Even though she was tied up like a dumpling, Xu Yinsheng still squirmed her way toward Zhao Yicheng, muttering incessantly, “You smell so good, let me lick you.”
The end of the red rope was held in a fair, delicate hand, making it impossible for her to move forward no matter how hard she tried.
Noticing Zhao Yicheng’s worried gaze, Dancer Xu Yinsheng spoke up to reassure him: “Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, I’m just purely tempted by appetite.”
Knowing Xu Yinsheng wasn’t in mortal danger, Zhao Yicheng’s heart calmed a little, and his eyes shifted from Xu Yinsheng to Dancer Xu Yinsheng.
Sensing the man’s gaze—strange and tinged with a hint of confusion—Dancer Xu Yinsheng tilted her head, looking rather adorable.
“What is it? Is there something on my face?”
“Nothing.” He took a sip of tea and let out a soft sigh, “I just didn’t expect Xiao Yin after twenty years would become like this…”
“Mature, sexy, with the charm of a woman, and even a good and obedient wife. Isn’t this what you always wanted?” She smiled, her eyes squinting into crescent moons.
Zhao Yicheng fell silent for a moment, then spoke, “Did I do something unforgivable to you?”
“Aren’t you doing just that right now?”
As soon as she finished speaking, he fell silent once more.
Neither spoke. The room plunged into a deathly silence, as if only their breathing remained.
“I’m sorry.” After a long while, Zhao Yicheng finally called out to her, “Xiao Yin, I—”
Bang!
A pink fist landed heavily on the left side of the man’s face, knocking his handsome features askew. Blood welled up at the corner of his lips.
“Damn it with your ‘I’m sorry’! I’ve heard those three words so much over the past twenty years that my ears have calluses! That pathetic face of yours is just infuriating. If you did it, then admit it—be a man and take responsibility!
If you really are a man, then have the guts to own up to your mistakes and properly pursue me again! Make me willingly bear your children!”
Bang bang bang!!!
Dancer Xu Yinsheng’s tiny fists pounded relentlessly at his face, each punch thrown with all her strength!
“To hell with your guilt, to hell with your compensation, and your apologies—I want to see you take responsibility as a man!!” After a flurry of punches, she suddenly stopped.
Dancer Xu Yinsheng shook out her numb wrist, sat back on the bed, picked up her tea cup and downed it in one go, then shot a glance at the now-swollen-faced man.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away just now.”
“These past twenty years, I’ve always felt your guilt outweighed your love for me. Even in bed, you always ask if I’m comfortable, if it hurts—damn it, it pisses me off!!!”
“Now seeing you still acting this way, I couldn’t help giving you a few punches. Don’t worry, I won’t play favorites. When I go back, I’ll beat him up a few times too!”
She said, flexing her tingling wrist.
“A heartfelt suggestion for you: pursue me properly, just like he used to do. Even though I can travel through time, I’m not sure if the past influences the future, or if the past will eventually return to the future.
In any case, whether the past affects the future or not, don’t do things out of guilt or with a mind to compensate. Take responsibility like a real man!”
“Otherwise, every time I see that guilty look, I’ll beat you up again!” “Alright, now let’s solve her problem.”
She spoke, pointing at Xu Yinsheng on the bed, still tied up like a dumpling.
Zhao Yicheng, face swollen like a pig’s head, rubbed his bruised lips and mumbled, “How do we get Xiao Yin back to normal?”
“That depends—are you willing to make a sacrifice?”
“What do I need to do?”
“Very simple. Just reach inside your clothes.” Dancer Xu Yinsheng curved her lips slightly. “As long as you take off your clothes and fight poison with poison, you can use desire to conquer desire and help her recover.”
“That’s all?” Zhao Yicheng raised an eyebrow.
“No tricks.”
As she spoke, she pulled a chopstick-length potion from her * and handed it to Zhao Yicheng. She crooked her finger, motioning for him to listen closely.
Zhao Yicheng leaned in.
A voice as fragrant, crispy, soft, weak, and with a touch of sweet seduction, gently slipped into his ear, stirring certain thoughts: “You just need to…”
Zhao Yicheng’s pupils contracted sharply.
Immediately after, he looked at the alluring dancer before him, his eyes filled with doubt, confusion, and suspicion.
“You’re not trying to set me up, are you?”
“Wuwuwu, you actually don’t believe me.” Dancer Xu Yinsheng clutched her chest, pretending to look pitiful, “You don’t love me anymore, wuwuwu, you scoundrel, when I get back I’m divorcing you. Let’s meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow.”
Seeing this, Zhao Yicheng’s previous suspicion only grew stronger, and he edged away, “Xiao Yin said you’re always setting her up…”
“Well, I’ve told you the method. Whether you use it or not is your business.” Seeing that her PUA failed, Dancer Xu Yinsheng stomped her foot and simply turned to leave.
“Wait.” Zhao Yicheng quickly reached out to grab her and pulled her back.
He lifted his hand and rubbed the top of the dancer’s head.
“Xiao Yin, don’t be like this. I know you hold a grudge against me, but don’t punish yourself just to punish me.”
Dancer Xu Yinsheng looked at him, their eyes meeting. Suddenly, her expression dimmed, like a mischievous child whose prank was interrupted by a parent.
“Boring, I don’t get to see a spring palace scene after all.”
“I wanted to give you a treat, but you don’t even want it. How dull.”
“It’s clearly your kink, so why can’t you go through with it? Couples’ games are so normal, but all you feel is guilt.”
She pouted again.
“Mix red wine and Erguotou and make her drink until she’s full. Keep going until she vomits out the potion in her stomach. And you, in the future, act like more of a man.”
“If you’ve done something, own up to it. Take responsibility—damn your guilt! Damn your compensation!! I’m willing to be your wife not to watch you cower!!!”
With that, she stepped forward and vanished instantly into the void, as if she’d never been there at all.
Apart from the faint lingering fragrance in the air, nothing proved she had ever come.
Zhao Yicheng picked up the tightly bound Xu Yinsheng and headed for the wine cellar in the basement.
Soon, the day of the follow-up appointment arrived.
Zhao Yicheng and a man in white were having a follow-up session in the psychological clinic, while Xu Yinsheng napped on the desk. Next to her, Young Boy Yanqing, wearing a Painter’s Hat to hide his Cat Ears, tilted his head curiously at her.
For some reason, when Xu Yinsheng woke up that morning, she felt groggy and listless, as if she’d been marinated for ages and then fished out like a salted fish. Her stomach was twisted in pain, so uncomfortable it was unbearable.
And she’d lost all memory from last night’s dinner until dawn. Zhao Yicheng explained that they’d opened several bottles of red wine and Erguotou last night, and Xu Yinsheng had mixed the drinks and passed out, hence the memory loss.
That’s what he said, but Xu Yinsheng still felt something was off—not just in her mind, but physically too…
“Big sister, why are your lips so swollen?” Young Boy Yanqing blinked his eyes, looking very serious as he asked.
Xu Yinsheng reached up to touch her swollen lips. “No idea, I woke up and they were just like this.”