Help me?
How are you going to help?
Are you going to pin me to the bed?
Having watched countless films, the seasoned teacher Xu Yinsheng’s mind automatically filled in a rather indecent scene.
She shook her head hard, flinging all those thoughts out of her mind.
“That… I really wasn’t doing that,” Xu Yinsheng tried to salvage the situation.
“I understand. Just remember to lock the door next time,” Zhao Yicheng said.
“Definitely, you have to trust me.”
“Heh, I trust you.”
“I really wasn’t doing that.”
“Yeah, I trust you.”
Xu Yinsheng was practically on the verge of tears, unable to explain herself—she really wasn’t doing that!
***
On the other side, after Zhao Yicheng took the medicine, his headache eased a little.
His expression relaxed a bit, but was still somewhat twisted. In short, his current state was far from good.
A glint flashed in his narrowed eyes as he pushed the glass of milk forward, sliding it to Xu Yinsheng’s hand.
“Pour me a glass of milk.”
On the dining cart next to the table, there were two large glasses of drinks—one was fresh kiwi juice, the other fresh milk.
Xu Yinsheng naturally noticed Zhao Yicheng’s odd behavior, but she was used to it by now.
It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him have an episode.
She picked up the milk unhurriedly, just about to pour it, when Zhao Yicheng stopped her.
“Yours.”
His voice was low, tinged with suppressed restraint.
Xu Yinsheng paused, turning her gaze to meet his swirling dark eyes.
“Mine?”
Xu Yinsheng pointed at herself, confused.
Her milk?
Did Zhao Yicheng have a screw loose?
Where would she get milk from?
Even if she was well developed, she wasn’t at the point of producing milk, was she?
“Your milk.”
Zhao Yicheng pressed his temples, frowning tightly.
“More precisely, the milk of this body—Dawn Valkyrie Lina Koshi.”
“In that anime, it’s called Dawn Essence. It can bring the dead back to life, has terrifying healing effects. It should be able to cure my headache.”
“Is your headache serious?”
“When I travel, I just can’t muster any strength.”
“Can you get off the seat?”
“No.”
“Why didn’t you say so before?”
“I only caught up to that part last night.”
Zhao Yicheng leaned back in his leather chair, looking tired.
“According to the anime’s setting, as long as there’s no external interference, it’s produced automatically once every half month. If you count the time, it should be about now these days.”
“If it can heal your headache, that’s great~”
Xu Yinsheng stood up with the milk glass in hand, her fingertips turning a little white.
She walked slowly toward the man sitting across from her, his brows tightly knit from pain.
With her left hand, she quietly slipped a dining knife behind her back, trying to sound casual.
“By the way, Zhao, did you bring the collar controller? Don’t tell me you left it on the bed?”
“It’s here.”
Zhao Yicheng looked up.
The red-haired queen was less than three meters away, just a few steps, yet he grinned with a wild, almost crazed smile.
“Yin, do you still remember that thief from last time?”
“I remember.”
Xu Yinsheng stood her ground, facing Zhao Yicheng’s gaze, not daring to move, holding the knife behind her, the blade gleaming coldly.
“The evil bullet hurt a bit when it hit my shoulder, but I still had the strength to knock him out.”
His tone suddenly shifted, a sly smile on his face.
“Xiao Yin, I recently bought a set of knives online, specifically for dissection and bone-cutting. Maybe I’ll show them to you someday if you’re interested.”
Xu Yinsheng’s back went stiff as iron, cold sweat dripping down.
Her grip on the dining knife loosened and tightened, loosened and tightened again. In the end, completely defeated in momentum, she forced a laugh, “Haha, sure, if I get the chance, I’ll definitely take a look.”
“Right, doesn’t your head hurt? I’ll go to the bathroom and squeeze out some milk, it’ll definitely cure your headache.”
With that, she turned and walked toward the door with the milk glass.
But she’d barely taken a few steps when a chilling voice came from behind, “Come back.”
Xu Yinsheng turned around, her beautiful eyes suddenly narrowing.
Zhao Yicheng was now sitting upright, his aura turning a bit sinister.
The pill bottle at his side had been knocked over, pills scattered all over the floor.
He looked at her, his eyes swirling with unknown emotions.
A sense of dread rose in Xu Yinsheng’s heart.
She obediently walked over, picking up the pills one by one and putting them back in the bottle, trying to muddle through.
“Oops, you dropped your medicine, let me pick it up for you.”
It was obviously just an excuse.
“I see.”
She acted obedient and sensible, but Zhao Yicheng glanced under the table at the hidden dining knife, smiling, “Xiao Yin, you’re really thoughtful.”
“In that case, there’s no need for a glass. Just give it to me directly.”
The man smiled, staring straight into the red-haired queen’s panicked eyes.
“Xiao Yin, you know what to do, right?”
Meeting those dazzling eyes, Xu Yinsheng’s mind blanked for a moment, a wave of shame welling up inside her.
No glass, directly?
That means… The Valkyrie’s cheeks flushed bright red at a visible speed.
“With a chest this obedient, it must be very well-behaved, right?”
Zhao Yicheng’s voice came, gentle and indulgent, but to Xu Yinsheng it sounded like the subtle delight of a predator after catching its prey, and the faint disappointment after watching her fall into the trap.
One person remained completely silent, while the other’s sanity seemed questionable.
Xu Yinsheng even regretted not just going to the bedroom with the glass to obediently squeeze out milk—there wouldn’t be so much trouble now.
No, no, no, it wasn’t her fault.
Zhao Yicheng was clearly setting her up!
All of this, it had to be part of Zhao Yicheng’s plan!
“How about we still use the glass?”
Xu Yinsheng forced a smile uglier than crying.
“No, I just want it fresh.”
Zhao Yicheng said calmly, tapping his own head with his fingers.
It still throbbed painfully, but his thoughts were unaffected, as cold and clear as ever.
“You just can’t resist a little test, can you, Xiao Yin?”
He sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow, as if mocking himself, as if feeling pity… or maybe something else, but in the end, it all faded into calmness, as still as dead water.
“It was just an unintentional test, but I didn’t expect a fish would really bite the hook.”
“You want to run that badly?”
“I’ve already given you the chance to be human.”
“Are you saying you’ve never truly acknowledged my love for you?”
“I clearly sensed your love for me.”
“Maybe it’s just a thread.”
Each word sounded like an interrogation, like self-mockery, like heartache, like unwillingness, and like anger.
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a heavy sense of oppression, as if it came from the edge of the sky, each word striking at Xu Yinsheng’s heart, as if trying to shatter her defenses, to make her completely fall, to leave her powerless to resist.
“Now I’m taking back your right to be human.”
Zhao Yicheng picked up Xu Yinsheng and placed her on the dining table.
Her long red hair spread out, fanned across the marble table like a blooming flower, enchanting and captivating.
His mind really needs to be locked up in a mental hospital!
Don’t come out and harm others!!
Xu Yinsheng’s silence was automatically interpreted by Zhao Yicheng as deep guilt and speechless rebuttal.
He lowered his head, burying it in the crook of the red-haired queen’s neck, becoming incomparably gentle for a moment, whispering softly, “Next time, be smarter, don’t bite the hook again, understand, my naughty little cat.”
The next second, the red-haired queen’s upper clothes were taken off…
Under Xu Yinsheng’s gaze, Zhao Yicheng slowly leaned down…
***
Afterwards, Zhao Yicheng picked up the milk glass, now half-full of fresh milk.
Staring at the milky white liquid gently swirling inside, his eyes grew darker.
His large hand gently stroked the red-haired queen’s hair as she lay in his arms, just like petting his own big cat.
That was the fun of raising a cat.
The fainted Xu Yinsheng was a good cat—she didn’t cry or make a fuss, quietly resting her little head on the man’s chest, letting him pet her as he pleased.
He took a sip of the milk in his arms.
The temperature was just right, the milk fragrant and rich, sweet but not cloying, with a faint hint of Xiao Yin’s taste.
He took another sip, the milky liquid sliding down his throat into his stomach, bringing a gentle warmth.
The feeling reminded him of his first time trying alcohol—the thrill of it, honestly, not bad at all!
A faint shimmer appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled in a light smile.
He lowered his head and kissed the fainted girl in his arms, “Xiao Yin, don’t do this again in the future.”
“If I can let you be human now, I can just as easily turn you back into a cat.”