Amelia was extremely satisfied with Feng Yi's answer. She moved even closer to him, her lips almost brushing against his earlobe, "If I were you, I would definitely seek clarity about my visitor's intentions."

But who was Feng Yi? He was not one to be tricked easily. Amelia was blatantly attempting to ensnare him. As a seasoned warrior who'd fought plenty of legal battles and a psychological expert, the prospect of utilizing tricks to pressurise him seemed like a fool's dream.

Unexpectedly, Amelia continued: "Maybe, I am aware of the secrets you never want to be revealed. For instance, about Star Wars... and more..."

"Enough!" Before the smirking Amelia could finish, Feng Yi interrupted her, "What do you know exactly? Tell me. Speak up about your motives for seeking me."

Tsk, tsk. Men are indeed hasty creatures," Amelia responded calmly, "The widely-known Revenge Shadow Rider almost became targeted by the entire internet community. You definitely don't want the truth to be revealed, right? Rest assured, I'll keep your secret safe."

"What!?"

Feng Yi was utterly befuddled. His mind raced incoherently, unable to make sense of her words. In this world, only two people knew the true identity of the Revenge Shadow Rider: One was Francis, and the other was Eggy. Eggy was on his side, and Francis, his sworn brother, was known to never let anything slip despite any predicament they found themselves in.

It was improbable and illogical. To deceive the world right under the nose of an omnipresent AI was simply impossible—or so Feng Yi believed. But, there was a possibility: if Amelia had already known his identity even before Eggy did, everything would start to make sense. It's just that the Revenge Shadow Rider was not as famous back then.

Feng Yi's overheating brain plunged into another cycle of confusion... when exactly had he revealed his Shadow Rider identity? How could he have made such an elementary mistake? It certainly couldn't be at the Martial Arts Hall. There were three of them who frequented there during that time— the fat Zhang Xiaobo, Sheng Qiangwei and... Emily, Amelia? Besides their similar names, he saw no other connection between Emily and Amelia, from voice to behavior— was it merely a coincidence?

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Feng Yi attempted to disassociate himself with the Revenge Shadow Rider.

Amelia simply smirked quietly. Her whispered words seemed like the devil's sweet poison, rhythmically tearing down Feng Yi's mental defenses, "Hmm, the Revenge Shadow Rider... a vile and pitiful jester who never dares to remove his mask, always underhanded and seeking cheap fame..." Her soft voice flew right at Feng Yi's shocked defenses like a barrage.

Wait, am I really that awful? Even Feng Yi had to take a step back, nearly spitting blood in disbelief. Amelia was indeed hard to deal with. If the evidence was strong enough, there was no need covering up anymore. He decided to surrender, "Alright, I am the Revenge Shadow Rider, but I'm not as bad as you make me out to be."

"Hmm? Hehe." Amelia, now in control of the situation, smirked. Throughout the exchange, she never once threatened him, using merely the Shadow Rider's identity. Feng Yi felt he had no choice but to admit defeat in this round.

"All I wanted was to keep your secret safe. And then, there's just one tiny request."

"So this is your real purpose for coming here. Spill it, what is it?"

"You've accepted."

"No, I just want to know."

"Just one thing. As long as you agree to it, I'll forever keep your secret safe."

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

"Well... Kiss me, a contract kiss," Amelia said as she gently licked her lips, "That should be pretty easy, right?" Her voice, sweet enough to charm a bone, constantly echoed inside his ear, testing his resolve as a man.

Feng Yi couldn't believe that such a prestigious lady was asking him for a kiss. Was this for real? He was the one at a disadvantage both emotionally and logically. Was she leading him into some kind of seductive trap? But, what could he possibly offer that she had to resort to this? He had heard of Amelia's renowned name from the Colonial Planet a long time ago. Utterly shocked by her audacity, Feng Yi found the situation unbelievable.

He could vaguely sense an inexplicable sincerity in her playful eyes. Maybe it was really like that. "I agree to your condition. However, I'll do so only under the premise that it doesn't violate my principles."

"Not a problem."

To his surprise, Amelia easily agreed, "Then tell me, what conditions do you have."

"Now? Hehe, I haven't really thought it through. Men are indeed impulsive animals." Amelia gave a devilish smile.

"You..." Feng Yi did not like being led on.

"I am what I am, no need for doubts," Amelia said, while looking directly at Feng Yi, "Now, let's start with our contract kiss."

Wait a minute! Why is she so impatient and domineering? If the roles were reversed, one would think she was the hasty one here. They were not even a couple. How could this sudden escalation be happening? But, with things reaching this state, Feng Yi, who was not one to cower, felt obligated to man up. No guilt should be associated with Amelia.

Just as Feng Yi was about to hold her slender waist, he felt a gust of pleasing aroma flying towards him. His attractive companion blinked her elegant eyelashes, closed her eyes, and gracefully took the initiative. Her charming cheeks turned pink, and her cherry-painted lips skillfully melted his defenses. As if a baby clinging onto its source of nourishment, their intertwining lips and tongues made the moment even more exhilarating.

Did Amelia eat candy before coming? During their kiss, Feng Yi could taste a hint of sweetness in her mouth. She didn't seem like a beginner at all. Her ability to equally push and pull stoked the fires of desire in Feng Yi's heart. Feng Yi didn't despise this feeling. Although Emily and him had no romantic past, she possessed a certain enchantment. Under the influence of male hormones, Feng Yi suddenly yearned to tear apart her facade and explore deeper.

What defines a man? The simplest answer—impulsiveness. No, in fact, impulsiveness was the devil. At least at that moment, Feng Yi was like a devil, who immediately pushed the petite Amelia onto the bed.

Wait a second! Just what was he doing? Were his actions not just a violation against a defenseless woman? This was definitely not the Feng Yi he had always known. For his actions, he could only blame Amelia's innate ability to bewitch people.

Unexpectedly, Amelia wore an indifferent expression, briefly glancing at Feng Yi, "Unable to face your desires straightforwardly, you really are a despicable man." You could never spot anything other than pride on this haughty woman's face.

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