Xu Yinsheng had a dream.
In the dream, first there was heat—so intense she wanted to strip off all her clothes—then cold, like falling into an endless icy pool, countless cold needles piercing her skin.
Next came drunkenness, as if she had been soaked in a wine cellar, repeatedly marinated in alcohol.
It was as if she had jumped from a volcano into an icy lake, only to be steeped in strong liquor afterward.
There was no telling how bizarre and strange the dream was!
Dawn broke in the east, a pale blue light filtering through thin curtains and casting a glow on a certain silver-haired cat-eared girl lying bare-skinned.
Xu Yinsheng was awakened by the sunlight and slowly opened her eyes.
Just as she tried to get up, a strong arm gently wrapped around her slender waist from behind, holding her tightly in an embrace that prevented her from leaving the bed.
Her entire body ached, her bones feeling as if they were about to fall apart.
Xu Yinsheng’s body stiffened slightly, as if recalling something, her face instantly turning extremely grim.
The next moment, she stiffly turned her head.
“Ah!!!!”
A piercing scream shattered the early morning silence.
After Xu Yinsheng was comforted back to reason by the Mask Man, the man wearing a gray-white mask was woken from sleep by her outburst.
He quickly put on his pants, covering something large while only his well-built muscles remained visible.
Viscount Villy sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze calm as he looked at the silver-haired cat-eared girl curled into a ball beneath the sheets, only her small head peeking out.
Xu Yinsheng’s face was pale; her hands clenched the blanket tightly, her eyes filled with terror and panic.
“Y-you… I-I… did we… last night, did we sleep together?”
Wuwuwu, brother is not innocent anymore.
No, since she was “broken in” by Zhao Yicheng, her purity was long gone.
Zhao Yicheng was at least a brother, but this was a stranger she barely knew.
Wuwuwu, before it was a private car; now… wuwuwu… it’s a public bus.
Sleep together?
Behind the mask, Zhao Yicheng raised a brow.
He prided himself on never taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
Uh… well, the time Xu Yinsheng drugged him didn’t count.
Was drugging his wife even drugging?
Definitely not!!
“No,” he said in halting Huayuan Federal language, trying to soothe her, “last night, nothing happened between us.”
At these words, Xu Yinsheng subconsciously exhaled in relief.
Though she had lived as a man for over twenty years and didn’t value chastity that much—otherwise, she would have long since been desperate after Zhao Yicheng’s countless “fancy moves”—sleeping with a man was still a psychological boundary she couldn’t easily cross.
It was truly nauseating.
She reached back to touch her buttocks.
She couldn’t remember anything from last night except holding a wine bottle, and her memories stopped there.
Damn it, drinking causes trouble!
She’d been drunk before but back then was still male, so no worries at all.
Xu Yinsheng carefully checked herself—no pain in her butt, no ambiguous red marks anywhere on her body, and no scent of Erica flowers in her mouth.
All signs suggested she hadn’t been “broken in.”
Could she have misunderstood him?
But how to explain the soreness all over her body?
She looked up at Viscount Villy.
The man seemed to guess what she wanted to say.
Beneath the mask, his deep blue eyes held a teasing smile.
“Last night, you got drunk and did bungee jumping on my bed.”
“Bungee jumping?” Xu Yinsheng was taken aback.
Although she sometimes got wild when drunk, “bungee jumping on the bed” sounded just plain weird.
Villy looked at her adorable, innocent expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Indeed, his little Yin was the cutest.
If only she didn’t resist his affection so much, he wouldn’t still be stuck playing role-playing games with her.
If Xu Yinsheng fell in love with him—
No need to expect a perfect wife and mother, just obediently be his quirky, ever-changing girlfriend.
Zhao Yicheng thought so as he picked up the kettle on the bedside table and poured warm water for both of them.
In reality, last night Xu Yinsheng had first developed a high fever—over 40 degrees Celsius.
Zhao Yicheng had stripped her naked and placed her in a bathtub filled with warm water, then went out to find a medicine kit.
By late at night, her temperature finally dropped.
Just when Zhao Yicheng thought she could rest, Xu Yinsheng said she was freezing and desperately cuddled into his arms.
With no other choice, he used his body heat to warm her.
Finally, in the early hours, the cat in his arms started fussing for wine.
If she didn’t drink, she wouldn’t stop, and she kept pawing at his pants, insisting there was better wine.
Zhao Yicheng had no choice but to get a bottle of fruit wine from the cabinet and feed her a cup.
The entire night felt like taking care of a child before even being married.
After confirming that nothing had happened between them last night, Xu Yinsheng finally relaxed but didn’t want to drop the subject.
Instead, she stretched out her hand.
“No way, you have to compensate me.”
“I’m a pure young lady, and I slept in your bed all night. If you say you don’t have feelings for me, I absolutely don’t believe it. Take this morning, for example—are you going to tell me you didn’t get an… uh, morning thing?”
Viscount Villy listened to her near-scoundrel logic and raised a brow.
“Then what do you want?”
“Meat w… no.”
“I want to quit my job. I want some money, at least fifty thousand!”
Xu Yinsheng’s mind was already scheming.
Regardless of whether he had those intentions or whether he got a morning thing, they undeniably slept together for a whole night.
She might as well take advantage of the situation to extort him.
She patted her butt and prepared to run.
Besides, with her looks, she could make much more than fifty thousand working nights at those flashy clubs.
All in all, the other party wouldn’t be losing out.
Viscount Villy didn’t respond but silently stared at Xu Yinsheng for a long while.
She didn’t avoid his gaze, returning it with a challenging look.
After a while, he silently pulled out a credit card from his wallet and handed it to Xu Yinsheng.
Her eyes lit up in surprise and she reached to take it, but he dodged.
When she grabbed again, Villy dodged once more.
Back and forth, their interaction resembled catnip teasing a cat.
“You!”
Xu Yinsheng glared at Viscount Villy.
Though his gray-white mask concealed his expressions, she could tell from his blue eyes that he was amused.
What was this?
Playing cat?
No doubt about it—he was crazy.
Zhao Yicheng always gave her money after squeezing her dry.
But this guy was just blatantly freeloading!
“Miss Xu, have you read your labor contract?”
The teasing ended, and Villy gracefully withdrew his hand, pocketing the credit card full of her hopeful expectation inside his jacket.
“No.”
Xu Yinsheng ground her teeth.
She was considering whether to use the Succubus’s Eye ability.
Last time it had worked, but this time she wasn’t sure.
After all, charming a madman was as uncertain as drawing rare cards at Goose Corp.
“Then do you abide by the labor laws and your contract, like concerning your resignation and compensation?”
Xu Yinsheng was stunned.
Resignation?
Compensation?
Could he be a good person???
“Of course I abide, I abide by labor laws without conditions.”
Xu Yinsheng nodded so vigorously it looked like a pestle pounding rice, and her little cat ears twitched in sync, making one want to laugh.
“Oh? Really?”
Villy smiled.
“Are you sure? Miss Xu, do you want to confirm again?”
Though his tone was gentle, the playful mockery lurking beneath made Xu Yinsheng’s heart fill with an ominous feeling.
“You wouldn’t dare breach the contract, would you?”
Xu Yinsheng ground her teeth, feigning a threat, “I can sue you in the guild, and I’m a foreigner.”
In truth, Xu Yinsheng wasn’t sure how effective the guild was.
Her fox friend often talked about how the foreign guilds were so friendly to foreigners like her, while the locals were treated with “tough love.”
Under the silver-haired cat-eared girl’s threat, Viscount Villy slowly took out a contract from the bedside drawer, placed it before her, and urged her to flip to the last page.
Xu Yinsheng glanced down absentmindedly.
“According to the laws of Nikosuo country, I voluntarily become my master’s private sexual maid… for a term of three years, during which any incidents shall not be held accountable, no obligations shall be assumed, and no public disclosure shall be made…”
Private… sexual maid?
Seeing the last-page trap, the silver-haired cat girl’s pupils shrank, her heart pounding wildly.
She trembled as she pointed a finger at Viscount Villy.
“You… you… tricked me!”
The last three words were squeezed out through clenched teeth, her drunken red cat eyes flashing with anger and unwillingness.
Angry little Yin was really adorable.
Zhao Yicheng’s lips curled into a faint smile.
He reached out his right hand to stroke the cat girl’s head but was forcefully pushed away.
“All right, Miss Xu Yinsheng, don’t be angry.”
He tore the contract into pieces until it couldn’t be put back together, then threw the scraps into the trash bin right in front of Xu Yinsheng.
Only then did the flames in her eyes subside a little.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.
Her cat-like eyes looked toward Viscount Villy as if wanting to see through the face behind the mask.
“What do you want?”
“I want to know, what is your relationship with the Conch Maiden?”