Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Nan’s Amnesia
The fingers lifted the mask, revealing a familiar, gentle, and handsome face slowly illuminated by the broken light of a glazed lamp through the hazy mist.
The assassin before her was unmistakably Nan.
But the look in his eyes toward Wen Shu was icy, as if he were looking at a complete stranger.
"You..."
Wen Shu’s grip relaxed a bit, but unexpectedly, Nan suddenly struck!
The male in front of her abruptly pushed himself up, causing her to stagger backward repeatedly.
With a long arm, he tightly clasped her soft wrist, swiftly pulling her back into the bath, firmly pinning her in his embrace.
The situation reversed instantly.
Her mouth was covered by a coarse hand, her body pressed tightly against the male’s chest.
Wen Shu couldn’t move or make a sound, but she showed no panic, only worry, staring into those amber eyes.
Noticing her gaze, Nan’s brow furrowed, inexplicably feeling a strange sense of... familiarity?
Suppressing the odd feeling, he carefully scrutinized Wen Shu’s face for a few seconds.
After confirming he hadn’t seen her before, his eyes fell on her pinched-red cheeks, and his heart flooded with an odd tenderness that swiftly captured him wholly.
"Female," he relaxed his tense fingers slightly, coldly stating, "I don’t want to hurt you, you’d better not scream."
The delicate-looking female nodded within his palm, her smooth skin grazing against his fingertips, making Nan’s mind run wild.
He took a deep breath for two seconds, withdrew his hand like avoiding suspicion, and prepared to leave the steamy bathroom.
However, just as his long leg stepped out of the water, the sound of splashing came from behind as a warm, soft body, carrying a damp steam, embraced his arm.
"Nan, don’t go!"
A warm and slippery sensation on the back of his hand made Nan’s figure stiffen, his ears flushed with heat; he’d... never seen a female this proactive before.
But...
He glanced back at Wen Shu, and his brain was struck into a blank.
The female hadn’t had time to dress.
Her dripping long hair wound down the side of her delicate face, clinging to her snow-white slender neck, water droplets spilling over her collarbone, flowing down her graceful body...
And this body was now holding his arm, still tightening its grip.
The warm, scorching touch grew more vivid, impossible to ignore.
Sweat beaded at his nose, his eyes struggling to rise.
But upon seeing the female, the little, pretty face sped his heartbeat so much it seemed to hammer against his chest.
Damn!
This female, merely sticking close to him, was more potent than any aphrodisiac!
Suppressing the roaming heat inside, he hoarsely questioned, "How do you know my name?"
Nan’s throat was dry and parched, yet there was still some rationality in his mind.
She was the first familiar person he’d encountered after being saved by his mother.
He definitely knew her, with a profound relationship.
Otherwise, how could he explain the uncontrollable emotions in his heart, and... this useless body!
"How did you get so injured?"
The gentle, hoarse voice of the female sounded in front of him.
Nan’s chest turned cold, his gaze falling slowly.
He noticed the female pulling open his clothes, her trembling fingertips hovering over his blood-drenched chest, her eyes turning red with concern, "Nan, what happened?"
Faced with this undiluted, genuine concern without a trace of hypocrisy, Nan was momentarily dumbstruck.
Since awakening, his mother, the only person he regarded as family, had arranged for him to assassinate various high-ranking figures.
Yet, no matter how severe his injuries were, he never received even a word of concern...
Warmth surged over his heart, the tumult of feelings leaving Nan utterly confused.
Seeing the struggle flash in his eyes, Wen Shu’s fingers moved slightly, healing his wounds as she couldn’t help but speculate.
Nan was a Tenth Rank Spirit System, not many could harm him.
Yet he not only had amnesia but had become involved in murder.
There must be a stronger Spirit System male controlling from behind...
She calmly pondered, finishing the treatment, scooping a handful of water to clean Nan’s bloodstains.
As her fingertips just touched the firm chest, Nan suddenly grasped her hand, pulling strongly, his large hand encircling her waist, "Female, you know me."
His voice was firm, as if confirming something.
Wen Shu never doubted his cleverness, "Can’t you feel it, our mate bond is gone?"
She clutched Nan’s front lapel, and Nan felt the coldness in his palm, his heart tightening as he picked up a nearby robe and gently draped it over her shoulders.
Mate bond?
So, she was his female master.
With a few words, Nan had already straightened out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
He never trusted easily, but feelings don’t lie.
He curled his lips, tracing Wen Shu’s face, calmly accepting the abundant tenderness in his heart.
"Female, what’s your name?"
From his cold eyes, he caught a glimpse of the past.
Wen Shu’s eyes lifted slightly, "Wen Shu, you’ve always called me..."
"Ashu?"
Nan blurted out.
Their eyes met, Wen Shu giggled lightly.
Yet Nan’s gaze was profound, his sight drifting from her enchanting eyes to those blooming petal-like, tender, rosy lips.
Although it seemed sudden.
If she was his female master, just a kiss, she shouldn’t mind...
Nan’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice, staring at Wen Shu’s face, he hesitated to move, his palms sweating with nervousness.
After all... it was the first time.
Wen Shu didn’t understand his sudden silence, seeing the sweat on his nose, she raised her hand to wipe it.
Unexpectedly, as her hand hovered mid-air, Nan’s handsome face suddenly enlarged before her eyes.
She forgot to close her eyes, witnessing his pupils dilate, from trembling with panic to filling with a fearsome aggression.
"Mmph..."
The light kiss lasted but a few seconds.
Her lower back hit the bath, the male’s intense passion igniting the tender atmosphere into a blaze.
The water splashed and swayed gently with Wen Shu’s weak struggle.
This Nan seemed to shed all tenderness, his restless and impulsive strength seemingly wanting to swallow her whole.
Her lips were lightly bitten, the already swollen lips of Wen Shu worsening,
"Pain..."
She pushed against his scorching chest, only to find the desperately insatiable Nan lifting her waist.
Breathing heavily, he straightforwardly asked, "You’re pregnant, is it mine?"
She’d never seen Nan like this before, unadaptable as she tried to get up, but the hand on her waist pulled her back strongly.
Nan leaned closer, his fingertips brushing her sweat-dampened eyes, "Not mine?"
He softened his voice, his dominating posture as he covered her entirely, yet showing obvious dominance.
For some reason, Wen Shu felt that if she told the truth to this version of him, there was no knowing what he would do.
"I..."
She opened her mouth, when suddenly, the window behind them made a soft creak.
Wen Shu turned alertly, but her view was blocked firmly, causing her to look up with confusion.
Nan squinted slightly, tightening her collar, swiftly flipping out of the bath, his voice disdainful, "So... you’re the female master my mother said forced me into a mate bond?"
His eyes flickered, deliberately raising his voice, and at the noise, Wu Xuan and Luo Fei nearly immediately burst into the bathroom!
The door "bam" crashed open, Wen Shu merely glanced at them, then turned back around, the window was already half dangling dangerously.
