Staring at the delicate, charming little face before him, Zhao Yicheng forcefully stopped his hand from pulling back the gun.
Deep breath, deep breath—this is Xiao Yin, this is Xiao Yin. Don’t shoot, don’t shoot.
He quietly placed the handgun back into the drawer.
Before his left hand could fully withdraw, a small head suddenly poked out,
wobbling back and forth right in front of his eyes.
“Do you love my body or my soul?”
Bai Ruoxi smiled brightly at him.
“Soul.”
Without hesitation, Zhao Yicheng blurted out.
He loved Xu Yinsheng—not just the shell she inhabited, but the interesting soul inside it: mischievous, playful, and a bit quirky.
“Really? No matter what I look like?”
“Really. Through birth and death, sickness and health, love and hate, I will never abandon you.”
Zhao Yicheng said solemnly.
“Oh?”
Xu Yinsheng grinned slyly, standing on her tiptoes to press her forehead against his.
Their noses touched, and their breaths mingled intimately.
“So if I keep this appearance and sleep with you, can you go through with it?”
She asked deliberately, a hint of cunning in her eyes.
To be honest, Bai Ruoxi wasn’t unattractive—a proud little loli standing at 1.56 meters, fair-skinned with clear, sparkling starry eyes, enough to captivate many.
But her personality was hard to handle: spoiled, arrogant, willful, and worst of all, sharp-tongued.
Xu Yinsheng had heard Bai Xiaoyi complain more than once that their third sister was even harder to please than a girlfriend.
And now, this pure and lovely face pressed against Zhao Yicheng’s forehead, their noses touching, lips separated by only half a centimeter.
A faint fragrance drifted into his mouth, stirring his heart.
“You say you love the soul, so I’ll use the appearance you dislike. Tell me, can you still go through with it?”
This question was the first time Zhao Yicheng truly felt the pain of hoisting a rock only to drop it on his own foot.
To say he could would be self-deception—humans are naturally drawn to appearances.
Although Bai Ruoxi’s face wasn’t bad, being used to Xu Yinsheng’s, it was hard to accept anyone else.
But to say he couldn’t go through with it? Xu Yinsheng would definitely use her sharp tongue to tear him apart.
In the end, surrendering to human nature’s inclination to compromise, he shrugged helplessly.
“Cover the face and I might give it a try.”
“Eh~”
Hearing this, Xu Yinsheng pushed him away with disdain.
“You really don’t care about anything.”
“But that answer is pretty manly—looks don’t matter, comfort inside is the key.”
Saying that, Xu Yinsheng pressed both hands to her face. Instantly, the liquid metal that composed her body shifted and flowed, transforming her into a completely different form.
A mature woman, yet still alluring.
She looked very young, perhaps just over thirty by appearance.
Her brows carried a wildness unique to prairie people, adding a heroic air.
She was strikingly beautiful: fair-skinned, with a high nose bridge, small cherry lips curved slightly upward, revealing a wicked smile—sexy but dignified, elegant yet a little seductive.
A red floral cheongsam hugged her well-proportioned figure perfectly, every movement exuding noble and refined grace.
Zhao Yicheng was momentarily stunned.
The next word slipped out before he could stop it.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear son, come on, say it a few more times.”
Xu Yinsheng laughed with delight, her phoenix-shaped eyes twinkling mischievously like a sly fox.
This appearance was none other than Zhao Yicheng’s mother, the bloodline inheritor of the Huayuan Federation’s predecessor—the Yuan Empire’s Mongolian prairie Huangjin Clan—Meng Ziyuan.
“Meng Ziyuan” sat on the bed with legs crossed, holding a cup of red tea seemingly from nowhere, gently swirling it.
Her slender legs peeked out from the cheongsam as she pointed to herself with a teasing glint in her eyes.
“Dear son, Mommy has one more question for you. Do you know ‘First Lord’ in there? There’s a strategy guide about him.” “Hehehe!!”
Xu Yinsheng covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
She found teasing men quite fun, even more amusing than flirting with girls—especially since the man was Zhao Yicheng.
Zhao Yicheng’s mouth twitched.
As expected, sometimes Xu Yinsheng was just asking to be put in her place.
“Punishment mode, activate.”
Suddenly, a clear female voice rang inside Xu Yinsheng’s mind, pure as a spring.
Her mischievous smile froze as her body lost control, suddenly dropping to her knees.
The nanomachines forming her clothing instantly collapsed, turning back into a puddle of silver liquid metal that clung to her body.
“What’s going on!”
Xu Yinsheng shouted in panic.
Then, blood-red text appeared before her eyes.
【Punishment mode activated.】
As the words appeared, a tickling sensation spread all over her body, as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside her skin—an extremely disgusting, wriggling feeling.
“Hahaha, it’s so ticklish~ so ticklish~” she laughed uncontrollably, trying to scratch her face and neck.
But her hands and feet felt bound by an invisible force, powerless to fight it off.
Seeing Xu Yinsheng suddenly kneel on the ground, laughing hysterically without reason, Zhao Yicheng instinctively reached out to help her up.
“Was it you?”
Xu Yinsheng suddenly raised her head, glaring fiercely at him.
“Did you do this…?”
【User spoke disrespectfully to bound AI. Punishment increased!】
A stronger tickling spread through her entire body, nearly driving her mad.
Her eyes rolled back, saliva dripped from her mouth.
“I quit! I won’t prank anymore, I won’t change into someone else’s form to mess with you again~ hahaha, so ticklish~ so ticklish~”
“Please, please, stop~”
【ID b12p3 Morphic AI, you must show respect to the user.】
“Okay~ okay~ I promise~ I promise~”
Once fearless, Xu Yinsheng now knew when to back down, begging for mercy repeatedly.
【Punishment ended.】
The overwhelming tickling gradually faded away, and the bloody text before her eyes slowly disappeared.
Xu Yinsheng finally caught her breath.
Strangely enough, even though she’d just been punished to the point of rolling her eyes and drooling, once it ended she instantly became lively and energetic again—jumping around without a trace of exhaustion.
Truly worthy of being a magic-powered pleasure doll, not a hint of weariness.
Just as Zhao Yicheng was about to help the kneeling Xu Yinsheng to her feet, she suddenly bounced up, shot him a sharp glare, and left the room.
Before leaving, she seemed about to say something harsh but ended up just snorting coldly and slamming the door behind her.
This only left Zhao Yicheng more puzzled.
Could it be?
Living with him for so long has driven her a bit crazy?
A chill crept over his fingertips.
Turning his head, he realized his fingers had been resting on a metal panel.
Remembering Xu Yinsheng’s strange behavior and the wild speculations from the online forums, he pulled the metal panel out of the drawer.
“Display function.”
【Personal Information】
User: To be named
Species: Mammalia – Primates – Haplorhines – Hominoidea – Catarrhines – Hominidae – Homininae – Homo sapiens sapiens
Owned doll: Gem Federation 13th Generation Magic-Powered Sex•Love-Pleasure Doll, ID b12p3 (renameable)