Just as everyone stepped out the door, a blue-and-white figure swiftly darted out from the bushes, rushing toward them before quickly leaping into the arms of one of them.
“Meow~”
The little creature’s cry was incredibly cute, its voice sweet and melodious, instantly lifting everyone’s mood.
Unable to resist, a hand reached out to gently ruffle its fluffy head.
The man in white gazed down at the adorable cat cradled in his arms, a gentle smile unconsciously curling at the corner of his lips.
“Yan Qing, where did you run off to?”
“Meow~ Meow~”
Yan Qing the cat rubbed against the man’s palm, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
At that moment, Zhao Yicheng, who was walking at the front of the group, suddenly stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed as he turned to look at everyone.
“You all go ahead. I’m going to get some medicine.”
With that, he ignored the others and turned away from the hall, heading straight for the bedroom.
Inside one of the bedroom drawers lay the medication Zhao Yicheng regularly took — drugs for treating his mental illness.
Zhao Yicheng pushed open the bedroom door.
Facing him was a sharp handmade knife, its blade glinting coldly as it stabbed straight toward his heart!
Xu Yinsheng was currently in her “Three-in-One” state: agile cat ears atop her head, blood clan flesh wings on her back, clad in a crimson chest armor, and wearing red battle boots.
Her entire being radiated an aura of lethal intent.
Only like this did she have the right to go head-to-head with Zhao Yicheng and settle the score once and for all!
Xu Yinsheng’s miserable life up to now was all orchestrated by Zhao Yicheng himself.
Only by killing him would she have the chance to break free!
As for the consequences of murder?
Damn it all!!
Why bother caring about all that!!
If Zhao Yicheng could flagrantly ignore the law, abusing and imprisoning her at will, why couldn’t she do the same to him!!
He, a self-proclaimed elite scumbag, could act like that; Xu Yinsheng was a genuine rich playboy, so why shouldn’t she be allowed to do whatever she wanted!!
Damn it, kill kill kill kill kill!!!!!
“Die, you bastard!”
Xu Yinsheng swung her blade down like a roaring beast, her fierce cry sharp enough to pierce eardrums!
Zhao Yicheng didn’t retreat but charged forward, pouncing onto her and blocking the knife with his arm.
Puh!
Blood splattered!
Zhao Yicheng’s left arm was slashed wide open!
Yet he didn’t even frown.
Instead, he grabbed her wrist, twisted hard, and threw Xu Yinsheng onto the bed.
The handmade knife in her hand slipped out effortlessly.
Taking the opportunity, Zhao Yicheng tore a strip of cloth from his clothes and quickly bandaged the wound.
Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, Xu Yinsheng crouched down slightly and spat a curse at Zhao Yicheng.
The large bed in Zhao Yicheng’s bedroom was at least five meters from the door.
Xu Yinsheng’s blood clan wings unfurled behind her, and with a clenched fist, she swiped fiercely at Zhao Yicheng.
What fighting skills did Xu Yinsheng have?
Nothing more than petty street brawling techniques.
As for Zhao Yicheng, he wasn’t a master, but he had at least learned some formal self-defense.
To put it bluntly, it was just a fight between a rank-five and a rank-three warrior — just two bodies with physical abilities above average.
This wasn’t a contest of who was better at fighting, but who simply couldn’t afford to lose.
In other words, both were terrible.
Zhao Yicheng caught her incoming fist with one hand, dragged her in roughly, and pulled her into his embrace.
Xu Yinsheng was caught off guard.
Trying to knock him out with a punch, she never expected him to be so quick.
Her footing slipped, and she fell right into his trap.
Zhao Yicheng’s left hand slipped under her right arm, coming around to choke her from the left side. With a body roll, his legs locked around hers, pinning her to the ground.
“Xiao Yin, you—”
“Get lost!!”
Xu Yinsheng struggled desperately.
Seeing no other option, Zhao Yicheng tightened his hold, pressing her back flush against him, pinning her firmly on the floor.
She fought with all her might—if it were anyone else, she’d have been thrown off long ago.
But Zhao Yicheng tightened his grip with every thrash she made until she was flattened like a sheet of paper, unable to move.
Their positions were unusual.
Xu Yinsheng’s crimson skirt armor was a fantasy-style outfit, soft and weightless, the texture of her body perfectly transmitted to Zhao Yicheng.
As a normal, well-developed man, Zhao Yicheng stood tall and unyielding like a pine tree.
“Damn, bastard!”
Xu Yinsheng turned her face slightly and cursed angrily.
At this moment, he still managed to get hard—she was trying to kill him!
Damn it, what did he think she was?
A toy?
“Xiao Yin, listen to me—”
Zhao Yicheng himself felt a little sleazy at his own reaction.
“Get lost!!”
After cursing, Xu Yinsheng suddenly butted her forehead against Zhao Yicheng’s nose.
Thud!
The collision was solid, and Zhao Yicheng’s nose immediately began to bleed.
Xu Yinsheng tried to struggle more, but Zhao Yicheng pushed forward with force, grabbing her wrist with one hand while his waist powered up, lifting her and leaning forward to pin her down on the bed.
Two mounds of pale white were faintly visible through the translucent crimson skirt armor.
To repay Xu Yinsheng’s headbutt, Zhao Yicheng collided with her forehead as well, instantly wrapped in softness and the scent of milk—an aftertaste so rich it made one wish they could execute her on the spot.
When Xu Yinsheng hurriedly pushed Zhao Yicheng’s legs away to protect her vulnerable chest, his legs took the chance to lock around her legs and waist, while his right hand grabbed her left wrist and spread her arms wide.
Like this, Zhao Yicheng pressed himself tightly against her, holding her hands firmly and completely subduing her on the bed.
Spread-eagle.
If someone looked from outside the door, the deadly struggle between the two resembled less a fight and more a position from some intimate bedroom exercise!
“Let go of me!”
Xu Yinsheng shouted.
“No.”
Zhao Yicheng shrugged, even finding time to casually chat with her, showing no sign of tension despite the life-or-death struggle.
“Fuck you.”
“Although I don’t care about my parents, Xiao Yin, if you keep this up, I’ll just shut your mouth with mine.”
Xu Yinsheng was disdainful of this threat but still nervously sealed her lips.
At the same time, her legs twisted and struggled wildly, lifting knees, flipping, and attempting to knock him over or strike his hips with her knees—but all efforts failed.
Zhao Yicheng’s legs were like the arms of an octopus—strong, resilient, and firmly coiled around hers, holding her tightly without allowing any movement!
Perhaps it was because of the special properties of her provocative skirt armor.
When Xu Yinsheng fell, her sideways stance flattened.
The ultra-short skirt covering her hips twisted and shrank, transforming into nothingness and exposing a vulnerable gap.
Zhao Yicheng withdrew his hands and bent her arms, crossing and pinning them near her head, pressing down with one hand while his right hand held her chin.
“Xiao Yin, let me explain.”
“No!”
Xu Yinsheng violently shook off his hands and tried to escape, but he held her firmly, refusing to let go.
“If you won’t listen…”
Seeing this, Zhao Yicheng reluctantly withdrew one hand, unbuckled his belt, and tossed it aside.
“What… what are you doing?”
A bad feeling rose in Xu Yinsheng’s heart.
“Since you won’t listen, then I’ll just take you right here.”
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