The themes being collected are all these kinds of hot-blooded plots, disasters, supernatural events, and the like, with a very high degree of overlap.

　　With the push from major platforms, works with these themes are now emerging in an endless stream.

　　“All the major platforms are promoting these kinds of works? That popular?” Ethan Foster was a bit curious about this.

　　Well, this was a good thing for him... it meant that before he got tired of them, he’d have plenty of works to choose from.

　　……

　　Time flew by when spending it with Chloe Sullivan.

　　Sketching in the afternoon.

　　Enjoying dinner.

　　Taking a walk hand in hand.

　　Working out together.

　　Then going back to color the last few unfinished pages.

　　By the time the final draft was done, it was already 11:54 PM.

　　Next, it was the promised night...

　　Ethan Foster carefully saved the finished draft: “It’s so late, let’s rest.”

　　“Mm.” Across from him, Chloe Sullivan yawned, took off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes—she only ever stayed up this late when helping Ethan Foster rush a deadline. Normally, her routine was textbook-level standard.

　　……

　　Late at night, all was quiet.

　　By the time Ethan Foster and Chloe Sullivan finished washing up, it was already past midnight.

　　May 24, 2025, Saturday, 12:08 AM.

　　On the big bed, Ethan Foster was already prepared.

　　The time for confession had come!

　　“Huamei~” he said seriously, “Do you feel like I’m a bit different from usual today? Actually, when I woke up this morning, I noticed something strange about myself. For three years, I lost three—”

　　“Reporting in!” Suddenly, Huamei, who was sharing the pillow with Ethan Foster, seemed to receive some kind of signal, sat up at once, and responded in a pleasant voice.

　　Ethan Foster: “???”

Chapter 10: Smiling and Patting the Dog’s Head

　　This sudden “Reporting in” ruthlessly interrupted the confession that Ethan Foster had been working up to for so long—he almost choked from holding it in.

　　“Huh?” After sitting up, Chloe Sullivan’s eyes lit up slightly.

　　At the same time, she sensed a “resentful” gaze fixed on her... the gaze coming from her side.

　　Chloe Sullivan turned her head, and by the faint light from the night lamp under the cabinet, she saw Ethan Foster, who looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

　　[That expression...] With just one glance, she immediately guessed that her “Reporting in” must have accidentally interrupted Ethan Foster’s words, and it was probably something important?

　　“I need to make up for this, otherwise, it’ll be too awkward.” Chloe Sullivan scooted back a bit, letting her back rest against the headboard cushion.

　　Then, under Ethan Foster’s puzzled gaze, she gently lifted his head with both hands and placed it on her lap.

　　A lap pillow... or more accurately, a thigh pillow.

　　This made Ethan Foster’s cheeks flush.

　　“Alright, if you have something important to say, you can say it now.” Chloe Sullivan whispered softly to Ethan Foster.

　　[Is this the “Tonight, I’ll cooperate with you~” cooperation that Huamei mentioned at noon?]

　　Do couples really need to be this clingy when whispering secrets?

　　Lesson learned, lesson learned.

　　“Before I start, you should also be mentally prepared.” Because his rhythm had been interrupted, Ethan Foster had to start over, bringing back the warm-up opening from noon and saying it again.

　　“Don’t worry, I’m already prepared.” Chloe Sullivan said gently.

　　As she spoke, her gaze was fixed on Ethan Foster... or rather, on his head, her eyes sparkling as if she were looking at a treasure.

　　“Something uncontrollable might have happened to me, and I don’t know the cause of this mutation yet... Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I had a blackout.” Ethan Foster began his confession.

　　“Blackout?” Chloe Sullivan asked in confusion.

　　At the same time, her soft fingertips quietly landed on Ethan Foster’s head, and while no one was paying attention, she started gently rubbing his scalp with her fingertips.

　　“I mean, I lost my memory.” Ethan Foster said in a low voice.

　　Chloe Sullivan’s fingers paused slightly as she rubbed his head: “Amnesia? All your memories?”

　　“No, not all. I lost three years of memories. I felt I couldn’t hide this from you... and there’s no need to.” Ethan Foster said seriously—from this moment on, the future lines of “许奇鱼, 许奇鸡, 许奇鸭” were all cut off!

　　“So, your memories stop at when?” Chloe Sullivan seemed a bit nervous—Ethan Foster could feel it from the slight tension in the thighs he was resting on.

　　“My last memory is of a sleepless night during my university days. I finally managed to fall asleep, and when I opened my eyes, it was three years later. To be honest, even now, it still feels like a dream.” Ethan Foster even wondered if, after another sleep, he’d wake up back in his campus dorm.

　　After speaking, Ethan Foster looked up at Chloe Sullivan—he had confessed everything, so how would Chloe Sullivan react to his amnesia?

　　“...Then, do you still remember my name?” Chloe Sullivan’s voice grew even softer, her fingers once again stroking Ethan Foster’s short hair.

　　Ethan Foster’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this question!