Inside his mind, the memory of what had just happened receded like the tide, yet resistance pulled it back, lodging it into his consciousness.
So, the newly influx, modified memory seemed so abrupt.
Yan Huan blinked, experienced the revised memory a bit, and touched his shoulders which had just been bitten by Ye Shiyu.
Through the fabric, his skin faintly bore a small, reddish mark.
Feeling a bit of moisture where he touched, Yan Huan quickly withdrew his hand and muttered in his mind to Miao, "Every modifier seems to have memory correction, but the effects seem to vary..."
Miao appeared silently on his shoulder, glanced back at Ye Shiyu, who walked out of the alley with an impassive face, and responded, "That's right, meow... Like how An Le just touched you, without resistance, you would've accepted that the pleasure generated was due to your fondness for her, to the point where even the pain from muscle exercise could be ignored..."
