“Me.”
After a long silence, Xu Yinsheng let out a sigh.
She turned her head to look at the well-dressed, dignified man beside her, her eyes filled with bitterness and grievance.
“When will you let me go?”
“When you fall in love with me,” Zhao Yicheng said softly.
Xu Yinsheng paused.
She wasn’t surprised by that answer.
She hung her head, like a despondent salted fish.
“What am I in your eyes?”
“A beloved I can’t have, a cat that’s sometimes obedient, sometimes not,” Zhao Yicheng said.
“What about a friend?”
Xu Yinsheng’s voice held a hint of self-mockery.
“Did that disappear the moment I smashed that wine bottle on you?”
Zhao Yicheng shook his head.
He patted the tombstone made of obsidian.
“Buried by me.”
“I’ll dig it up when I need it in the future.”
“Like when?”
Xu Yinsheng’s voice was laced with strong sarcasm.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her; her heart ached terribly, as if a piece was missing.
“When you fall in love with me.”
“Then it seems I’m going to rot in here,” Xu Yinsheng sneered.
She knew the consequences of sassing Zhao Yicheng, but the anger burning inside her made her want to vent, regardless of the repercussions.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t mind her cat-like lashing out.
Instead, he patted Xu Yinsheng’s trembling shoulder, which was shaking from anger and restraint, his tone carrying a peculiar emotion.
“Xiao Yin, don’t fight me. You know, you have nothing now; you can’t win against me.”
“Yeah!”
Xu Yinsheng snapped.
“I had a villa, luxury cars, beautiful ladies ā and because of you, all of it’s gone!”
“What can I fight you with, damn Zhao Yicheng! I’m not even a person in your eyes!!”
Zhao Yicheng quietly listened to Xu Yinsheng’s curses, not caring what she was saying.
His only curiosity was that after being confined for so long, Xiao Yin hadn’t lost her touch; she truly had potential.
After Xu Yinsheng finished cursing, she belatedly realized what she had done.
So, she braced herself, pointed furiously at Zhao Yicheng, tears in her eyes, and threw caution to the wind.
“Come on, take me!”
“I know you’re angry, don’t you just love to forcefully take what you want, love to punish me!”
“Are you planning to make me support myself on my tombstone, and then you’ll *me from behind?!”
“Anyway, I have no human rights in your eyes!”
Xu Yinsheng’s resistance, in Zhao Yicheng’s eyes, was like a kitten waving its small paws, letting out tiny, fierce meows.
He chuckled, shaking his head, and gently kneaded the trembling yet stubborn little head of the silver-haired loli.
“I won’t do that, at least not now.”
“Right, I’m your toy. You won’t play with me destructively until you get tired of me!”
Her venomous tongue activated, Xu Yinsheng trembled under his large hand.
“No, you are the one I love, the most loved.”
“Loved to the point of forceful taking, loved to the point of locking me in a cage, loved to the point of making me personally erase my past self.”
“Yes, and no,” Zhao Yicheng said with a gentle expression and mild tone.
“You have too much, that’s why you don’t know how to cherish it.”
“I don’t want much, only you.”
“You’re a psycho!”
Xu Yinsheng cursed.
“I’m not sick.”
Zhao Yicheng took her small hand, made her point it at his temple, and looked at her with sincere eyes.
“I’m really not sick, it’s just my head sometimes aches.”
Xu Yinsheng was silent.
Zhao Yicheng might be sick, or he might not be.
Zhao Yicheng might be crazy, or he might not be.
But no matter what Zhao Yicheng was like, her life wouldn’t be easy.
“Can you be nicer to me?”
In their circle of wealthy idlers, some kept “star furies” (male concubines) and others kept “canaries” (female concubines).
Xu Yinsheng had never kept either, but she had sponsored high school girls.
At the time, the girls thought Xu Yinsheng wanted to be their sugar mommy and somewhat reluctantly agreed.
But they didn’t know it was a bet between Xu Yinsheng and a few of her mischievous friends, they would pick a few female students and sponsor them for three years to get into college.
They’d compete to see whose judgment was best, and whose student got into a better university, a kind of alternative cricket fighting.
Such was the simple and unpretentious life of the rich and idle.
Xu Yinsheng wasn’t sure if Zhao Yicheng was keeping her as a “star fury” or a “canary.”
The five-day period was up; tonight was “that thing,” and he’d brought her early this morning to visit her own grave.
Currently, his behavior suggested he was “training” her like a “star fury.”
“Alright,” Zhao Yicheng said, poking Xu Yinsheng, the silver-haired vampire, on her undeveloped chest.
It had some flesh, but overall, it was still flat.
“You fall in love with me, or make me feel your love for me.”
“It’s not that phrase anymore?”
Xu Yinsheng knew she couldn’t fall in love with a man, but she still retorted, “You really have no credibility.”
“Human desires are like a rolling stone down a mountain; once they start, they can’t be stopped,” Zhao Yicheng said frankly.
Xu Yinsheng was silent for a moment.
“Can’t we just let each other go? You know I won’t love you. Tormenting each other like this will only bring pain.”
“No.”
Zhao Yicheng’s lips curved into a hint of madness.
Perhaps he was provoked, or maybe he was having another episode.
His expression was slightly unhinged as he tightly gripped her tender little hand.
“If I get your body, my satisfaction is fifty. If I get your body and your heart, my satisfaction is one hundred. If I get your body and slowly make you obedient, my satisfaction is eighty. So no matter what the future holds, Xiao Yin, I won’t lose out.”
The grip was like iron pliers, refusing to let go.
It held her palm firmly, with such force as if he wanted to crush it. Xu Yinsheng frowned in pain.
She struggled twice but was held even tighter by the man’s large hand.
His voice was cold and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority and a touch of madness.
“Also, Xiao Yin, I don’t like what you just said. Don’t say it again.”
Xu Yinsheng bit her lip.
She looked up, her clear eyes showing a hint of stubbornness.
They held their ground for a moment.
Sweat beaded on her forehead. Xu Yinsheng lowered her head and conceded, “Okay.”
The man’s face, previously as dark as water, finally showed a satisfied smile.
He extended his hand and cupped the small hand covered in red marks.
“Does it hurt? I’ll blow on it for you.”
Xu Yinsheng didn’t refuse, nor did she have the power to.
The man lowered his head and gently blew on her small hand, again and again, with extreme tenderness.
At the same time, his thumb gently caressed the back of her hand, as if wanting to melt it away.
Xu Yinsheng’s small hands, in her silver-haired vampire form, were very white and tender, so tender they seemed like they could yield water, smooth as silk, and soft to the touch, like marshmallows.
They felt very lovely.
He swallowed hard, his heart itching, wishing he could “eat” it immediately.
“What do you want, you bastard?”
Xu Yinsheng noticed the erection in Zhao Yicheng’s pants.
She looked at his handsome face, so close, and curled her lip.
“Can’t you even wait a quarter of an hour, or do you just like to humiliate me like this?”
Just tell him to prove his love by cut the cock, too ez
He would say he has a better way to prove his love and pound her no matter how much she begs to stop or resists she could only enjoy the pleasure.