Her hand brushed against his skin through his clothes. After all, he wasn’t a saint; her touch set him on fire. Yes, even though she didn’t intentionally caress him, just casually sliding her fingers over his clothes made his eyes fill with a hazy, provocative fire.

"Eva, are you playing with fire?"

"Are you feeling better?"

"Not... really..." She softly uttered the words, then leaned into his embrace, continuing to caress him.

As he lowered his head, ready to push her away, he realized she’d bitten the skin on his chest.

Eva opened her mouth and gently bit his skin through his clothes. The solid, muscular flesh tingled slightly at first, then a wave of numbing heat spread through him.

Eva had dampened his shirt with her mouth, her lips pressed against his skin, and she showed no signs of stopping.

He reversed his grip, hooked onto her slim waist and got ready to cover her little mouth with a heavy kiss. But unexpectedly, she suddenly took two steps back: "I have to attend a dinner tonight and I’ve scheduled a spa session at the salon! It’s getting late, I need to go, you stay home like a good boy!"

So, that sweet kiss just now was to placate him?!

Looking at her translucent lips, still glistening with silver traces, his eyes turned red with desire. He hadn’t touched her in months, and the temptation was killing him. Yet, she dared to play with fire, blatantly teasing him.

Lucas’s Adam’s apple involuntarily moved as he spoke in a deep voice, "Don’t leave yet. If you’re going to play with fire... you need to put it out first!"

He looked at her, his eyes reddened with desire.

He was like a ravenous wolf!!!

Eva flashed a mischievous smile: "Emperor Lucas, the doctor said your injury just healed, it’s not suitable for intense activity. Moreover, since your brain was injured, you should listen to the doctor’s advice even more."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer.

Because his eyes were already filled with burning desire and fiery anger, an overwhelming intensity.

Her survival instincts kicked in strongly, disregarding the reason why this puppy had become so domineering. She quickly closed the distance, wrapping herself around his waist, and kissed him affectionately.

"Muah~~"

"Come on, don’t be mad!!"

Lucas felt something fluffy wrapped around his body, causing a tightness in his lower abdomen. His voice became richer and deeper: "How can I not be mad?"

Tortured day by day by a fairy and still never able to have a taste, it was the classic frustration of desiring something you can’t reach.

How can you not be mad?

If it were you, wouldn’t you be mad too!

He wasn’t sure who taught her this, but ever since he "lost his memory," this woman had been utterly compliant and intimately close to him, allowing hugs and kisses. He knew it was because she felt guilty.

No, this woman was so ruthless, how could she feel guilty!

She even dared to harm him. If he died, she would be so happy.

"Alright... I really must go!" She had an appointment with a beautician for a spa session, and there were services that could be done during her period requiring time. After the spa, she’d change her dress, put on makeup, and then join the dinner.

She was already moving away quickly, blinking her beautiful eyes: "So I’m going?"

"What am I supposed to do if you leave?" His voice was hoarse. Currently, he was still a recovering patient with "amnesia," deserving of much care.

Moreover, his tone somehow made her feel she was in the wrong!

She truly had a wicked intention of deliberately teasing him, playing with fire on him. At this moment, Eva had already turned and headed downstairs with a mischievous smile, not planning to pay him any more attention.