Chapter 111: I Think You’ll Need to Double Your Medication Dosage from Now On

“Are you Zhao Yicheng?”

The cold female voice fell, and the entire room fell silent.

The dusk light cast shadows on their faces, as if only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard.

Clenched tightly.

“Zhao Yicheng? Who?”

Viscount Willy’s eyes flickered with alertness. Immediately, he grabbed Xu Yinsheng’s hands.

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I knew you wanted to run away… but this time, I won’t let you escape again. You will stay by my side forever, until death.”

Like a curse spoken from behind that pale gray mask, the man’s voice was hoarse, eerie and unsettling.

This was the second time Xu Yinsheng had heard Viscount Willy speak fluent Huayuan Federation language.

Of course, she hoped it would be the last.

She stared into those mad, demonic, yet love-thirsty sapphire eyes.

Amid Viscount Willy’s pleading, humble gaze, she forcefully and coldly withdrew her hands.

Damn it, another lunatic.

Forget it. Since the purpose has been achieved, no need to waste time.

Ever since Zhao Yicheng set the precedent, Xu Yinsheng hated all lunatics with equal disdain.

She intensified the effect of her Succubus Eyes.

In an instant, the room was filled with a seductive crimson glow, like an enchanting rose in full bloom.

The man’s body trembled slightly, his sapphire eyes becoming dazed as they gazed at her.

“Forget all of this. Forget the questions I asked you. Forget everything you remember tonight.”

“Tonight, you will only remember an ordinary maid who warmed your bed once.”

Xu Yinsheng whispered softly.

Her alluring eyes bloomed with dazzling scarlet light, like falling into paradise, impossible to resist sinking forever.

“Yes,” Viscount Willy whispered in response.

Having finished, Xu Yinsheng slowly closed her eyes.

When she reopened them, her gaze had returned to normal, without the previous intoxicating allure.

“Damn, that really takes it out of you.”

Xu Yinsheng rubbed her sore eyes, mumbling, “I don’t know where future me is going to find so much energy. Maybe I can offset it with some other kind of power source?”

After changing into her maid outfit on the bed, Xu Yinsheng took advantage of the lingering effect of Succubus Eyes and pointed at the still-dazed Viscount Willy, giving him one last command.

“You, lie down on the bed and go to sleep.”

With that, Xu Yinsheng strode toward the door.

Viscount Willy was not Zhao Yicheng.

She was in a great mood; tonight, finally no more nightmares.

Maybe she could sneak into the pastry room and steal a few cakes to celebrate.

Xu Yinsheng happily thought this over, already debating whether to steal some little fish cakes or the strawberry-flavored mini cakes.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her backwards with force.

Xu Yinsheng didn’t have time to react before she fell into a burning-hot embrace, the unique scent of the man filling her nose.

Instinctively, Xu Yinsheng swung a low kick.

The man groaned in pain, his stance unstable, and the two of them fell backward.

They landed on the bed together!

Xu Yinsheng happened to be sitting astride the man’s waist, which was held tightly by a pair of hands.

She glared angrily at the blue-eyed man behind the pale gray mask, wanting to punch him right there.

“Tell me a bedtime story,” the man hugged her like a child and whimpered.

At the same time, those sapphire eyes looked at her pitifully, without a trace of impurity.

All her previous anger was forcibly suppressed.

Alright, that’s too much charm.

Damn it, definitely need more practice!

“Let go of me first,” Xu Yinsheng said viciously.

Don’t think she wouldn’t hit back just because he was pretending to be pitiful.

When she started throwing punches, even stray dogs on the street would get kicked.

“You tell me first.”

The man said this while snuggling her waist, acting spoiled.

“You’re the one who loves me.” What the hell, what kind of lunatics are these!

No wonder she was naturally at odds with lunatics!!

Xu Yinsheng took a deep breath, suppressing the rage bubbling inside, then calmly began:

“Once upon a time, there were four little pigs. After separating from their mother, each built their own house. The eldest built a straw house, the sixth built a wooden house, the third built a brick and tile house, and the fourth also built a house, but his was the most unstable and prone to collapse.”

“One day, a big gray wolf came and blew down the houses of the eldest, sixth, and third pigs in succession. However, when he saw the fourth pig’s house, he panicked and ran away like a coward.”

“Want to know why?”

“Yes.”

Viscount Willy replied obediently.

Xu Yinsheng glared fiercely at the man beneath her and threatened, “Because the fourth pig’s house was built entirely from wolf bones.”

“If you don’t let go of me now, do you believe I’ll turn into a little pig and drag you off to build a house!!”

Hearing this, Viscount Willy was so startled he loosened his grip.

Xu Yinsheng kicked the man off the bed, jumped down, and without looking back at his complicated expression, she strode out the door.

These lunatics were a bad omen whenever she met them.

Once Xu Yinsheng’s figure had completely disappeared, Viscount Willy sat up.

He lightly brushed dust off his clothes, his gaze deep and calm, no longer as deranged as before.

He took out his phone and said lightly,

“Come here, I have a question for you.”

Not long after, the bedroom door opened and someone walked in.

It wasn’t butler Robert, nor Mary the Head Maid, nor the two chief directors Li Yuan and Bai Yu, but a plain-looking young man dressed in white.

“Boss, what brings you here so late?”

The young man in white acted familiar, poured himself a glass of water, casually found a seat, crossed his legs, showing no intention of being an outsider.

Viscount Willy raised his head; his sapphire eyes dimmed slightly.

He slowly removed the pale gray mask, revealing a strong, handsome face.

If Xu Yinsheng were still here, seeing that handsome face would definitely scare her into a scream!

Zhao Yicheng placed the pale gray mask beside him and took off a pair of sapphire-colored contact lenses.

He looked at the white-clothed young man sipping tea on the chair.

“She just threw herself at me and even said she wanted to be the Viscount’s wife…”

He paused, then asked the first question.

“Do you think she’s fallen in love with me?”

The young man in white paused his leisurely tea sipping, turned his head to look at Zhao Yicheng muttering to himself after removing the mask, and adjusted his forehead, wearing an expression of helplessness.

Here he goes again with the delusions.

But since the pay was ten times normal, the young man took a deep breath, decided to ignore this narcissistic question, and switched into psychologist mode, speaking gently.

“Mr. Zhao, what makes you say that?”

“She said she wanted to be the Viscount’s wife, and even took off her clothes to let me into bed.”

Zhao Yicheng said without blinking, telling a lie that no one would believe except himself.

“No.”

Suddenly, his brow furrowed like he had encountered a difficult problem.

Zhao Yicheng picked up the pale gray mask beside his left hand, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“She was expressing love to Viscount Willy, not me.” He looked at the white-clothed man and asked the second, equally absurd question,

“Which do you think she loves more? Me or Viscount Willy?”

White-clothed man: …“I think you’re going to need to double your medication dosage from now on.”