Xu Yinsheng woke up on the sofa.
When she fell asleep, she was in the form of Xu Ying, and the first thing she did upon waking was to check if she had been taken.
Her future self’s warning still seemed to echo in her ears.
“Within two months, the first time, by force.”
And by her good brother.
Xu Yinsheng only felt her vision go black.
From the moment she learned about gender transformation, she understood that she would, whether willing or not, become a woman in the future.
But to be with a man… that was just too unhealthy.
She had two years to transition completely, but she would be taken by Zhao Yicheng within two months.
What was this?
She hadn’t even truly become a woman yet, and her “first blood” was already taken!
Her clothes had been changed, there were no red marks on her body, no strange odor in her mouth, and no peculiar liquid between her legs.
On the table in front of the sofa, a white medicine bottle pressed down a note with a few lines of small text.
After thoroughly inspecting herself, the stone hanging in Xu Yinsheng’s heart finally dropped.
She patted her fluctuating chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness I wasn’t taken.”
The elder Xu Yinsheng had only told her that she would be slept with by Zhao Yicheng within two months, but hadn’t told her the time or place.
She did tell her the method: by force.
Ugh… it seemed like she was deliberately creating anxiety to scare her.
She twisted open the medicine bottle, popped a few milk tablets, and casually picked up the note.
The general content of the note was, “Little kitty has passed the master’s punishment, and the master has forgiven you. From now on, you still need to be obedient and stay close to Xiao Yin. You must both ward off other bad women for him and prevent Xiao Yin from touching any woman. There are rewards for doing well and punishments for not doing well.”
“As expected, he’s mentally ill.”
The half-threatening, half-rewarding tone made Xu Yinsheng nauseous, especially since that person also lusted after her body.
She tore the note into powder and threw it into the trash can.
She understood it now, Old Zhao didn’t like “Xu Ying” at all.
Before, she had been deluding herself.
His true intention was simply to have “Xu Ying” lurking by her side, both occupying the ecological niche and relaying information.
“I treated you like a brother, but you plotted against me,” Xu Yinsheng sighed in her heart, feeling somewhat uneasy.
The next moment, she changed back into her male form.
“Being a man is still better.”
Xu Yinsheng picked up the mirror and looked at the playful and adorable boy reflected there.
Although his appearance was now indistinguishable from a true girl, a person lives by the hopes in their heart, don’t they?
He remembered having made up his mind to rewrite history, so he must firmly remember his identity as a man, the identity of the male Xu Yinsheng.
Feminized?
Married?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
And so, in the following days, Xu Yinsheng stayed at home, flirting with girls online to try and escape the future of feminization, while also strengthening the villa’s security system.
During this time, Zhao Yicheng called him, saying that when he came to look for Xu Ying, he found a burglar preparing to break in and rob the place.
He helped him deal with it and even replaced his door with a sturdy, durable anti-theft door.
Xu Yinsheng still remembers it vividly.
At the time, Zhao Yicheng on the other end of the phone spoke with a righteous and self-sacrificing tone, saying that these were things good brothers should do and there was no need to thank him.
Xu Yinsheng: … “Thank you!” (Gritting teeth)
If he weren’t “Xu Ying” himself and hadn’t personally witnessed Zhao Yicheng’s deranged act of wielding a fire axe to smash the door, he really would have been fooled.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
The doorbell rang at the villa’s entrance.
Xu Yinsheng opened the living room door from inside.
Standing gracefully at the entrance was a long-haired girl, enveloped in a faint scent of jasmine.
“Are you my cousin-in-law?”
The young girl with clear, bright eyes looked at Xu Yinsheng and asked.
Her face was round, and when she smiled, two dimples of slightly different depths appeared.
“And you are?”
Xu Yinsheng asked.
Vaguely, he seemed to have seen this girl in his memory, but when he thought about it carefully, nothing came to mind.
“I’m Jiang Shimo, hello cousin-in-law, I’ve come to stay with my cousin.”
Jiang Shimo smiled sweetly.
She was wearing a light green, cute outfit and carrying a small satchel.
Though she looked like a young girl, when she smiled, she seemed like a loli, making people feel an inexplicable fondness.
A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and Xu Yinsheng instantly recalled the girl’s identity.
She seemed to be the daughter of his own mother’s sister.
He had even held her when she was little, but back then, she was a crying, snot-nosed little girl, and now she had grown into a graceful young lady.
Time truly was an elusive little mischievous spirit.
He fully opened the villa’s living room door.
Gentle sunlight shone on his face, dispelling much of the dampness.
“Mm… I am your cousin.”
***
Scalding hot water poured into the teacup.
Tiny tea leaves, varying in size, floated on the surface of the tea, and a faint Longjing fragrance diffused through the air.
“I didn’t prepare much, just a few packets of ’82 Longjing.”
Xu Yinsheng put down the teapot, picked up the teacup, blew on the tea, and took a small sip.
Actually, he had wanted to serve iced cola, but the guest was a girl, and carbonated drinks weren’t really suitable for maintaining skin and weight.
Moreover, using Longjing tea instantly elevated his elder’s demeanor, his mature sense of having entered society, and his own sophistication to an infinite degree.
Isn’t that how it’s always written in novels, TV shows, and anime?
“You’re really my cousin?”
Jiang Shimo looked at the girl who was drinking tea, feigning profundity, and wasn’t much older than herself, her star-like eyes filled with disbelief.
They say boys change a lot when they grow up, but this change was too drastic—almost from male to female.
“Pure man.”
Seeing someone question his gender, Xu Yinsheng was like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.
He lightly punched his chest with a pink fist, but instead of the dull thud of a male chest, it felt soft and supple.
His chest heaved, a little embarrassing.
Xu Yinsheng quickly remedied the situation, clearing his throat a few times, “Ahem, ahem, pretty boys are popular now, I’m just following the trend.”
Saying this, as if afraid Jiang Shimo wouldn’t believe him, he brushed back his black hair that now reached his shoulders.
“How about it, cousin? With my looks, if I were to debut, I’d be at least a top-tier star.”
Jiang Shimo still had some disbelief in her heart, but at the moment she met Xu Yinsheng’s gaze, a few hints of crimson appeared in the other’s ink-black eyes.
Her whole soul seemed to be drawn in, and in a hazy, unconscious state, she felt that her cousin’s words made perfect sense.
The current entertainment industry was indeed popular with “pretty boys” who would cry for an ambulance if they scratched themselves, and whose wounds would heal if they waited any longer.
“Cousin is right,” she replied sweetly.
Noticing Jiang Shimo’s convinced expression on the opposite sofa, Xu Yinsheng secretly muttered to himself.
“Succubus Eyes” truly worked wonders.
His future self, from twenty years later, had taught him about the development, application, and extension of the Protean ability.
“Rewind,” “Fusion,” and the “materialization out of thin air” that had only been briefly mentioned.