Chapter 59: Handprints on the Tombstone 

Her fingers glowed with a healthy pink, so small and delicate, making him even more reluctant to let go.

As if enchanted, Zhao Yicheng slowly kissed the back of her hand, licking, biting, sucking, kissing each of her fingers one by one, grinding, gnawing, and finally, her palm, which was her ticklish spot.

He slowly gnawed, sucked, extended his crimson tongue to lick, all while admiring the expression on Xu Yinsheng’s face.

Sweet, fragrant, and still mine. 

Even if she doesn’t love me, she’s still mine. 

His aching head thought this.

Shock, astonishment, contempt, silence, understanding—a kaleidoscope of expressions flashed across Xu Yinsheng’s face.

She paused, then tentatively asked, “Are you a hand fetishist?”

Or a loli fetishist?

Xu Yinsheng didn’t voice the latter half of the question.

If it was the former, Master, your fetish is quite strange. If it was the latter, That’s too much!

“Um, can you please not lick? It’s kind of perverted, actually.”

She tried to pull her hand back, but Zhao Yicheng gripped it.

His tongue roamed over the back of her hand, and his warm lips pressed between her pale fingertips.

Xu Yinsheng was utterly speechless.

While she knew her loli-like appearance, soft and sweet, appealed to those with pedophilic tendencies, Zhao Yicheng’s hand-licking behavior…

Perverted, too perverted!

A madman truly lives in a different world.

“Hey, hey, a car’s coming, let go of me!”

Xu Yinsheng’s loud shout echoed through the graveyard.

She saw a black car approaching from a distance, seemingly heading towards the gravesite.

Jiang Shimol had just gotten out of a taxi when she saw a man hunched over a young girl, shaking his head.

The girl was screaming and pushing the man.

What?

In broad daylight?

Wait, why does that man look so familiar?

Hiss!

That looks like her cousin’s brother from before!

Meanwhile, Xu Yinsheng was desperately pushing Zhao Yicheng with one hand, sweat seeping out. 

She whispered, “Stop biting, my cousin is here! You pervert, let go of me!”

“I take back what I said earlier, you’re not crazy, I apologize to you!”

At this point, Zhao Yicheng realized he was biting something.

A soft, sweet scent came from his nasal cavity, accompanied by a strange, indescribable feeling.

Then, he saw a pair of eyes, red eyes filled with disgust and terror, staring directly at him, close at hand.

Realizing what he was doing, Zhao Yicheng’s pupils constricted slightly, and he immediately let go.

Xu Yinsheng seized the opportunity to pull her small hand away and wiped it twice on the tombstone.

Jiang Shimol, who had just entered the graveyard, covered her face with her hands, though two round eyes peeked through her fingers.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Her cousin’s brother was pressing down on her cousin’s girlfriend, right in front of her cousin’s grave!

“Shimao, what a coincidence,” Xu Yinsheng awkwardly looked at Jiang Shimol, who was dozens of meters away.

She didn’t know where to put her small hand; this scene was enough to make her want to dig a three-bedroom, one-living-room hole.

“You’re here to visit Yinsheng’s grave too.”

Just moments ago, Xu Yinsheng had activated her shapeshifting ability, transforming from the silver-haired vampire loli into “Xu Ying.”

“Uh… yes, hello, cousin-in-law,” Jiang Shimol replied.

She looked at Zhao Yicheng, then at “Xu Ying,” and asked, “Cousin-in-law, why are you with him?”

Xu Yinsheng was about to explain, but Zhao Yicheng cut her off.

He patted Xu Yinsheng’s shoulder and said with a tone of regret, “Ever since Xiao Yin left, A’ying has been without a fixed residence. Xiao Yin was my brother, so I’m treating his girlfriend like my own sister. Therefore, A’ying is temporarily living with me.”

Uh… that’s very reasonable.

If you just ignore the faint blush on “Xu Ying’s” face, her slightly disheveled hair, the red marks on her neck, the glistening water stains on the marble floor, and the very obvious wrinkles on her pant legs, then it’s perfectly reasonable!

“A friend’s wife is not to be bullied” was twisted by him into “a friend’s wife is not to be polite with.”

Xu Yinsheng inwardly grumbled.

She truly didn’t know if he was doing this on purpose or by accident.

“Mm,” Jiang Shimol nodded, half-believing, half-doubting.

Xu Yinsheng’s brow furrowed.

She believed him?

She actually believed him!

How can my cousin have such low emotional intelligence?!

***

Zhao Yicheng picked up a broom from the ground and handed it to Jiang Shimol, flashing a bright, cheerful smile.

“We’re both here to visit Xiao Yin’s grave; let’s do it together.”

Jiang Shimol took the broom, and Xu Yinsheng also got up from the ground, holding the broom in her hand.

The three began to clean the grave, replacing the offerings with fresh fruit and tidying up the entire grave area.

It took them about half an hour.

Once everything was done, Jiang Shimol said she wanted to stay a bit longer, so Zhao Yicheng took Xu Yinsheng and left.

She watched “Xu Ying” slowly walk toward Zhao Yicheng’s car.

Beside the car was a large iron cage. Jiang Shimol thought it was used for large animals, but “Xu Ying” approached the cage step by step, as if it had another purpose.

Then…

Jiang Shimol witnessed a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.

“Xu Ying” knelt on the ground, her fair, shapely buttocks pressed against her firm calves, forming an alluring curve.

Two meters in front of the iron cage, “Xu Ying” crawled into it on her hands and knees, making Jiang Shimol think of the domesticated pets chosen by people at a pet center.

Wait, her beautiful eyes narrowed.

Jiang Shimol instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.

This, this, this!!

Above her collar, “Xu Ying” was clearly wearing a collar around her neck!!

Zhao Yicheng looked at the obedient “cat” crawling into the cage with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Then, he turned to look at Jiang Shimol.

Jiang Shimol immediately spun around, acting like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, pretending not to see anything.

Zhao Yicheng gave a helpless, wry smile.

With one arm, he lifted the iron cage along with the “cat” inside and placed it in the car’s trunk.

He got into the driver’s seat, the engine hummed lowly, a faint blue light flashed, and the car vanished from Jiang Shimol’s sight.

Once the car had completely disappeared over the horizon, Jiang Shimol approached the tombstone made of obsidian.

This, this, this!!

How dare she!

How could she!!

“Cousin, you died such a terrible death~”

She patted the tombstone, as if to brush away the unpleasantness, and Jiang Shimol sighed.

“Not only were you cuckolded by your good brother, but you can’t even rest in peace after death.”

“But don’t worry, I’ll help you get revenge, sooner or later!”

She gritted her teeth.

“Those adulterers won’t escape, not one of them!”