What does it feel like to be in love?
In the past, Zhao Yicheng didn’t know.
As the fifth prince of the Diamond Kingdom, he had remained single all the way until he was 27. Even while studying abroad—
In an environment where sex could be considered very open—he remained pure and restrained, steady as a gentleman, treating his mental illness while completing his studies.
However, now…
As the morning sunlight streamed into the room, Zhao Yicheng got up on time and finished washing up.
On the marble dining table, breakfast was already prepared and ready to be eaten: two servings of sandwiches and two glasses of milk.
The milk was still slightly warm, clearly just “freshly made.”
With a ding, the door opened from outside.
Xu Yinsheng walked in carrying two jianbing guozi (Chinese savory crepes).
Seeing Zhao Yicheng by the dining table, she triumphantly shook the jianbing guozi in her hands and reported excitedly.
“Look, look, look! I found this downstairs—jianbing guozi! I didn’t expect the chefs here could make this. I always thought they only knew how to make those fancy, flashy dishes.”
At Xu Yinsheng’s words, Zhao Yicheng’s gaze fell on the two steaming hot jianbing guozi in her hands, a flicker of nostalgia flashing across his eyes.
Back when the two were still high school students, both were wealthy heirs from multiple generations, their families all employing nannies.
Yet, it was the old man at the school gate who made those jianbing guozi, rich in oil, sugar, and spice.
They knew it was unhealthy to eat too much, but they simply couldn’t resist.
“Here, double spicy for you, Fu Huan,” Xu Yinsheng handed over a jianbing guozi with a smile, then took a bite from her own, wearing a satisfied expression.
Zhao Yicheng liked double spicy, while she preferred double sweet bean sauce.
Zhao Yicheng took the jianbing guozi and bit into it.
The soft outer layer, the egg batter spread evenly across the pancake, double portions of chili oil brushed on, sprinkled with scallions and pickled vegetables, all wrapped in a crispy crust.
The taste… was somewhat greasy.
After so many years of eating breakfasts prepared by the family nutritionist, Zhao Yicheng’s palate had changed somewhat, no longer craving the intense spicy and salty flavors of before.
Still, he ate it with relish—not for any other reason.
After finishing the jianbing guozi, he ate the sandwiches, then finally drank the fresh milk that still carried a hint of warmth.
Under Xu Yinsheng’s supervision, he swallowed the pills prescribed for his mental illness.
“How’s it going? Feeling better?”
Xu Yinsheng asked with genuine concern, tilting her head and blinking her big eyes repeatedly—an encouraging sight.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t answer.
Instead, he stared at Xu Yinsheng, who had the figure of a fiery, seductive older sister.
Today, Xu Yinsheng was clearly dressed up with care: a light blue tank top layered under a short-sleeved shirt, white sweatpants below, a pink choker with a name tag around her neck, and a pair of blue and white NKE sneakers on her feet.
Her long fiery red hair was tied into a ponytail, exuding youthful beauty, an ethereal elegance, and a fiery devilish charm.
Her voluptuous, commanding figure could make any man unable to look away.
Noticing Zhao Yicheng staring at her blankly, she placed her hands on her hips and said proudly, “Am I not beautiful?”
“I actually went to ask some pretty girls about it. I’ve even tipped them a lot recently. The hotel staff here are very thoughtful—just say the word and the clothes will be delivered right to your door.”
“AAA! Don’t just stare at me like that, say something!”
She flipped her ponytail behind her head and said narcissistically, “Don’t be infatuated with me, I’m just a legend.”
Zhao Yicheng looked at her—the fiery red-haired older sister with a killer figure—at the Xu Yinsheng who had long since abandoned the innocent, boyish image from their younger days.
He was dazed for a moment before coming back to his senses.
He looked at the red-haired woman almost eye-to-eye and was silent for a long moment before slowly saying, “You’ve changed.”
“Changed?”
Xu Yinsheng understood the implication.
She blinked innocently, “People do change. Like me—I used to be a man, now I’m a woman.”
“Yeah, it’s the first time I’ve worn such revealing women’s clothes. It feels a little awkward, uh… but more exciting, cough cough cough.”
She lightly coughed, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face.
“But since I’m going to be a woman, I can’t go without women’s clothes. In the future, you’ll have to buy me cosmetics, bags, and high heels.”
“Most importantly, just like I said last night: I don’t want to fight you anymore. So, Zhao Yicheng, I want to be in love with you.”
“AAA, don’t just stand there stunned, say something! Didn’t you say you love me? Why haven’t you done anything boyfriend-like?”
Xu Yinsheng waved her hand teasingly in front of Zhao Yicheng’s eyes.
Seeing no reaction, she seemed to realize something, puffing her cheeks like an angry pufferfish.
“Or is it that you’re just simply craving my body? Craving my ability to transform into all kinds of beauties, so you can enjoy the harem of a pure love fanatic?”
“No.”
Zhao Yicheng looked at his nearly frazzled girlfriend, thinking of love movies he had watched, where the female lead, when frustrated like this, always needed the male lead’s touch and a big hug.
He wanted to reach out and stroke her head, but their heights were almost equal, so he gave up on the idea.
Regarding normal couples’ love, Zhao Yicheng—the mental patient—was clearly a little… flustered.
Maybe he was used to the previous way they interacted: her crying in bed while he smiled and kissed away her tears.
Such normal couple interactions were feelings he’d never experienced before.
A strange ripple stirred inside him, making him uncomfortable, as if he was moving from his own turn to hers.
Attack and defense switching places?
In the end, neither holding nor embracing felt right.
Seeing Zhao Yicheng’s tangled expression, Xu Yinsheng took a small step forward and pressed a sweet kiss onto his cheek.
“This is a good morning kiss~”
Her voice carried a sweet flavor, leaving Zhao Yicheng even more at a loss.
This was the second time—second time she had taken the initiative to kiss him.
A faint sound came from Zhao Yicheng’s throat, as if suppressing something.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward, twisted but filled with love.
Seeing this, Xu Yinsheng moved closer and pressed her lips gently against his.
At this moment, the man’s restlessness ceased.
Time seemed to freeze along with them, leaving only their breathing.
Xu Yinsheng closed her eyes and lightly kissed Zhao Yicheng’s lips.
His body stiffened for a few seconds before she stepped back and winked playfully at him.
“I have a purpose with this.”
“What purpose?” Zhao Yicheng raised his hand to touch his lips.
That familiar taste—still so full of ‘love’—made him understand the meaning of ‘dying beneath the peony blossoms, being a devilish lover even as a ghost.’
This kind of taste is unforgettable.
One kiss… sheer elegance.
“I want to go shopping.”
Xu Yinsheng placed her hands on her hips and mockingly said to the man, “I’m going to drain your little wallet dry!”
😱 little wallet 😏