Early the next morning, as Xu Yinsheng was still sound asleep, she felt a slight tremor around her.
In her hazy state, she saw the person outside the cage throw in a reddish, irregular oval object, which happened to hit her on the head.
The overwhelming sleepiness pulled her back into dreamland.
After moving the cat cage, along with his “human cat,” into the modified trunk, Zhao Yicheng, who felt no burden throughout the entire process, was not in a hurry to depart.
He stood still, staring at his palm with a complex expression—somewhat bewildered, somewhat curious, and somewhat excited.
Ever since he and Little Yin “went to bed” last time, he felt some indescribable changes within himself.
If he had to describe it, it was somewhat akin to a rough iron billet being hammered and tempered, transforming from ordinary iron into unbreakable steel.
Xu Yinsheng weighed approximately 100 pounds, and the cat cage, made of special material, weighed nearly 50 to 60 pounds.
A total weight of almost 150 pounds could be lifted by a human, but not without considerable effort.
Yet, in his hands, 150 pounds felt as light as a feather.
He even felt he could lift a car.
Zhao Yicheng frowned.
Was this also a benefit brought by the female protagonist’s physique from those explicit novels?
Would it cause harm to Little Yin?
It’s best not to rush taking Little Yin to bed for now.
I should find time to give her a full physical examination first.
With that thought, Zhao Yicheng entered the driver’s seat.
The engine roared softly, and a faint blue light flashed as the car disappeared into the dawn.
Inside the cage in the rapidly moving vehicle’s trunk, the silver-haired vampire loli had awoken at some point and was leisurely enjoying her breakfast.
Sizzle~
Xu Yinsheng held the somewhat dry tomato in her hands, taking small sips.
The cool, delicious, slightly sweet tomato juice nourished her still-developing body.
As an underage vampire, the best food was blood—human, cow, sheep, any would do.
But Xu Yinsheng, as a cat confined to a cage, let alone blood, couldn’t even get a piece of blood curd.
“Burp.”
She sucked all the juice from the tomato, then ate the entire shriveled tomato, skin and all.
After finishing, she wasn’t satisfied and licked her fingers, which were covered in red juice.
Xu Yinsheng let out a contented burp and patted her little belly.
“Are you full?”
Zhao Yicheng’s concerned voice came from the driver’s seat.
“I’m full.”
Xu Yinsheng nodded.
This thing was much tastier than cat food, and after eating it, her body felt warm, like she had eaten a steaming bowl of braised lamb.
Zhao Yicheng, in the driver’s seat, received the reply, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
When he burned down Xu Yinsheng’s villa, he found a small notebook in her bedroom.
It contained Xu Yinsheng’s daily complaints and her guesses about her transformation.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t let it be consumed by the fire; instead, he took it with him.
As a “neurotic” (referring to his own mental state), he could accept his good brother becoming a girl, but it would certainly be fake if he wasn’t curious about what was happening to Little Yin.
Regarding Xu Yinsheng’s silver-haired vampire loli appearance, Zhao Yicheng, out of curiosity, posted a bounty on the dark web with a photo that didn’t show her face.
As it turned out, what he casually did bore fruit: he found a dark and bloody anime that had been banned more than ten years ago.
“Blood and Man,” the vampire female protagonist Ounas from an adult anime.*
It had been too bloody, violent, and dark, so parents reported it, and it was taken down and banned across the entire internet.
Only some resources could be found on adult websites.
Zhao Yicheng spent some time watching the entire series.
The female protagonist in the anime, the silver-haired vampire Ounas, was portrayed as a “Holy Mother”—not the kind of “Holy Mother bitch” that contemporary netizens verbally attack, but the kind of Holy Mother who sacrifices for the world.
The general content of the anime was about a vampire loli who always refused to harm humans, daily drank tomato juice, and did good deeds, but due to people’s prejudice, she was eventually burned at the stake by the church.
Zhao Yicheng lightly applied the brakes, slowing down and stopping at a traffic light.
Countless thoughts collided in his mind, producing numerous reflections.
Silver hair like a galaxy, the same feeling of satiety from tomatoes as from blood, and her height of less than 1.4 meters.
The light in his eyes grew brighter; it was the completion of the last puzzle piece.
Now a guess could be made.
***
Xu Yinsheng’s shapeshifting ability means the characters she transforms into aren’t created out of thin air; rather, they are female characters from human fantasy and creative works.
Of course, this is currently just a guess.
Further analysis will be needed in the future, by cataloging Little Yin’s various forms.
A subtle smile played on Zhao Yicheng’s lips.
It seems the days ahead won’t be boring—whether it’s “Shapeshifting Little Yin’s Mornings” or “Zhao Yicheng’s Blind Box Unboxing Journey.”
Humming a leisurely tune, Zhao Yicheng drove for about another half an hour before reaching his destination.
Xu Yinsheng felt the car slowing down.
She strained her neck, trying to see what was making Zhao Yicheng so happy, but the iron bars blocked her view, allowing her to only see a black plastic bag in Zhao Yicheng’s hand.
Hmph, what a pervert.
So happy to sweep my grave.
I shouldn’t have considered you a brother!
Xu Yinsheng cursed silently to herself.
She hoped the wicked would get their just deserts, wishing for Zhao Yicheng to endure the ultimate humiliation at the hands of 18 strong men.
The car stopped. Due to inertia, Xu Yinsheng’s forehead had an intimate encounter with the iron bars.
She rubbed her forehead, wincing in pain.
Zhao Yicheng got out of the car.
He opened the trunk, first moving Xu Yinsheng and her cage out of the vehicle, then taking out two brooms and some incense, candles, and offerings for the memorial.
Xu Yinsheng’s grave was erected on the ruins of her former villa.
It was a nearly 40-square-meter elevated marble platform.
In the center of the platform, a tombstone made of cement and obsidian was built.
The tombstone was engraved with Xu Yinsheng’s birth details and time of death, and a black-and-white photo was set into it.
Before the tombstone were three offering bowls filled with fruits, a Holy Cross, a Tai Chi Yin-Yang Bagua symbol, and a few sacrificial candles.
White chrysanthemums clustered around, though most had already withered and yellowed, their petals scattered across the ground.
The golden sunlight shone on Xu Yinsheng, but she felt no comfort at all.
She only felt hot all over, as if she’d been smeared with medicated oil.
She instinctively retreated to a corner, curling up her body to reduce the area exposed to the sunlight.
Just then, Zhao Yicheng opened the cat cage and lifted her out.
As if he had anticipated her situation, he pulled out a hooded cloak and put it on her, wrapping her completely.
“Thanks,” Xu Yinsheng instinctively said, not even knowing why.
She looked up at the ancient sun in the sky, covering her eyes with her hand.
She had never disliked sunlight so much.
A broom was thrust into her hand, and Zhao Yicheng took out a pair of sunglasses from the black plastic bag and put them on her.
“Wear these, hold this.”
He patted her head, took the broom, and led Xu Yinsheng to begin sweeping the grave.