In the following days, Xu Yinsheng was delighted to receive the “Milk Cow Daughter Experience Scroll,” and every day she found herself pinned down on the bed.
She showed no reaction to this, as it was all her own doing—who could resist temptation…
Yeah, right!
Damn Zhao Yicheng!
Absolutely no chance must be given for her to turn the tables!!
Otherwise, she would definitely repay him double!!
Being pinned down by a man and sucked like that, the infinitely miserable Xu Yinsheng thought to herself.
Because it wasn’t peak tourist season, there weren’t many visitors on the beach now—just a few scattered people, all wearing happy smiles on their faces.
Xu Yinsheng sat barefoot on the sand, her knees bent, arms wrapped around them, eyes staring out at the distant water with a numb, slightly confused look…
At this moment, the sea glittered under the setting sun’s afterglow, and the evening clouds on the horizon blazed like fiery embers, beautiful enough to stir longing in anyone’s heart.
But Xu Yinsheng didn’t have such feelings or thoughts.
Her gaze was troubled and sorrowful, as if she had lost all focus.
Her current state resembled that of a young girl who had just suffered a breakup—utterly despondent, devoid of hope.
The salty sea breeze gently brushed her cheeks, carrying a faintly bitter taste, like a mournful crow, like a quiet lament.
Just now, she had once again been taken by Zhao Yicheng—perhaps a punishment laced with cruelty, or maybe Zhao Yicheng simply liked it that way.
She felt as if she was living a very ordinary life of eat, sleep, repeat—three lines, one point.
Time passed bit by bit as the sun’s afterglow slowly spread, and occasionally a few seagulls flew low overhead, emitting soft cries.
Xu Yinsheng sat quietly on the beach, watching it all, completely unaware that someone had quietly approached until a voice spoke.
“What’s wrong? Little Yin, feeling down?”
Zhao Yicheng was dressed in understated yet refined casual clothes, a Rolex on his wrist, a silver insulated cup in his hand, and a gentle smile graced his handsome face.
His slightly magnetic voice interrupted Xu Yinsheng’s quiet thoughts.
She turned her head to glance at Zhao Yicheng sitting beside her, pursed her lips, then shifted her gaze back to the distant sea, continuing to watch the beautiful sunset.
“Hmph, no, I’m very happy.”
Xu Yinsheng replied perfunctorily, though secretly thinking: If it weren’t for you, I’d be much happier.
“Nice swimsuit.”
Zhao Yicheng said simply, unscrewing the lid of the insulated cup and calmly taking a sip.
Today, Xu Yinsheng wore a light blue swimsuit that revealed her perfect curves without a doubt.
At 178 cm tall, Xu Yinsheng had long, slender legs and fair skin as fresh and tender as milk—so delicate it seemed a gentle touch could make it glow like water.
Her long hair lay loose, swaying softly in the breeze, curling strands like blooming flowers—alluring and captivating.
As the lid twisted open, a delicate milk aroma drifted to Xu Yinsheng’s nose, causing her to involuntarily take a deep breath.
Her fists clenched tightly, teeth biting down hard—stay calm, stay calm, this is definitely a provocation!
Just bark like a dog!
The milk had been freshly produced that morning, and Zhao Yicheng had forced her to change into this swimsuit.
And now he even made sarcastic remarks—this was just… too much!
“Here, drink some milk. It’s really tasty.”
Zhao Yicheng’s warm male voice came again, low and magnetic, as soothing as spring rain, but to Xu Yinsheng’s ears, it was loaded with thick teasing.
She ground her teeth in frustration.
Damn Zhao Yicheng, this is making her want to spit it all out!
“Thanks.”
She forced down her anger, reaching out to take the insulated cup from Zhao Yicheng, shooting him a sideways glare.
Inside the cup, the milky white liquid rippled slightly, its rich aroma filling her nose—very fragrant and smooth, obviously top-quality milk source!
But thinking about where this stuff came from, and the humiliating way she had cried out in bed using lines that sounded like those of an adult anime heroine…
Xu Yinsheng nearly bit through her own teeth!
She really wanted to grab the cup and smash it over Zhao Yicheng’s head—preferably causing it to bleed.
“What’s wrong? Don’t want to drink it?”
Just as her thoughts churned, Zhao Yicheng, seeing no reaction for a long time, assumed she was unwilling.
“No need to force it.”
Xu Yinsheng saw the look on his face, as if saying “I respect your choice,” which only made her angrier.
She gave Zhao Yicheng a sharp look, fuming: “Hmph, why wouldn’t I drink it?”
“It’s my own product. How could I not drink it?”
With that, Xu Yinsheng grabbed the insulated cup and gulped down everything inside.
Still unsatisfied after finishing it, she looked at Zhao Yicheng and shook the now-empty cup in her hand, adopting a teasing tone: “See, all gone in one slip of the mind.”
“Didn’t save any for you, what can I do?”
Xu Yinsheng scratched her head in mock frustration, then stuffed the cup back into Zhao Yicheng’s hands.
“Come on, I’m sure you’re generous enough not to mind.”
Zhao Yicheng smiled faintly, holding the empty cup, his gaze drifting to the ample curves wrapped in the light blue swimsuit.
“No problem. It’s fresh from production anyway.”
Evening.
The staff lit a bonfire, casting flickering light against the neon glow of the seaside hotel.
The endless beach was covered with thick, fine sand, soft as jade underfoot.
The dark blue sea was quiet, gazing from another angle at the black waters and the nearby red lighthouse.
The breeze carried a strong sea scent, adding an extra chill to the already cool night.
On the soft, delicate sand, women of all sizes, dressed in either sexy or cute swimsuits, moved gracefully.
The tight-fitting bikinis highlighted the most alluring parts of the girls’ bodies, presenting them vividly to the camera.
Having enjoyed a delicious grilled fish dinner, the grumpy Zhao Yicheng returned to his room to continue working.
Meanwhile, Xu Yinsheng casually found a spot to sit and admire the graceful figures of the young women.
Don’t get it wrong—the girls in bikinis weren’t tourists but hired performers by the hotel.
They were equivalent to film extras who cry on cue, or those who stand in line for two hundred meters just to buy milk tea at a shop, or the group of promotional staff casually snapped by passersby.
Xu Yinsheng sat on the beach, watching the girls’ energetic performances with interest.
Just as she was absorbed, faint voices drifted from nearby.
Curious, Xu Yinsheng shifted closer.
It seemed like two women were chatting.
“Did you hear? A philanthropic couple is going to hold a charity dance fundraiser.”
“You mean Ms. Chen Ruomo? That famous dancer from the Huayuan Federation?”
“Yes, and her partner, Mr. Xu Shiji.”
“When is it?”
“A week from now. I plan to take leave and go see. There’s a small cruise ship stopping to restock supplies at our port—it’s perfect for buying tickets.”
“I’m going too.”