Zhao Yicheng’s face darkened.
“Don’t be mad.”
Xu Yinsheng deliberately fanned the flames.
“Look, you’ve pushed me away so many times. What’s wrong with letting me suck a little blood?”
She said, tossing a handful of her silver hair behind her head.
“Look at my looks—I sold myself once, and the money I earned could buy at least a ton of blood. Now I’m just giving you a few sucks for free. You’re basically winning big here.”
Xu Yinsheng’s words were like dancing on the edge of Zhao Yicheng’s sanity.
You have to understand, Zhao Yicheng, despite being mentally ill, knew he was imprisoned, kidnapped, and physically harmed, yet in his heart, he always regarded Xu Yinsheng as his lover.
But now, Xu Yinsheng openly declared that their relationship was less than that—no, she compared him to a client.
This was simply—
This was like touching a slippery slope that must never be touched!
Zhao Yicheng’s face darkened as he took out a metal plate and issued an order.
“Go wash the bowls.”
“And one more thing, clean the table.”
“And mop the floor.”
“One more thing.”
“Enough!”
Xu Yinsheng snapped, pointing angrily at him.
“I’m a pleasure doll, not a housework robot. You’re a jungle tortoise! If you don’t understand, don’t randomly give orders!!”
“You’re a mentally ill old virgin!!”
“Do you even understand my tech level?!”
“You’re a lunatic!!”
“You’re a fossil!!!”
After being scolded like that, Zhao Yicheng wasn’t angry.
Maybe it was the strange wiring of his brain.
He actually nodded in agreement and reached out to stroke his chin.
“You’re not wrong.”
“In that case, finish all of that first, then come to my room.”
“System, disable punishments for now. Give the doll one hour to clean, and if the cleaning isn’t done or the doll isn’t in the room two hours later, enable punishment mode.”
“Punishment is—”
Zhao Yicheng’s gaze swept over Xu Yinsheng.
She shrank back a little, a bit frightened, and countless scenes from the erotic games she played flashed in her mind.
When controlling characters, she preferred very explicit and violent gameplay.
Her legs involuntarily tightened under the table.
Could Zhao Yicheng also enjoy that kind of thing?
“Simulate the bitter melon and broccoli taste sensation until the doll shows vomiting reactions.”
[Your will]
Just that?
As expected, Zhao Yicheng had never played erotic games.
Tsk tsk tsk, an old virgin without a 2D wife.
[Command issued successfully. Housework mode activated.]
Xu Yinsheng’s body moved involuntarily as she stood up stiffly and started clearing the leftovers on the table, carrying bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.
Zhao Yicheng went back to his bedroom, took a shower, did some work, swallowed his medication for his mental illness, and waited for his “little white rabbit” to come to him on her own.
Time flew by until Monday.
Someone who originally wanted to lie in bed was dragged out by her man, half-asleep, fed breakfast, then shoved into the passenger seat.
They drove all the way to the company.
Monday, another day of grinding.
“Did you guys see that fireworks and drone show?”
“Who didn’t? It blew up all over Douyin!”
“Probably some rich second-generation’s birthday.”
“Told you, I’m just an NPC.”
“What do you think that drone picture means? Why does it look like some kind of video?”
“Hey, you sneaky one, send me the site after work.”
“Who knows? Maybe it’s just couples’ fun.”
Before work started, the office was buzzing with gossip and chatter at the desks.
After all, slacking off is human nature.
At that moment, a somewhat balding young man started a new topic:
“Hey, did you hear? I overheard a minister who delivers documents say that there are often weird noises coming from President Zhao’s office.”
“You mean the white noise…”
“Stop right there. That word isn’t polite.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, we’re all adults here, nothing to hide. It just means ‘the secretary is working when there’s something to do, and the secretary is doing nothing when there isn’t.’”
“That’s normal. After all, having a stunning beauty as a personal secretary, that man wouldn’t stay indifferent.”
“Shh, Minister Jin is coming. Keep it down.”
A girl warned the group.
Everyone hurriedly sat properly, putting on their best serious work faces.
When Jin Xinnuo appeared from the elevator holding a thick stack of files, they greeted her immediately.
“Good morning, Minister.”
“Good morning, Minister.”
“Good morning, Minister.”
“Hello everyone, let’s get started.”
Jin Xinnuo nodded at the group and then walked to the stage to place the files on the desk.
Meanwhile, the two people who were the hot topic of gossip were in very different states—one was working with unwavering focus, while the other was concentrating intensely on… playing erotic games, with the sound turned on.
Embarrassingly loud moans and gasps echoed continuously through the entire room.
The clicking of the keyboard paused as Zhao Yicheng turned to look at Xu Yinsheng at her computer desk.
Her cheeks were flushed, but her expression was strangely excited—he wasn’t sure if she was immersed as the player or the one being played.
“Lower the volume,” he reminded her.
“What did you say?”
Xu Yinsheng covered her ears, pretending to be deaf and mute.
“Lower the volume.”
“You mean, I can’t hear!”
“If you don’t turn it off, you’re sleeping behind me tonight.”
In an instant, the erotic game sounds stopped, and Xu Yinsheng quieted down like an ostrich, leaving only the crisp sound of keyboard typing in the room.
Zhao Yicheng glanced at her, then refocused on his work.
Sure enough, kids acting up and seeking trouble mostly come from spoiling.
Just scold them once and it’s enough.
Before they knew it, it was lunchtime—sweet and sour ribs, radish and tofu soup, stir-fried cabbage, cold lotus root slices, three dishes and a soup.
After enjoying the meal, Xu Yinsheng glanced at the clock on the wall.
The hour hand had passed twelve, marking the end of the daily fixed transformation time.
It had been a year since her first transformation.
This meant Xu Yinsheng had twelve hours of fixed transformation time every day, and that time was increasing by two minutes every day.
She walked across the sofa, crossing her long legs, switching from the [Magic Energy Doll] form to the [Narcissus Fairy].
Xu Yinsheng raised her head; her emerald eyes looked at Zhao Yicheng, and she yawned tiredly.
“I’m going out for a walk.”
“Don’t touch my body like last time.”
Having said that, Xu Yinsheng’s heartbeat suddenly stopped, her body temperature fluctuated strangely, and she collapsed straight onto the sofa, unconscious, peacefully dead to the world.
At the same time, in another dimension imperceptible to humans, the body on the sofa—already cold—released a vibrant emerald silhouette.
Without even glancing at Zhao Yicheng, Xu Yinsheng slipped through the wall, entered the elevator shaft, and flew downward.
Zhao Yicheng looked at the cold corpse, kindly covered it with a thin blanket, but a shadow of worry and unease darkened his brows.
The abilities that came with Xu Yinsheng’s transformation forms were becoming stranger and stranger.
At first, the succubus’s charm, the vampire’s agility, or the Valkyrie’s powerful physique weren’t too much, but the Narcissus Fairy’s soul projection was truly over the top.
Not to mention the Magic Energy Doll’s innate [Mimic Camouflage] skill perfectly suited for commercial espionage.
If he hadn’t used the doll control panel to create a [Truth Mode] and extracted this secret from Xu Yinsheng’s mouth, he might still be in the dark.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t want to admit it, but he had to.
He was a little scared.
Scared that one day, Xu Yinsheng would slip out of his control.
***
Carrying the files needed for the afternoon meeting, Jin Xinnuo stepped out of the office, feeling a cold wind blowing straight at her. She pulled up her collar.
Standing on the 23rd floor of the building, she looked down at the city through the large, bright floor-to-ceiling windows.
The autumn wind blew cold, dry leaves scattered in the air.
Autumn had arrived. Could winter be far behind?
It was time to buy a sweater for grandma.
Thinking of her grandmother’s gradual recovery, Jin Xinnuo couldn’t help but smile faintly, then turned away and headed toward the elevator.
“Stop right there!”
A familiar voice suddenly called out from behind.
Jin Xinnuo turned toward the voice but saw no one at first.
Looking down, she finally saw the person approaching.
Bai Ruoxi was bundled up in a thick down jacket, a red fuzzy hat perched atop her head, a black scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, enveloping her completely.
At that moment, she held a steaming cup of hot cocoa and stood there glaring fiercely at Jin Xinnuo.
“**, got something to say?”
Although she disliked her, Jin Xinnuo still asked kindly.
“Hmph! Take this back!”
Bai Ruoxi stamped her foot and splashed the hot cocoa onto Jin Xinnuo.
The hot liquid instantly soaked Jin Xinnuo’s clothes, the burning heat transferring from skin contact. Jin Xinnuo cried out in surprise.
Seeing this, Bai Ruoxi smirked triumphantly.
“This is the price you pay for splashing tea on my skirt.”