Wiping the food residue from his fingertips with a napkin, Zhao Yicheng lowered his head to look at the pocket watch on his wrist.
The time is almost up.
He lifted his gaze and looked toward Xu Yinsheng, whose cheeks were puffed out, and spoke softly.
Xu Yinsheng, who was eating a small cake, paused, even forgetting to brush away the cake crumbs that had fallen into her breastplate.
So familiar, it felt like she had heard it somewhere before, but it had been so long, she couldn’t quite remember.
The last time Zhao Yicheng did this countdown was… the last time.
Uh… when was the last time?
Zhao Yicheng continued.
At the same time, he took out his phone and aimed the camera at Xu Yinsheng on the sofa.
As he uttered that word, the image on the video camera zoomed in accordingly.
At this moment, Xu Yinsheng remembered—the last time Zhao Yicheng did a countdown like this was two months ago, when she transformed into the Blood Clan Loli.
The instant the word “one” fell, her whole being felt a brief daze, as if she’d traveled through time and space, but quickly returned to normal.
She nonchalantly took another bite of cake, only to be surprised to find the piece in her hand seemed smaller.
Startled, Xu Yinsheng looked around.
Everything seemed unchanged, even Zhao Yicheng, who she usually felt was impossibly tall and imposing, now seemed much shorter compared to her.
No, that’s not right.
Her sharp gaze caught her own reflection in the glass of the machine—a tall, slender, striking figure, brimming with heroic spirit.
Oh… transformed again.
Xu Yinsheng felt no waves in her heart.
What use is transformation?
Isn’t it just a change in form?
Either way, she was still at Zhao Yicheng’s mercy.
Previously a loli, now a cool beauty—why was it that she never had such good luck!
Did Zhao Yicheng save the world in his past life or something?!
Unlike Xu Yinsheng’s utter calm, Zhao Yicheng stared in a daze at the mature beauty in armour sitting across from him on the sofa—or rather, the female general.
He knew the person before him was still Xu Yinsheng, but just a moment ago she was the soft, sweet, silver-haired Blood Clan Loli, and in the blink of an eye, she’d become a valiant female general in splendid attire.
The change in appearance and tone was so dramatic, he couldn’t help but want to confirm.
“Is it really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” Xu Yinsheng rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, her chest rising and falling.
Unlike the silver-haired Blood Clan Loli, this general version of Xu Yinsheng had a head of fiery red hair, long legs, a perky rear, and a slender waist.
Her curves were barely contained by the armour, as if a touch would make them spill over—every inch radiated feminine charm and allure.
Yet Xu Yinsheng was totally unladylike, digging in her ear and wiping her finger on the airplane curtain.
Thinking about how she’d have to be on camera again soon, a hint of mischief flashed in her half-closed, fox-like eyes.
“You say you love me.”
Her tone was mocking, but if you listened closely, there was a trace of sourness.
“So, do you love my body, or my soul?”
Xu Yinsheng counted on her fingers, but in truth stared straight into Zhao Yicheng’s gray eyes and sneered, “All kinds of women, silver-haired loli, my female version, even the hybrid Blood Clan Succubus loli—except for the pure-blooded super demon, you’ve had them all. You really do enjoy the blessings of many beauties.”
“Good master, can I ask, how does it feel to savour the taste of four women at once? Is it that amazing?”
She mimicked a cat’s tone, her voice sweet yet dripping with sarcasm.
Hearing this, Zhao Yicheng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
He reached out to smooth the bristling big cat, but Xu Yinsheng deftly dodged, leaving only a strand of fiery red hair falling into his palm, tickling him.
He helplessly withdrew his hand, then offered her a cup of Oolong Tea, teasing, “Someone’s jealous.”
“Don’t joke.”
The general version of Xu Yinsheng snorted, crossing her beautiful long legs and sitting in a totally unladylike pose.
She accepted the tea without hesitation, not afraid of being drugged, and took a sip.
Her delicate nose lifted, her phoenix eyes narrowed as she coldly regarded the man before her.
“Would I be jealous?”
She stuck out her tongue—a move typical of a young girl, yet done by the 178cm tall, cool female general, it had a different kind of charm.
“Besides, I don’t even like you, so why would I be jealous?”
As soon as she said it, Xu Yinsheng regretted it—not because she was worried about hurting Zhao Yicheng, but because she was afraid it might set him off.
It had been so hard for things to be normal for a bit.
If a few careless words sent him spiralling again, and he turned twisted and perverse once more, she’d be in for another round of punishment.
Even as a mature general, Xu Yinsheng was still Xu Yinsheng at heart.
And at ten thousand meters in the air, she was genuinely afraid Zhao Yicheng might do something irrational.
Zhao Yicheng fell silent for a few seconds.
Judging by her tone, it really was Xiao Yin.
After all, that sarcasm mixed with a hint of mockery could make even the gentlest person grit their teeth.
Other than Xu Yinsheng, no one else could do that.
“You—”
Both of them spoke at the same time, but stopped abruptly.
Xu Yinsheng coughed up a bit of cake and gestured for him to go first.
Zhao Yicheng smiled silently.
“You’ve fallen for me, haven’t you?”
“No.”
Xu Yinsheng, her cheeks slightly puffed, rolled her eyes.
“Don’t flatter yourself, okay?”
“With the two of us like this, if love were to happen, it would only be in those brainless CEO dramas.”
“Oh, please.”
“No,” Zhao Yicheng folded his hands under his chin.
“You’ve fallen for me. I can feel it.”
He pressed his left hand to his chest, closed his eyes as if savoring the feeling, the corners of his mouth curving into a sweet smile, and murmured, “Even if… it’s just a little.”
Bad news—Zhao Yicheng was acting up again.
Good news—at least it wasn’t that twisted kind from before.
Under the table, her little foot kicked the man’s calf a few times.
Xu Yinsheng, feeling satisfied, clicked her tongue.
“Think whatever you want.”
She pressed a button on the sofa, and with a few clicks, the back slowly reclined to form a small bed.
Then she pulled the white woven cord by the window, and a compartment overhead opened, dropping down a cotton pillow and quilt.
Xu Yinsheng flopped backward onto the little bed, stuffed the pillow behind her head, wrapped herself in the quilt, and curled up like a cocoon.
“You go sleep in the bedroom. I’ll take the sofa.”
“Of course, unless you want to try sleeping in water or something.”
Xu Yinsheng lifted a corner of the quilt, patted her exquisite red and silver armor, and shot Zhao Yicheng a glare.
“You figure out how to take this off yourself. I have no idea how.”
With that, she sprawled out on the bed in a starfish pose.
But Zhao Yicheng didn’t do as she wished. Instead, he scooped Xu Yinsheng up in his arms and walked toward the bedroom.
“Don’t be so impatient, will you?”
Cradled against his solid chest, Xu Yinsheng didn’t resist—she knew it was useless. Instead, she kept up her constant stream of complaints.
“Can’t you have a little self-control? Let me have at least a good impression of you.”
“So eager to drag me into bed.”
“If I hadn’t been to the future, I’d really suspect you’re a harem protagonist.”