty and desolate, now with her eyes covered and added with the natural fragrance, it felt serene and low-key luxurious. In her mind, a bamboo curtain seemed to slowly unfurl, pulling the exquisite carvings and magnificent beauty of the old house from the past, across time, back before her eyes.
His intentions seemed simple, yet were so elegantly profound.
She took a deep breath and softly said, "Thank you."
He smiled. Although he made no sound, she simply knew he was smiling.
As if the air around him bent away like ripples, she could confirm his smile through the air’s undulations.
Though blindfolded, she could still vividly imagine his smiling appearance.
Thin red lips, corners slightly raised.
Curving mischievously, yet when seen, made one feel soft and warm inside.
Her nose again felt sour, and tears unknowingly wet her eyes. She quietly asked, "It’s you, isn’t it?"
Little Swallow, Yan Qi, Police Officer... it’s all you, isn’t it?
Even if she still can’t recall his exact name, even if she still can’t confirm what they experienced together, she knew that in her mind, those characters she loved and resented, who made her want to cry and laugh upon remembering, were him, only him.
He remained silent, as if afraid the auditory representation of consciousness might interfere again. He simply knelt with one knee in front of her, grasped her hand, and pressed his warm lips to her palm.
He no longer wrote in her palm; he didn’t need to answer with words. By imprinting his lips, she already had the best answer.
No need to see your face, no need to hear your voice, no need for your words to explain, not even retaining a complete memory of you... But when you come to my side, I will naturally recognize you.
Because perhaps we’ve known each other for three lifetimes, and perhaps just your presence means it is destined.
She shed tears, the tears dampening the cloth over her eyes. He reached out to touch his cheek.
She remembered, in past darkness, she also touched him like this.
How tall he was, whether his face was long or round, whether his eyes were big...
Exploring like this, she eventually "saw" him bit by bit. Little by little, she knew he was a tall man, very young and mischievous.
He had a face with distinct angles, deep eyes, thin lips, long eyebrows, sideburns as if carved by a knife, and — an appearance so perfect it made her heart race.
Of course, the reason she dared to touch him was naturally because she had ultimately given her heart to him, and because — he had touched her first.
Out of curiosity, out of "revenge," and more out of — a strange longing, she couldn’t help but touch him that day.
Although circumstances quickly took a downturn from that day, and later it was no longer her touching him, it was — he who clutched her hand, mischievously guiding her to touch where he wanted her to...
Then...the world in that darkness completely changed its appearance, and the way she interacted with him started to run wildly, running all the way until—he wanted her.
The wild, scorching memories suddenly struck her, making her gasp uncontrollably.
This was almost a signal from the past in the darkness.
Whenever she wanted him, all she needed was to change her breathing like this, and he would already come dominantly.
At this moment, how could he hold back anymore? He knelt forward, parted her...
Head, rested below her waist.
She raised her toes, fingers clutching his hair tightly.
In the very beginning, they were both inexperienced young boy and girl, so she was afraid. He didn’t act directly but pleased her in this safe way, possessing her.
Until she was no longer satisfied with such possession...
The night in the village was so quiet, the stars and moon in the sky seemed faint. Inside the ancient house, there was the fragrance of flowers and grass, the sweetness of dried lotus.
The ancient bed whispered softly, while he roared fiercely in her lips.
Even if they might have forgotten, they would always possess each other without hesitation.
What is your name, it doesn’t matter; what do you look like, it doesn’t matter either.
Anyway, you are you, and that’s enough for me.
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As dawn was breaking, he, aside from necessary rest, hardly stopped.
She was exhausted, and in the end could only beg him.
He bit her ear and asked: "...Or should we just go back like this? Ignore everything else."
Let Huangfu Huazhang set the trap and wait there pointlessly, he couldn’t bear to let her go for even a second.
She had such thoughts in her heart too, but in the end, she shook her head: "...The answer, you said it. I think, maybe the answer is hidden in him. I want to see him, I don’t want to remain in this fog anymore."
She trembled lightly: "Moreover, there’s Jieyou."
He let out a muffled sound, and could only hold her: "Alright. It’s time for all of this to be revealed."
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The two bid each other farewell reluctantly, Shi Nian buried her head and walked quickly, not daring to look back at him.
She was afraid, she wouldn’t be able to take another step.
Though memory was still separated by a distance, she at least knew where her heart belonged.
Returning home, she found the house brightly lit!
Shi Nian was shocked, thinking: Could it be that Senmu and the others discovered her sneaky departure at night?
Just as she was thinking about how to turn around and notify him to leave quickly, she clearly heard Mrs. Song crying inside the high walls!
Shi Nian’s heart immediately tightened, she quickly pushed the door open and went inside. Sure enough, she saw Mrs. Song standing in the living room, crying sadly.
Seeing Shi Nian come back, Senmu’s face was pale: "Miss, where did you take the young lady?"
A buzzing sound filled Shi Nian’s ears: "What are you saying?"
Senmu’s eyes were filled with resentment: "I just personally checked, the alarm system was deactivated by Miss herself. The fingerprint on the keypad is Miss’s fresh one! The young lady is missing, if not taken by you, who else could it be?"
Shi Nian felt all the blood rush to the top of her head, her scalp tingling: "What are you saying? Jieyou is missing?"
Without waiting for them to answer, she dashed madly towards the stairs, rushing into Jieyou’s room.
Everything was arranged well, she could almost see the way Jieyou acted coy before bed, but the bed and room were empty, there was no sign of Jieyou!
She looked at Senmu who followed her: "How could this be? You people in the house, how couldn’t you look after a child?!"
Senmu coldly stared at her: "Because in this house, Mr. Xiang originally installed the highest level alarm system, so we slept soundly. Who would have thought the system would be deactivated by Miss’s own hands?!"
Senmu stepped forward with a sinister look, tightly staring at Shi Nian: "Miss, at this hour of night, where exactly did you go?"
"Of course, as a servant, I’m not qualified to question the Miss, but at least I need to know the whereabouts of the young lady, so I can report to Mr. Xiang. So Miss, hurry and tell, where did you hide the young lady?"
