Liya Island didn’t have any large shopping malls, but out at sea, there was one.
The Vifeixiu Mining Archipelago was made up of thirteen islands, a product of tectonic activity and the marvels of nature’s craftsmanship.
These islands formed a circular ring, each one like a star scattered across a deep blue canvas.
At the center of this archipelago stood a large shopping complex—more precisely, a floating marketplace on the sea.
It was a cruise ship converted for this purpose, supported by hundreds of concrete pillars, weighing tens of tons.
Inside, the space was enormous, and the facilities were extremely complete.
Zhao Yicheng and Xu Yinsheng rented a yacht.
The floating market was huge.
Though it wasn’t exactly a world-class commercial plaza, it was the best shopping venue on the sea.
Women loved bags, perfume, and diamond rings the size of pigeon eggs.
Men were drawn to sneakers, Gundam models, fishing rods.
Various brand-name clothing, fashion items, and luxury goods filled the market.
It was truly a paradise for shopaholics.
Xu Yinsheng was like a true woman; once she entered the market, she immediately switched into shopping mode.
Along the way—diamond necklaces, buy!
Genuine leather bags, buy!
An eyebrow pencil for 79 yuan?
Better get a thousand at once, grind them into powder later, and compare the density with gold!
Buy, buy, buy!
With a grand gesture, she was extravagantly carefree.
Zhao Yicheng followed behind, grimacing as he swiped his card.
At first, Xu Yinsheng would ask if he was tired, suggesting breaks.
But when the shopping spree escalated into a frenzy, and she fully immersed herself in the female role, completely ignoring his existence, Zhao Yicheng had already learned to pack away the purchased goods automatically.
They say men are the most exhausted when accompanying women at shopping malls.
Originally, Zhao Yicheng thought his enhanced body could handle it.
But after Xu Yinsheng’s bout of revenge shopping, he still opted for the luggage check-in service.
On the second floor of the floating market, near a lingerie counter, Zhao Yicheng saw several white girls dressed in colorful outfits holding lingerie, accompanied by their male partners, entering the fitting rooms.
Xu Yinsheng stopped at the counter, her eyes filled with curiosity as she gazed at the lingerie inside.
The pieces were various colors and styles, all looking beautiful and delicate.
Most importantly, every one of them seemed perfectly suited for Sese.
Xu Yinsheng’s eyes sparkled with stars.
Without a word, she headed to the counter.
Zhao Yicheng followed.
After a while of browsing, Xu Yinsheng picked out two sets of sexy lingerie—a white lace camisole and a black fishnet bra—and then pulled Zhao Yicheng into the fitting room.
The fitting room wasn’t big, only about three or four square meters.
At the entrance hung a full-length mirror, allowing a clear view of oneself.
Xu Yinsheng took off her jacket, revealing a pink tight tank top underneath.
Her chest was full and inviting.
She took the camisole from Zhao Zicheng’s hand and, unbuttoning the top, asked him, “Which do you think looks better on me—the one I’m wearing now or this new one?”
Facing this deadly question, Zhao Yicheng gave the answer countless men would unanimously choose.
“They both look good.”
Xu Yinsheng gave him a side-eye before removing the last bit of covering from her body.
“Don’t be so perfunctory, okay? As a man, what about your aesthetic sense? As a boyfriend representative?
You said you liked this one the best before…”
She paused, as if remembering something.
Her beautiful pupils widened, and with a suspicious look, she asked Zhao Yicheng, “You don’t actually like Sese, do you? You’re not really into dating, right?”
She ground her teeth.
“I’m telling you, I want to date.
Pure Sese just won’t do.”
“After all, Zhao Yicheng the boyfriend, you don’t want to turn the bed that’s supposed to be a duet into a boring one-man show, like a Fiji machine hammering away, right?”
Xu Yinsheng quickly changed into the lingerie.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
The white lace camisole, the black fishnet bra, her fair skin faintly visible beneath, the interplay of black and white created a striking visual impact.
“Sis, am I not super beautiful?” Xu Yinsheng narcissistically said.
She glanced at Zhao Yicheng, who didn’t reply, but his pants bulged—obviously, his little Zhao Zicheng downstairs was already proudly standing at attention.
Indeed, actions speak louder than words.
After changing back into her regular underwear, Xu Yinsheng boldly bought a few more pieces.
After all, she didn’t need to pay for them.
At checkout, Xu Yinsheng struck up a conversation with several pretty girls in other fitting rooms.
Her words were sweet like honey, making the women laugh lightly and continuously.
Zhao Yicheng and the other men watched and waited on the side.
They didn’t know what was being discussed, but Xu Yinsheng touched the choker around her neck, and her eyes suddenly darkened.
Afterward, it was back to more shopping until she was fully satisfied.
Xu Yinsheng sipped her milk tea, feeling an indescribable joy in her heart.
Indeed, shopping was the ultimate stress relief for women.
Hand in hand, the two walked toward the market’s exit.
There were quite a few people inside the market—white, yellow, black, men, women, and even cross-dressing bosses—all from the other twelve islands of the Vifeixiu Mining Archipelago.
Compared to the vast floating market, these people were scattered and noticeably fewer.
“Yicheng, have you seen everything?”
Xu Yinsheng called out warmly as she drank her milk tea.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
Zhao Yicheng turned his head.
Suddenly, a warm sensation spread across his face as Xu Yinsheng left a fragrant kiss imprint and winked at him with a playful smile.
“Thanks for spoiling me today, boyfriend.”
Zhao Yicheng looked at Xu Yinsheng’s smiling face, and somehow, a wave of sweetness rose in his heart.
It felt like he had a candy in his mouth—not actually candy, but sweeter than candy.
Some sweetness…
Is this… the taste of love?
Zhao Yicheng thought.
He looked at Xu Yinsheng happily holding his card to buy snacks, a curve forming on his lips.
This… wasn’t too bad.
Whether his little Yinsheng was genuine or just pretending…
Back at the Sailboat Hotel, it was already two or three in the afternoon.
The two had lunch prepared by the hotel’s VIP private chef.
Charcoal-grilled short ribs, paired with borscht soup and a vegetable salad.
The dishes were few but just enough for two.
After nearly an entire morning of shopping, the first thing Xu Yinsheng did upon returning to the room was to lie down on the soft, large bed, letting out a satisfied moan.
Zhao Yicheng arrived beside the bed without him realizing when.
Though he had accompanied Xu Yinsheng all morning, his enhanced physique left him without any fatigue.
He held a small key from Xiao Zuo, looking at the sprawled-out, revealing red-haired dominatrix on the bed.
“I’ll unlock it for you.”
Xu Yinsheng touched the choker around her neck, sat up, then lay back down again, seeming like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she shook her head and buried her face in the pillow.
“Don’t try to test me. I really want to date you; I don’t want to fight anymore.”
“And aren’t you afraid I’ll run away?”
Zhao Yicheng didn’t say a word.
His actions spoke for him.
He grabbed the white, tender foot of the red-haired dominatrix, pulled her close, and inserted the key into the choker.
With a click, the choker came off.
The entire process was fast—only two or three seconds.
Xu Yinsheng hadn’t even reacted yet.
When she came to her senses, she touched her neck, her expression tinged with disbelief.
She looked at him.
He said: “I trust you.”