“Little Yin, Little Yin…”
A familiar male voice sounded in her ears. Xu Yinsheng came back to her senses and looked closely. She saw Zhao Yicheng looking at her helplessly as he pointed at the white foam on his collar.
“Maybe you should stop feeding me. I’ll just eat it myself.”
Xu Yinsheng rubbed her nose in embarrassment, but she still forced herself to glare at the man and said confidently.
“Eat what?! You’re a patient now. You might pass out at any moment. If I don’t feed you, who will?!” With that, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to Zhao Yicheng’s lips. She pretended to be serious. “Hurry up! Open wide!”
Zhao Yicheng had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow all the porridge Xu Yinsheng fed him.
Looking at this handsome yet helpless face before her, Xu Yinsheng’s thoughts drifted back to just a moment ago.
“Actually, the reason for Mr. Zhao’s illness is precisely because he is too perfect now—no desires, no demands, like a saint.”
“Desire is the cornerstone of human nature. Without desire, there is no motivation to move forward, no goal to strive for. You’re just a lump of rotten flesh.”
Xu Yinsheng froze, and Zhang Junfang’s words, like demonic whispers, kept pouring into her mind.
“In psychology, every person has two masks: one emotional, one rational. He now only has one left.”
“Miss Xu, haven’t you noticed yet? How long has it been since Mr. Zhao revealed his inner emotions? How long has he maintained this facade of a perfect partner…”
“Little Yin, you spilled again.” The man’s helpless voice interrupted Xu Yinsheng’s thoughts again. She snapped back to reality and saw white liquid dripping drop by drop from the man’s black hair.
She quickly wiped it away with a handkerchief.
Suddenly, Xu Yinsheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, reached out her small hand, and pinched Zhao Yicheng’s cheek hard.
Zhao Yicheng winced in pain, his brow twitching.
“Old Zhao, does it hurt?” Xu Yinsheng asked.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t understand what she was doing but still answered dutifully, “It hurts.”
“Then how about you curse at me?”
“???”
“If you won’t curse me, are you mad at me?”
“Not mad.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my Little Yin. How could I be mad at my own darling?” Zhao Yicheng replied with a smile. He patted her head, his eyes full of adoration.
Xu Yinsheng instantly broke out in goosebumps. But when one plan failed, she devised another.
She climbed onto the hospital bed, sat on Zhao Yicheng’s legs, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her head in his chest, nuzzling him. “Old Zhao, I need to tell you something.”
Her voice was sweet and coquettish. Hearing it made Zhao Yicheng feel like he was going to get a nosebleed.
“What is it?”
“I fell in love with a girl I met online recently. I’ve been keeping it from you all this time, but now I’m planning to meet her in person. Help me think it over, okay?”
The man’s body stiffened slightly. Xu Yinsheng pressed her advantage, blinking her big, watery eyes at him. “I think she’s pretty good. She doesn’t mind that I’m a girl either. But since you’ve liked me for so many years, I don’t want to waste your time anymore.”
A slight smile curled at the corner of her lips, a fox-like cunning flickering in her eyes.
“Old Zhao, how about the three of us get together? You’re both my wings.”
Zhao Yicheng didn’t answer. He just lowered his eyes slightly, hiding whatever emotions were inside.
Xu Yinsheng continued, her voice gentle and coaxing, as if talking to a child, tinged with a hint of helplessness. “If you don’t want to… then forget it. Good brother, you’ll silently bless me from behind, right?”
With that, she slightly lowered her eyes, as if trying to peer into the man’s gaze.
For a long time, Zhao Yicheng didn’t move. He neither nodded nor shook his head. It was as if… he had tacitly agreed.
Alright, now she was sure.
Zhao Yicheng really was just that tolerant of her!
Any other man would never put up with this!
If he didn’t pin her down on the bed and make her scream “Daddy” or “I was wrong,” he wouldn’t be a man!
So… Zhao Yicheng, as Zhang Junfang said, had used hypnosis to lock away his possessiveness, darkness, and yandere tendencies deep in his heart, leaving only his love, care, and a tolerance as vast as the Baltic Sea.
Damn! What kind of nonsense was this?! Xu Yinsheng felt her head spinning.
Thinking this, she climbed off the man’s bed and picked up the salted egg and lean meat porridge again.
The moon silently climbed into the sky. The crescent moon outside streamed in through the half-open window, casting a faint light on the room. The night was deep, and the two squeezed into the same bed, lying back-to-back with their eyes closed.
The black-haired girl on the bed quietly opened her eyes. She turned her head slightly and looked at the man beside her.
“Old Zhao, are you asleep?”
“No.”
In the darkness, the pair of jet-black eyes opened, complex emotions hidden within. His voice was a little hoarse as he turned his head slightly, their eyes meeting.
“Can’t sleep?” Xu Yinsheng continued to ask on her own.
“Can’t sleep.”
“About that… everything I said before was a bluff. Don’t mind it. Look at me now—what kind of girlfriend could I possibly find? I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“Mm.” Zhao Yicheng responded calmly.
Now Xu Yinsheng was unsatisfied. She puffed out her cheeks and deliberately scooted closer to the man. “You’re not mad? I lied to your face. Don’t you have any urge to slap me or curse at me?”
“No.” Zhao Yicheng shook his head slightly. “No matter what you do, I’ll always support you. I’ll always be your backup. I’ll always be the man behind you.”
Xu Yinsheng: “…”
“Can’t you be a little more manly?”
She muttered under her breath, a voice only she could hear.
Soon, as if Xu Yinsheng’s answers had resolved his worries, Zhao Yicheng fell asleep within minutes. Soft snores lingered faintly in Xu Yinsheng’s ears.
Seeing that he was asleep, Xu Yinsheng rubbed her hands together and started her Plan C. Pink, dreamy fleshy wings spread out behind her, blocking half the window. A shadow cast down from above enveloped the lightly sleeping man, wrapping them both inside.
“Let me see your inner world~~”
…
In the blink of an eye, Xu Yinsheng felt her spirit drift. The next second, she appeared in a land of blooming flowers and singing birds.
Walking through a sun-drenched, picturesque small forest, Xu Yinsheng looked around at her surroundings.
This wasn’t a dream. This was Zhao Yicheng’s inner world. Xu Yinsheng had used her nightmare abilities to build a bridge and sneak in.
Psychology says that mental illnesses are often related to psychological trauma caused during a patient’s childhood.
This was also why Future Xu Yinsheng often said that the dream demon form could treat Zhao Yicheng’s mental illness.
As she walked, she soon arrived before an exquisite villa.