Chapter 12: Out of Control

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The girl’s supple waist brushed against his fingers through the thin fabric, and in that instant, he suddenly understood why Sang Yao was so unwilling to let go. The delicate and tender sensation made him involuntarily entertain a shameful thought of grasping her tightly. To quickly end this inappropriate idea, Yuan Feiye yanked Sang Yao’s hand away and forcefully shook it off.

“Alright, go back to your room quickly.”

After expressing her thanks, Sang Fuying stood up and rushed out of the bathroom, locking herself inside her bedroom. Her cheeks remained flushed, her heart pounding wildly, and her entire body felt burning hot, like a shrimp freshly pulled from boiling water.

What was wrong with her uncle? How could he do such a thing with her?

Yesterday had already been awkward enough when her uncle caught her bathing in his room, and now something even more shameful had happened. From now on, living under the same roof with him, running into him constantly—it would be unbearably embarrassing!

[Host, your uncle’s recent behavior was actually a manifestation of a male’s mental power breakdown and loss of control. What just happened was an instinctive reaction beyond his own control. Fortunately, you only shared a kiss; nothing more occurred.]

After the incident, Xiaobu suddenly appeared to comfort Sang Fuying.

“Does a male remember what happens when he loses control?”

[Well, it depends on the severity of the breakdown. If it’s severe, there’s basically no memory. If it’s less severe, where only the willpower fails to control the body, then the memory remains.]

Sang Fuying’s mind was a complete mess after hearing this. She changed into clean clothes, tidied herself up, and left her room. There were still others at home, and since she didn’t fully understand her uncle’s condition, she felt she needed to check on him.

Yuan Feiye, too lazy to drag Sang Yao out of the bathtub, let him soak in the cool water. Out of a sense of humanity, he planned to wait until Sang Yao regained consciousness—though this humanity was for Sang Yao’s niece, not for Sang Yao himself.

All the clothes in Sang Fuying’s wardrobe were flamboyant dresses. She simply put on another pink nightgown and threw on a coat before coming out.

“How is my uncle doing?” She stood at the doorway, unwilling to enter, her gaze evasive and filled with embarrassment as she asked Yuan Feiye.

“He’s still unconscious. Let him soak in the water to sober up. Don’t get near him anymore; it’s dangerous.” Yuan Feiye sat at Sang Yao’s computer desk, back facing Sang Fuying as he spoke.

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“Why did you come looking for my uncle?” she asked curiously.

“Because your uncle’s condition has been poor all day. I can tell he’s male. The older a male gets without the comfort of a female’s mental energy, the more dangerous he becomes. Your uncle is thirty this year, still without a partner, which makes him high-risk. He lost control once tonight, and if there’s no female to soothe him, it will only get harder to manage. If the Federation finds out he lost control, they will force him out.”

“Force him out?” Sang Fuying’s eyes widened. “Does that mean my uncle will lose his job?”

Yuan Feiye chuckled. “Losing his job would be the least of his worries. By the way, did you know a male can die from a severe mental breakdown?”

Sang Fuying was even more stunned; she truly had no idea. She had just arrived in this world and had only read the survival guide Xiaobu sent. There was still so much she didn’t know.

“So, does my uncle have to find a female?”

“Yes. Just now his beastly instincts nearly made him hurt you. Until he finds a matched female, it will be very dangerous for you to be near him.”

Yuan Feiye then unlocked Sang Yao’s computer using a password he had secretly discovered at the base and started playing games on it with ease.

“It’s late. Go back and sleep. Don’t be too scared. Besides, your uncle isn’t really that good to you anyway. If it comes to it, we can change your guardian. I’ll ask for custody and take you to live with me.” Yuan Feiye’s tone was casual, halfway between a serious suggestion and an offhand joke.

He said her uncle wasn’t good to her? Yet her uncle gave her plenty of money and used his connections to send her to the Federation University.

She wanted to ask Yuan Feiye about her relationship with her uncle, but she feared saying too much and exposing that she wasn’t the original body’s owner. She could only hope Xiaobu would soon find out why her fusion with the original soul had failed, so she could properly merge with this body and regain her memories.

When Sang Yao woke from the icy bathtub, the lingering sweet fragrance in the air hadn’t yet dissipated.

His head throbbed painfully, and his heart pounded so violently he felt it might burst through his chest.

Outside, loud keystrokes rang out—sound exactly like Yuan Feiye playing games—making his temples throb even more.

Sang Yao rose from the bathtub and returned to his room, where he found Yuan Feiye sitting at his computer desk.

The moment he saw him, his brows furrowed tightly. “What are you doing here?”

They had known each other for many years but weren’t close enough to enter each other’s homes so freely.

“Guess,” Yuan Feiye teased, playing his game with a mischievous grin.

Sang Yao coolly replied with four words: “Say it if you want.”

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“Alright, Sang Yao, I rushed over to save your life and stop your beastly rage from bullying your little niece, and this is how you treat your benefactor?”

Sang Yao’s eyes narrowed sharply. “What happened just now? How did I bully her?”

His clothes were intact. When he was conscious, he had filled the bathtub with cool water and administered a suppressant to himself, so nothing serious should have happened.

“Guess,” Yuan Feiye said, leaving him to figure it out.

Sang Yao was utterly speechless.

Guess this, guess that—during the traditional Lantern Festival on Blue Star over nine thousand years ago, they might as well have hung him up as a riddle, since no one would ever guess!

“Well, I still say it: say it if you want.”

“I would, but it would embarrass you to death, so I won’t. I advise you to match with a female as soon as possible. You have no memory of what you did when you lost control, which proves your mental breakdown is severe. I had to use a strong suppressant to stop you.”

Sang Yao sensed something was seriously wrong. Yuan Feiye’s words were often unreliable, but he rarely lied.

What exactly did he do during his loss of control? And the fragrance in the bathroom...

Had Fuying been there?

The scent she left lingering in his room last night—despite running the exhaust fan all night—would not fade, stirring the male genes within him and causing his mental breakdown symptoms to emerge today.

He had thought one injection of suppressant would be enough.

“So, what exactly happened?” Sang Yao’s heart was already uneasy.

“When I arrived, you were holding your Fuying and kissing her so much the little one was crying.”