When Zhao Yicheng walked into the bedroom carrying a freshly made fruit salad, he saw Xu Yinsheng tipping back a kettle and gulping down water with a series of “glug glug glug glug” sounds.
“What are you doing?” Zhao Yicheng walked up and asked.
Xu Yinsheng put down the kettle, wiped the water from the corner of her mouth, and waved her hand. “Nothing, just thirsty.” As she spoke, she couldn’t help but burp, then turned around and closed the diary on the table after tearing off a page.
Although her behavior was a bit odd, Zhao Yicheng didn’t think much of it. He simply speared an apple chunk with a toothpick and brought it to her lips.
Xu Yinsheng naturally understood his intention.
This was feeding from her keeper.
She wasn’t hungry, but to indulge the man’s fondness for feeding her, she opened wide and took a big bite, swallowing the entire apple slice.
“Does it taste good?” Zhao the Feeder asked gently, smiling.
“It’s all right, but you put too much salad dressing, and I don’t like apples. Next time add some dragon fruit for me.” Xu Yinsheng smacked her lips, and even licked them as she spoke.
Her cherry lips were dewy and tempting, her tender little tongue curling, making her look utterly enchanting, stirring a sweet itch in one’s heart.
If it were any other man, he’d already have her pinned under him, teaching her a lesson: “If you don’t like salad dressing, why not try another kind of white sauce?”
But Zhao Yicheng stayed composed. He wasn’t exactly a gentleman, but that didn’t mean he was some kind of pervert.
He fed her again, this time avoiding apples, and forked a banana piece.
Xu Yinsheng took a bite, and then Zhao Yicheng’s calm voice sounded out.
“The time is set. This Friday.”
“Mm.” Xu Yinsheng swallowed the banana and nodded.
“My mother thinks I’m keeping a bunch of little ‘pets’ in the villa. She wants me to pick my favorite to bring to see her.”
Xu Yinsheng: ???
Xu Yinsheng lifted her head, her eyes wide like bronze bells. “What do you mean?” Zhao Yicheng sighed inwardly and began to explain.
In reality, only he and Xu Yinsheng lived in the villa, but because of her shape-shifting, in the eyes of outsiders, the dashing President Zhao would occasionally be seen leaving the villa with a stunning beauty—a mature lady, a loli, a schoolgirl, or someone else altogether.
At their level, buying an island to build a water park was nothing, let alone keeping a bunch of “little pets” in the villa.
After hearing this, Xu Yinsheng nodded, but was still a bit confused. “So, you want…?”
“Change your face.” Zhao Yicheng nodded calmly.
“You don’t like this form?” Xu Yinsheng touched her own cheek. In her Pen Fairy form, she lacked the warmth of an ordinary human—her skin was cold, with no heat at all. But if someone touched her, they’d feel a jelly-like softness.
She ran her fair hand over her face, and at once, a stunning, breathtakingly beautiful face appeared before the man’s eyes.
Half-immortal form—Xu Yinsheng.
“How’s this one? So beautiful it could topple nations, almost divine, with looks to put the flowers and fish to shame. By my aesthetic standards, this is the most perfect form I have right now.”
His breath was warm as it brushed her neck. The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his voice went hoarse: “Very beautiful.”
Xu Yinsheng’s lips curled. As she expected, Zhao Yicheng was a slave to beauty.
“Change it.”
“Huh?” Xu Yinsheng was puzzled. This face was clearly perfect, so why change it?
But at his urging, she swept her hand over her face again, this time becoming a sweet, adorable vampire loli—with crimson eyes, snow-white skin, long hair, and a gorgeously ornate Lolita dress, the very definition of “three years’ blood, death row well worth it”!!
“Change it.” The man shook his head.
With no choice, Xu Yinsheng changed again—tempting succubi of all kinds, cold and imposing big sisters, a valiant Valkyrie, an adorable catgirl… All with their own charm, matching any possible human preference, but all she got was him shaking his head and repeating one plain sentence.
“Change it.” “Change it.” “Change it.”
At this point, Xu Yinsheng dug in her heels!
If one wasn’t enough, then… fusion, activate!
On her smooth, pale back, flesh squirmed and soon a pair of black bony wings, bat-like, spread open, covered in mysterious and sinister Abyssal Demon runes.
A long succubus tail extended from her coccyx, slim and flexible like a nimble tentacle or a writhing snake, with a pink heart-shaped tip.
Xu Yinsheng focused, and the tail automatically wrapped around Zhao Yicheng’s wrist. The thickened end suddenly split open, revealing a cluster of sinister, petal-like structures, like a mouth lined with overlapping fangs.
Threads of strange, clear slime dripped from the tail tip, filling the air with an intoxicating scent.
Just as future Xu Yinsheng would say, the more practice, the higher her proficiency—the succubus tail’s secretion grew stronger, and the once tiny wings became grand bony ones.
The bone wings stretched out behind her, fluttering in the air, while the breeze lifted her tiny skirt, revealing long, slender legs that appeared even more delicate, accentuating their straight lines.
An icy beauty, yet born with seductive succubus charm.
“How about now? Satisfied?” Xu Yinsheng declared proudly.
She thought Zhao Yicheng would fall at her feet right away, but…
“Change it.” The man kept shaking his head.
Xu Yinsheng’s face darkened. She swiped her hand over her face again, becoming a cute catgirl loli; a chilling, ghostly ice-cold beauty; a “magic doll”; and even a “half-immortal” template, the Xu Family Combo—five Xu Yinshengs representing gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, each in revealing outfits, encircling him.
All she got was the man shaking his head and that calm line:
“Change it.”
After so many fusions, her energy was nearly spent, and Xu Yinsheng finally snapped.
She slammed her hand down on the table, making the fruit plate rattle, and yelled at Zhao Yicheng.
“Just tell me which one you like! Do you know how tiring it is to keep changing?!”
Despite her outburst, Zhao Yicheng wasn’t upset. He stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and replied,
“The first one.”
“Which one?”
“Your original face.”
“This one?”
She swept her hand over her face, and at last, a plain, slightly androgynous face appeared before him.
“Yes, this one.” Zhao Yicheng nodded in approval.
Now it was Xu Yinsheng’s turn to be confused. This face was so ordinary—it wasn’t as alluring as a succubus, as sweet as a loli, or as heroic as a Valkyrie. Even among regular people, it was just a bit above average.
Zhao Yicheng liked this face?
Did he eat too much fine flour and now craved coarse grains?
Noticing her confusion, Zhao Yicheng patted her head. He lowered his gaze, looking at the face that had accompanied him for more than ten years, and a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes.
“This face may not be perfect, maybe even a little plain, but it’s the face that’s been with me through elementary school, middle school, high school, and college. It’s been with me through the best twenty-something years of my life.”
“I hope she can be with me for the rest of my days too.”
Faced with this almost bizarre confession, Xu Yinsheng got goosebumps and took a step back in disgust.
“So you went all the way around just to say that?” she grumbled. “Such a waste of time.” “Use this face more often from now on,” Zhao Yicheng said, smiling ever so gently.
“I suspect you’re gay.” Xu Yinsheng retorted.
“I like you, not the ‘little pet’ who can take on a hundred forms and handle a whole harem by herself.”
“You’re so corny, stay away from me.” Xu Yinsheng rolled her eyes, turned around, and dove onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her head. “Don’t talk to me! I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”
The man smiled helplessly and walked to the bedside, pulling her head out from under the covers.
“What do you want?” Xu Yinsheng hugged her pillow, eyeing him warily.
“Again? Can’t you let me rest for a few days? You call me a carnivore, but you’re the one who can’t go without meat. If I end up thinking about *all the time in the future, it’ll be mostly your fault.”
Zhao Yicheng didn’t answer. He just lowered his head slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to her ordinary, unremarkable face.
“Good night.”
With that, he turned and left.
The room returned to silence. Xu Yinsheng lay there for a moment, stunned, before coming back to her senses.
Touching the lingering warmth on her forehead, she muttered to herself,
“# Seriously, he must be gay. He can even kiss a face like this when I have so many prettier forms.”