Memories That Should Not Exist.

Lin Yu wrapped his long down jacket tightly like a blanket around Qing Mo, who, even wearing knee-high boots, was still quite a bit shorter than him.

Even after entering the heavily heated mall, Lin Yu didn't let her go, deliberately wanting to tease her.

Today was Saturday, and the mall was bustling with people.

Shoppers and diners, upon catching sight of the two in their peripheral vision, would subconsciously shift their gaze toward them.

This wasn't just because of their strange posture.

More importantly.

The stark contrast in their appearances made the onlookers feel a bit unsettled.

Look at that tall blond delinquent.

With his look, he wouldn't even need makeup or styling.

He could grab a bag and walk straight onto a movie set.

For villainous roles like a gang leader, a tough thug, or a mafia enforcer, probably not even the best villain actors in the entire entertainment industry could compare to him.

It wasn't that his face was incredibly ferocious.

Nor was it hideously abstract.

He just looked inherently wicked.

He gave off the vibe of a petty punk or thug who excelled at bullying classmates, ruled the bars and nightclubs, made the elderly and children take detours, and caused decent women to cry out "hooligan!"

One look at him, and words like bullying the weak, treachery, harassing women, and stealing the boss's wife would pop into your mind, scrambling to attach themselves to him.

It was as if any evil deed associated with this face would seem perfectly natural.

A guy like that.

If the woman in his arms had tattoos, heavy makeup, and looked like a cool, pretty delinquent girl, everyone would nod, agree they were a match, and offer their sincere blessings.

But the woman he was holding looked in every way like an aloof, ethereal, top-tier mature beauty who was above worldly matters.

Yet, this cold and elegant beauty, someone to be admired from afar but not profaned.

Was now being roughly gathered into his arms like a defenseless doll, wrapped in the long down jacket with only one eye and a small half of her face showing.

In that exquisite, art-like eye framed by thick eyelashes.

Nervousness and shyness were mixed together.

But she didn't push the blond away; she just lowered her head, submissively and awkwardly letting him hold her.

Allowing his thick down jacket to rub her hair into a messy state, looking as disheveled as if she had just been ravished by a bad guy.

In the eyes of the crowd.

This was no longer just a minor case of a cabbage being ruined by a wild boar.

This was a damn saintess being defiled by a goblin!

Where is the gallows?

Bring it over here, quickly!

I demand an immediate execution without trial for this mutant blond goblin who dared to profane the saintess!

Bitter or peculiar gazes from the bystanders fell upon the two of them.

Normally, in this situation, the one enjoying it should be the blond.

Being able to hold such a stunning beauty and swagger through the streets under the strange stares of the crowd.

For a typically shameless blond delinquent.

It was like a warrior holding his plundered spoils, showing them off to the citizens of an enemy nation.

How incredibly satisfying must that be?

But in reality, Lin Yu felt just okay.

Very average.

He didn't feel particularly triumphant.

On the contrary, because his thick-skinned skills weren't quite up to par, under the siege of everyone's stares, he actually felt his face growing a bit hot.

The one truly enjoying it was clearly someone else.

In Lin Yu's arms, Qing Mo's breathing went from steady to slightly heavy.

Her soft body pressed against Lin Yu's chest, as pliable as if she had no bones.

Even her long legs seemed to lose their strength, solidly resting her entire body weight on him.

The strange, implicitly reproachful gazes of the passersby falling on her, the saintess who had willingly degraded herself, made her body unconsciously begin to burn.

That inexplicable scent on Lin Yu that always managed to hit the right spot for her now entirely occupied her sense of smell.

Like some sort of illicit drug, it stimulated her heart to beat faster, beating so hard it even ached a little.

Raising her eyes to look at the prominent Adam's apple on Lin Yu's neck, she was so infatuated that she wanted to lean in right then and there and take it in her mouth.

Qing Mo's gaze remained hazy and fervently fixed on his bobbing Adam's apple.

Just as her alluring lips parted slightly, uncontrollably wanting to lean in, Lin Yu suddenly turned his neck and looked in a certain direction.

Qing Mo's gaze subconsciously lifted, looking past Lin Yu's face.

She saw a touch of softness appear on his face as he gave a slight nod, as if greeting a friend he knew.

Qing Mo instantly sobered up.

No, no.

Some things were okay to do in front of strangers.

But if an acquaintance saw them, how could she ever face them again?

The flames in Qing Mo's heart quickly extinguished, and she became entirely well-behaved.

Lin Yu didn't seem to be very close to that person; he just gave a light nod as a small greeting, and then walked away without looking back.

Qing Mo was a bit curious about who this person Lin Yu knew was, and whether she knew him too.

She subconsciously cast her gaze over.

Qing Mo saw a young man, not very old, around twenty years of age.

He was working at a fried chicken shop. He had a handsome, clean-cut appearance with shoulder-length hair hanging loose, the long bangs in front faintly covering his eyebrows.

What was strange was.

His face bore no smile of encountering an acquaintance, nor any friendly expression.

His subconsciously widened eyes were filled with panic and shock.

As if a piece of the worldview he knew so well had just collapsed.

What a strange person.

Qing Mo didn't look at him much further.

Once she confirmed she didn't know the person, she withdrew her gaze.

She continued to lazily nestle in Lin Yu's arms, sniffing the scent on him that she loved so much...

...

Qing Mo and Lin Yu left, holding each other.

The shock in the eyes of the young man wearing the red employee cap gradually turned into confusion.

He forgot about the fried chicken pieces in his hands that were past their time and needed to be scooped out.

In his chaotic mind, only one thought remained.

How did he still remember him?

That shouldn't be...

...

In the restaurant.

Qing Mo and Lin Yu sat on the same side.

The two ate and chatted.

Soon, the topic shifted to Little Darling.

Mentioning Little Darling.

Qing Mo asked curiously:

"Little Darling is almost a year and a half old now."

"You used to always teach her to call you Daddy."

"So, was her first word 'Daddy'?"

At the mention of this, Lin Yu raised his hand in distress and rubbed his temples.

She did say it.

It's just that...

...

Lin Yu's memory drifted back to half a month ago.

After a long period of growth and evolution, tiny Little Darling finally successfully activated her language system, able to use her pink little tongue to utter some simple syllables.

Lin Yu still remembered how incredibly thrilled he was at the time.

He hurriedly sprinted over to Little Darling.

Slowly teaching her word by word, trying to get her to say those two words herself.

"Come on~"

"Little Darling."

"Say Daddy~"

"Daddy~"

Lin Yu taught her, syllable by syllable.

Watching Little Darling slowly open her mouth, Lin Yu held his breath in intense concentration, ready to receive the child's very first words since birth.

He saw Little Darling's lips move, working her tongue with clumsy effort.

Finally, with an almost eerie clarity, she spat out a few syllables.

"Say Daddy."

Thinking of this, Lin Yu couldn't help but let out another sigh.

This kid.

He was definitely going to grow up to be an absolute little devil.