The latter half is Kang Erxin’s A380 ten-piece set, which looks extremely elegant and noble at first glance.
The classic black-and-white pairing can match a variety of interior styles, with a large TV for watching shows, a pure white cotton king-sized bed, and even some unopened adult products on the bookshelf.
Desert Storm, Crystal Romance, Fire and Ice…
Gently placed on the bed in the private jet’s bedroom by a man, Xu Yinsheng rolled along with the movement, ending up in the center of the double bed.
Her red hair spread out, making her look like a crimson plum blossom blooming on the immaculate bed, exuding an aura of steel and battlefield.
She patted her upturned hips, guarded by the skirt-like armor, her phoenix eyes slightly tired, as if she could collapse at any moment, and her red lips parted softly.
“Come on, it’s still my first time, so be gentle~”
Xu Yinsheng no longer cared about being teased by Zhao Yicheng—she’d long since been broken in.
She’d been so thoroughly marinated that even an old hand like her had grown numb to affairs of love.
But Zhao Yicheng didn’t pounce on her as Xu Yinsheng expected.
Instead, he became a gentleman of the bed, pulling open the wardrobe by the bedroom and taking out a set of women’s clothes to drape over her.
Xu Yinsheng, holding the clean women’s clothes, sat up in confusion.
Was he not going to tease her?
Why give her women’s clothes?
Or could it be…
Xu Yinsheng fiddled with the wrist guards on her arm, gold and white, crafted with exquisite workmanship that made them instantly likable.
Worn on her arm, it looked like a large, shiny, beautiful watch.
…Does Zhao Yicheng not like armor play?
“Change your clothes.”
Zhao Yicheng didn’t get on the bed but stood beside it, the picture of a proper gentleman.
Xu Yinsheng lay sprawled on the bed, her curvy figure directly facing the man, her alluring posture enough to make any man’s blood boil.
She patted the ornate pleated armor covering her arms.
“Undo it yourself.”
“I’m wrapped up tight here; you can’t seriously expect me to change by myself while you just stand there watching, can you? I’m not takeout. A man should learn to do things himself. You have to do it with your own hands.”
“Besides,” Xu Yinsheng glanced down at the armor that was both ornate and practical, “I don’t even know how to take it off.”
Zhao Yicheng realized Xu Yinsheng seemed to have misunderstood his intentions.
As the red-haired female general, Xu Yinsheng didn’t have the soft, adorable charm of the silver-haired Blood Clan Loli Ping Li from before.
Instead, she exuded a heroic aura of iron and blood, making one think of a proud, defiant plum blossom braving the snow—truly stirring!
Especially the beautiful waist under the skirt armor that had just wrapped her slender arms, paired with the guards on her ankles and knees, all gorgeously crafted, making her limbs look even longer and fairer, impossible not to let one’s imagination run wild.
To borrow a phrase that fits the spirit of modern internet users: just these legs, he could play with for a lifetime.
But Zhao Yicheng was not the type to let lust cloud his mind.
Even when he punished Xu Yinsheng harshly before, it was more about teaching her a lesson than about desire.
Now, no matter how many explanations tumbled through his mind, it all condensed into a single phrase, “Let me help you.”
After saying that, he climbed onto the bed and began removing the shoulder armor from Xu Yinsheng.
The armor she wore was, in all seriousness, not like the bikini fantasy armor you see in certain novels.
It was almost half-exposed, not exactly scandalous, but still captivating and tempting to the extreme.
As for the style, it was something like a cross between Ning Kaidi and Buken Heide, covering all key joints—elbows, wrists, and so on.
Somewhat reminiscent of Wonder Woman, but not as exaggerated.
Taking the armor apart was not as easy as expected.
Each plate clung to Xu Yinsheng’s body like a barnacle.
Zhao Yicheng lowered his head, fingers tracing along the seams of the breastplate, searching carefully.
After much effort, he finally removed a piece.
A snowy white, ample softness tumbled out, bumping right into Zhao Yicheng’s nose.
The warm, soft touch was enough to make anyone’s heart race, and the faint fragrance was intoxicating.
Stunned by this sudden “heavy blow,” Zhao Yicheng froze for a few seconds.
Xu Yinsheng glanced down, compared it with her fist, and realized it was several times larger.
She couldn’t help but exclaim, “They’re huge.”
Unlike the silver-haired Ping Li’s not-yet-developed petite chest, the red-haired female general version of Xu Yinsheng could truly be said to have a magnificent figure.
Although not as exaggerated as some adult anime heroines, she was proud and peerless.
Even with Xu Yinsheng’s extensive experience browsing all the major paid sites, she had to admit—very few could rival her beauty.
“Tsk, hey, have you seen enough?”
Xu Yinsheng snapped Zhao Yicheng out of it, rolling her eyes and pointing at her chest.
“Hurry up and take it off. It’s uncomfortable to have it half-covered like this. You’re not planning to just hold me and take a bite, are you?”
Zhao Yicheng swallowed subconsciously and stood up naturally.
The silver-haired Ping Li version of Xu Yinsheng was sweet and adorable.
The female version was sharp-tongued and salty.
Now, as the red-haired female general, she was still sharp-tongued, but that proud, icy plum blossom aura was impossible to hide.
“Mm.”
He nodded and continued helping Xu Yinsheng remove her armor.
They say practice makes perfect.
With the experience of removing the breastplate, the rest of the process went much smoother.
Of course, the whole process inevitably involved all sorts of bodily contact.
Xu Yinsheng lay on the bed, arms and legs spread, not making a sound.
Zhao Yicheng felt like he was peeling an egg—still raw at that.
Layer by layer, he removed the shell, revealing the snowy, abundant, tender, and smooth inside, making one want to take a bite.
After all the armor was removed, Xu Yinsheng changed into the women’s clothes Zhao Yicheng handed her.
Long sleeves and shorts, pure white wool, Akimito brand.
On Xu Yinsheng’s 1.78-meter-tall, goddess-like figure, it was a bit snug, further highlighting the slenderness and straightness of her beautiful legs.
After all this, the business jet outside had already sunk into the vast night, only a few stars twinkling.
Xu Yinsheng lazed on the bed, patting her backside in reluctant invitation toward the man, knowing he’d been busy for so long and was probably hungry for a meal.
“Come on, remember to be gentle. This is my fifth first time.”
After speaking, Xu Yinsheng grabbed a pillow to cover her eyes.
She could already imagine what would happen next, the gentleman of the bed transforming into a wolf.
She waited several minutes, but Zhao Yicheng still didn’t make a move.
Xu Yinsheng peeked out through a gap in the pillow, stealing a glance.
Zhao Yicheng stood up, straightened his clothes, and then picked up the pieces of armor he’d removed from Xu Yinsheng and tossed them one by one into the wardrobe.
“You sleep in the bedroom. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Leaving those words behind, he turned and left, just like those perfect gentlemen in TV dramas who clearly have the chance to push the heroine down, but instead take a step back.
Xu Yinsheng sat up on the bed, staring in bewilderment at his retreating figure.
She had already mentally prepared herself, so why wasn’t he going to tease her?
Could it be… an evil thought popped into her mind.
Maybe… they did it too much before, and Zhao Yicheng’s, uh, got sore.