After the car accident, my boyfriend got straight

Silver drops glistened from the corner of Jiang Shiyu’s mouth, his body immobilized like a kitten with its tail pinched. Soft moans escaped his lips, and he was struggling to breathe.

It had been a long time since they last kissed. When they used to kiss, Shen Li was usually gentle and slow, easing into it. But tonight, he was consuming, taking his lips without any prelude, exploring his mouth with his tongue, controlling the rhythm of their breaths.

“Mmm…”

Jiang Shiyu’s chest heaved violently, and his whimpers and sobs were quickly muffled by Shen Li. Shen Li had pinned his helpless hands behind his back, firmly holding him in place, forcing him to endure.

The night was hazy, with shadows dancing among the trees. A cool breeze from the river rustled the leaves, casting indistinct figures against the backdrop.

Jiang Shiyu’s mind was muddled, his body weak and face flushed. Clinging to the last bit of willpower, he bit down hard on the tongue invading his mouth.

Shen Li let out a painful groan, his narrow eyes reflecting a terrifying emotion.

Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Shiyu lowered his head, trying to hide his face and lips.

“You’re sick, you’re sick, Shen Li.” Even when scolding, his tone was almost coquettish. Shen Li’s breathing was heavy and rough, and he tried to lower his head to kiss his neck.

“Ah! Don’t kiss me, Shen Li. There are people outside. Don’t bite my neck. It hurts.”

Shen Li dragged him back home. The moment they entered, with no lights on, he pushed him against the entrance, kissing his neck aggressively.

Jiang Shiyu couldn’t understand his sudden outburst. Things had been going well between them, their relationship growing closer and more harmonious. Tonight’s unexpected behavior caught him off guard.

He didn’t mind being close to him, but this senseless outburst was unacceptable.

Sitting on the entrance hall with Shen Li towering over him, he gripped Shen Li’s short hair. The coarse, short strands were as unruly as Shen Li himself, scratching his palm like needles.

Shen Li was forced to lift his head from his neck. Jiang Shiyu, in the dominant position, held his head with a firm grip, as if disciplining a dog, yanking his hair to make him look up.

Looking down from a higher position, Jiang Shiyu’s round, dark eyes were filled with coldness.

The once frantic Shen Li suddenly seemed sedated, his red eyes calming, his rough breathing still unsettled. He lowered his head like a defeated lion, awaiting judgment.

The large house fell into an almost eerie silence, with moonlight and river views streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The narrow view from the entrance required them to be very close to see each other’s expressions.

Jiang Shiyu held Shen Li’s head, not allowing him to look down. He leaned in, no longer the cute kitten but a cold, beautiful queen wielding power.

His voice, still husky, despite trying to sound cold, carried a sticky, weakened tone, “What’s wrong with you, Shen Li?”

Shen Li’s head was held up by his slender, white hand, forcing him to look up at him, whose once bright features had turned cold and distant.

Shen Li couldn’t speak. He wanted to close his eyes and escape, but Jiang Shiyu seemed to read his thoughts and spoke, “If you don’t say it, I’ll pack my things and go back to the dorm. I’ll tell Aunt Bai Yun tomorrow that I’m going home.”

The once dejected Shen Li immediately changed his expression upon hearing this, his pupils contracting and jaw tensing.

“Speak up!”

In the silence, Jiang Shiyu seemed to begin understanding something. He wanted Shen Li to admit it, to speak out.

“Say it!”

Shen Li’s hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, his teeth grinding almost to the point of breaking.

In the next moment, Jiang Shiyu released his head and jumped down from the entrance hall. “Shen Li, I’m not some dog you can call and dismiss at will. I don’t blame you for forgetting me. I just don’t like your erratic behavior. I get tired too.”

He passed by Shen Li, his words laced with exhaustion, as if he had used up all his strength. This time, he truly did not want to look back.

A deep fear gripped Shen Li’s heart. The sudden panic made him instinctively pull Jiang Shiyu, who was about to walk away. “Don’t go.”

He blurted out, “Stay with me.” Jiang Shiyu waited for a few seconds, but there was no follow-up. Shen Li tried to pull him back by the wrist.

In the next instant, Shen Li’s strong arms wrapped around him tightly, squeezing him so hard it was difficult to breathe.

“Don’t go, Jiang Shiyu. I like you. Don’t go. I’m begging you.”

His voice came from Jiang Shiyu’s neck, muffled and desperate.

Jiang Shiyu stood there, his gaze on the sunken living room and the river view outside the window, the lights flickering in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I was the fool. I was impulsive. Don’t leave. Stay here.” After a pause, “I’ll leave.”

Jiang Shiyu’s cat-like eyes blinked a few times before suddenly drooping in resignation, a helpless laugh escaping him. “Shen Li, don’t you plan to have a proper conversation with me?”

The air fell silent again.

“Actually, we should have talked properly a long time ago. We’ve been subconsciously avoiding it, but some issues can’t be resolved by avoiding them.”

Jiang Shiyu seemed soft and easy to handle on the surface, but he was often very pure and disinterested in other matters. It didn’t mean he was unaware.

Shen Li slowly loosened his grip, realizing that the physical contact and desperate attempt to hold him were his only choices.

The house was always a constant temperature, but Shen Li turned on the heater. They had been standing in the entrance hall for too long, and Jiang Shiyu had just recovered from a cold.

Jiang Shiyu noticed the action and a hint of warmth crossed his eyes.

They didn’t move to another place, standing in the dim, narrow entrance, continuing their conversation.

“Did you remember anything?” Jiang Shiyu asked.

Shen Li hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “Fragmented memories that don’t form a complete picture.”

In the darkness, his night vision was far superior to Jiang Shiyu’s. He could almost see the troubled and confused expression on his face after he answered.

“How do you know?”

Jiang Shiyu bit his lip and responded, “Before you lost your memory, you used to get obsessed and bite my neck and nape because you knew it was my sensitive spot. Whenever you bit me, I was powerless to resist. Also, recently, when you gave me warm milk in the morning, you added a cube of sugar. Only the pre-amnesia Shen Li knew I liked adding sugar to my milk.”

There were many other details. Their time together recently had made him sometimes feel as though the old Shen Li had returned, as if he had never lost his memory and had always been by his side.

“Have you seen a doctor? What did the doctor say?”

Shen Li leaned against the wall, half of his body in darkness, his voice hoarse. “The doctor said my mind is like a puzzle with many pieces, but missing a crucial one. That’s why I can’t complete it. He suggested I revisit places I’ve been to; maybe I’ll suddenly recall a memory and connect the pieces. He said there’s a chance I might never find that piece, but there’s also a possibility that it might come together unexpectedly.”

Jiang Shiyu understood. As time passed, hearing Shen Li say he might never remember that part of his memory didn’t hurt as much as before. Instead, he felt more at peace. If he could remember, that would be great. If not, Shen Li would still be Shen Li, and he could feel that.

Facing Jiang Shiyu’s sudden silence, Shen Li became anxious. He now knew that if he couldn’t find that piece of memory, he might never recall it. Was he beginning to regret being good to the current Shen Li, regretting staying by his side? Was he starting to dislike him, or was he forcing himself to stay despite feeling nauseated, just to help him regain his memory?

Shen Li almost self-destructively thought that even if Jiang Shiyu hated him or used him, as long as he was by his side, it would be enough.

His throat felt like it was being scraped by a blade, blocking his words. “Don’t worry. The doctor said the chance of recovery is still quite high. The old Shen Li loved you so much; he wouldn’t easily forget you.”

After speaking, he seemed both relieved and as if his soul was drifting.

Jiang Shiyu walked over and leaned his head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

After a while, he curiously said, “It seems even the heartbeat is the same.”

Shen Li didn’t understand what he meant but had no energy to respond.

“If the old Shen Li regains his memory, what about the current Shen Li? I only like the Shen Li who shared feelings with me. But when he regains his memory, he’ll still carry the current Shen Li’s memories. It’s so confusing.”

Shen Li felt like Jiang Shiyu was a sugar-coated weapon. Although he appeared sweet and enticing, the weapon in his hand was merciless, tearing at your heart.

His voice was full of resignation and grievance. “If you want the old Shen Li, you have to accept the current Shen Li too.”

Jiang Shiyu pouted. “If there were memory erasure techniques, it would be great. You could regain your memory and then erase this period.”

Shen Li, frustrated, grabbed his face and said fiercely, “Jiang Shiyu, don’t be too much.”

Jiang Shiyu smiled, his dimples deepening, and bumped his forehead against Shen Li’s chin, causing him pain and making him loosen his hold.

“Shen Li, they say you have high IQ and EQ, and you got into Jiang Hua with high scores. Why do I now feel you’re such a fool?”

His tone was playful, with his lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

“Is this why you’re acting out? Why are you so obsessed with the old and current Shen Li? No matter if you have memory or not, you are still yourself. Even though I was in pain at first, wanting you to regain your memory quickly and return to the old Shen Li, time has proven that no matter when we start again, I will still fall for you, and you will still fall for me. Memory is just a carrier of our feelings; even if it’s formatted, the original settings won’t change. So, no matter which period of you, Shen Li, I like you.”

This time, he wrapped his arms around Shen Li’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and pressed his lips against his.