I have to say, this life's Yang Yi is truly a proper good man!
In his merged memories, Yang Yi could see that his former self had been single for all these years... Murphy's ill-fated entanglement aside.
Of course, even after retiring and struggling all these years, it wasn't like no one pursued him! After all, he was still a soldier with an amazing physique!
Whether it was the waitress at the hotel or some wealthy women at the clubs, they all wanted to get Yang Yi into bed.
Yet, this guy remained untouched, not a single leaf clinging to him!
His greatest record was two years ago when he worked as a security guard at a club. A lovestruck working girl threw herself at him, completely naked, but Yang Yi still didn't make a move. He took off his own shirt, draped it over her, and walked away expressionlessly!
Walked away... just like Liu Xiahui, he walked away!
However, "Liu Xiahui's" fate was miserable!
Later, rumors spread through the club that he was impotent. Though the former Yang Yi didn't care and didn't hold a grudge against that girl, he indeed became a laughingstock.
But was this body really impotent?
Yang Yi didn't think so. Staring at the sizzling figure of the white-collar beauty before him, his overly vigorous body could barely hold itself together...
Looking from bottom to top, first there were the round, long thighs wrapped in black stockings and a pencil skirt, then a peach-like derriere, the taut skirt revealing its astonishing elasticity!
Yang Yi's gaze couldn't help but shift to her chest—bulging and full, whether real or just the bra's effect, it was huge, huge enough that the shirt buttons seemed ready to pop off!
The white-collar beauty keenly noticed Yang Yi's unbridled stare. Instantly, a cold chill pierced through her sunglasses, and she snorted, "Yang Yi, it's only been half a month, and you've grown quite bold!"
This icy voice was like a bucket of cold water, snapping Yang Yi back to reality.
"Murphy?" Yang Yi exclaimed in surprise.
It was Murphy's voice. Yang Yi suddenly realized. No wonder he'd vaguely thought her face looked familiar earlier!
He hadn't recognized Murphy because, in his memories, she never dressed like this!
Before she retired from the music scene, the "Ice Queen" known for her cold demeanor dressed very conservatively. Back then, she hadn't had a child yet, and her figure wasn't this sizzling...
Later, after she reunited with Yang Yi, every time she brought their daughter to his place, Murphy always wore a trench coat and scarf, wrapped up tight, afraid of being snapped by paparazzi.
She had never dressed this provocatively, okay? This white-collar outfit even carried a hint of cosplay embarrassment!
Seeing Yang Yi's stunned expression, Murphy felt a secret satisfaction deep down: "Hmph, let you look down on me, let you refuse to answer my calls!"
Maybe it was a stroke of impulse, but when she got out of the car, Murphy left her trench coat behind and even boldly adjusted her chest with her hands before clicking her heels up the stairs.
Of course, Murphy always hid her emotions well. Taking off her sunglasses, Yang Yi saw her cold eyes, radiating a distant, unapproachable air.
Yang Yi frowned, hesitated, and then spoke, "Why are you here?"
Then, feeling his words were a bit harsh, he added, "Wasn't Mo Xiaojuan supposed to pick up Xixi? And it's so early..."
But it was too late!
Murphy didn't hear the rest; his first words set her off.
"What do you mean, 'why am I here'?" Murphy shot Yang Yi a sharp glare. "Can't I come to pick up my own daughter?"
Yang Yi grew annoyed at her tone, perhaps due to his reluctance to part with Xixi or the influence of his former self's soul imprint. His expression turned cold as he said stiffly, "Isn't it too early? Weren't we agreed that Xixi would go back in the evening?"
Same voice, same temper... Murphy's tightly knit brows relaxed slightly.
But that didn't mean she liked Yang Yi's attitude. Hearing him say that, a surge of inexplicable anger rose in her heart.
"Oh? What, are you sick of seeing me or something?" Murphy asked irritably.
The poor soundproofing in the tenement building meant their argument echoed through the stairwell. Several people had already opened their doors to peek out!
Luckily, the dim lighting in the stairwell kept the onlookers from clearly seeing Murphy's face, or it would have been a huge scandal!
Murphy heard the commotion. A flush crept onto her face, and she glared at Yang Yi, who was still blocking the doorway, annoyed. "Are you going to make me stand here talking to you the whole time?"
Yang Yi scratched his head and quickly stepped aside to let her in.
That was his oversight. Though he was irritated by Murphy's cold demeanor and sharp, aggressive tone, he wasn't petty enough to hold a grudge.
As Murphy brushed past him, their bodies inevitably touched.
Yang Yi's nose caught the faint fragrance from her hair, but what struck him most was the slight contact between her hip and his thigh as she passed—the astonishing elasticity made him lose control, stirring an involuntary reaction!
Murphy didn't notice at first. She walked in as if familiar with the place, found a chair, and sat down. Her skirt pressed down, legs together and slightly angled to one side, her posture elegant.
But Yang Yi didn't follow her in. After a long pause, he finally entered, hunched over and pressing against the wall, trying to hide his predicament.
A flicker of surprise crossed Murphy's cold eyes, then understanding dawned. A blush rose on her face, and she silently cursed Yang Yi in her mind.
Yang Yi finally sat down. He looked up at Murphy, saw her acting as if nothing had happened, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn, why am I acting so innocent?" Yang Yi scolded himself for his pathetic performance.
To be fair, in his past life, Yang Yi wasn't exactly a saint when it came to relationships—he'd had his experiences! So why was he acting so disgracefully in front of Murphy?
Putting those thoughts aside, once they sat face to face, silence fell between them, with nothing to talk about.
The atmosphere grew awkward...
Even Murphy, the ice queen, struggled to maintain her aloof demeanor under this strange tension.
"You big blockhead!" Murphy was at her wit's end, nearly furious with Yang Yi, a hint of sadness in her heart. "Do you really not welcome me?"
She felt Yang Yi wasn't just dull—he might actually dislike her. Why else would he be so doting with Xixi yet so cold and indifferent to her?
Clearly, Murphy didn't realize she had her own issues—her icy demeanor was no less off-putting than Yang Yi's!
But Murphy wasn't good at conversation either. They couldn't keep the talk going, staring at each other for a long while until Murphy couldn't take it anymore and stood up.
"I'm going to check on Xixi!" Murphy said huffily.
Yang Yi frowned slightly. He didn't know why Murphy always sounded like she was spoiling for a fight, but he didn't care much. He nodded and even walked ahead to open the door for her.
Once Yang Yi moved aside, Murphy saw Xixi sleeping on the bed. At the sight of her daughter, the ice queen's eyes softened.
The little one liked to kick off her blankets. Yang Yi had only been gone a moment, and she'd already pushed the small quilt down to her feet.
Seeing this, Murphy thought Yang Yi was neglecting her care. She shot him an angry glare, walked over, and tucked Xixi in.
Maybe she'd slept enough, because as Murphy moved, Xixi groggily opened her eyes.
"Mommy..." the little girl murmured sleepily, reaching out her tiny hands for a hug.
Murphy missed her daughter terribly. She sat on the bed, scooped the little one into her arms, and they whispered softly to each other.
Yang Yi leaned against the doorframe, silent.
This scene was warm and beautiful, like the home he'd dreamed of in his past life.
But he still understood—this wasn't a home yet...
Murphy had come, but she would leave.
And she would take Xixi with her...
Yang Yi's heart was filled with reluctance. Xixi was the first person he'd met in this strange world, the only blood relative connected to him.
In these two days, he'd grown used to the little one's presence, immersed in the happiness of family bonds.
If Xixi left with her mother, he would probably sink back into that boundless loneliness...