Chapter 24: Entangled with a Monster

Ling Siye kissed the tip of her nose and whispered seductively, "Yiyi, after what we experienced, haven't you missed me?"

A wave of numbness surged through Shi Yi’s entire body. She felt as though she hadn't just gotten involved with a powerful figure, but with a demon—a bewitching male fox spirit.

Shi Yi’s long lashes fluttered. She pressed her small hands against the man’s chest to keep him at bay and said sternly, "I don’t have the money to keep you as my boy toy."

Ling Siye’s obsidian eyes stared at her for a long time; only this woman would dare to treat him like a kept man. He suddenly chuckled, pinched her fair chin, and teased, "Then how about I keep you instead? How does that sound?"

"You... I..." Shi Yi stammered.

Her face flushed even deeper. Not just her face, but her neck and hands seemed to be suffused with a rosy glow, as if she were white snow scattered with peach blossom petals. She looked delicate and enticing, like a red plum waiting to be plucked.

After a long silence, she said, "You’re just a fake young master; can you even afford to keep me?"

"I should be able to!"

Ling Siye laughed and leaned down, rubbing his cheek against hers, his warm lips brushing against her mouth on purpose.

Shi Yi rolled her eyes at him. What was meant by "should be able to"!? She pulled her neck back, her face flushed to the extreme: "Go out first."

"Let's go out together!"

Ling Siye leaned in to kiss her—gently, lingeringly, as if savoring a delicious treat he was reluctant to finish in one bite, needing to taste it slowly. He found her delightful—like honey, like fruit, like a confection. She was like a juicy peach, brimming with nectar, ready to burst with a single bite. Her curves were as soft and sweet as a sticky rice dumpling; he could never get enough. He couldn't help but want to claim her as his own.

Shi Yi could not withstand the man's provocation. Her body gradually softened, and the desire hidden deep within her was awakened. She was a free woman now; being with anyone was her own business, and she would not be subject to moral condemnation.

As he kissed her, Ling Siye bent down, scooped her up, dripping wet from the water, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and carried her into the bedroom like a child. Upon touching the soft, plush bed, Shi Yi felt terribly shy. Her heart and soul were drowning in the web of tenderness the man had woven, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Hey, master, will we have a baby if we do this?" she asked, panting.

Ling Siye, already at the point of no return, paused for a moment and let out a heavy breath: "If we have one, we'll give birth to it. I'll raise the child along with you."

"No, I can't... I’m not ready to be a mother yet..." Shi Yi shook her head, hiding her face in the crook of his arm in embarrassment.

Ling Siye restrained himself, kissed her lips once more, and said, "Yiyi, then wait for me a moment." With that, he grabbed his coat, threw it over his shoulders, and strode out, running off at full speed.

Shi Yi was left speechless. He could actually hold back? She was starting to admire this man.

With the man’s distraction gone, Shi Yi gradually grew weary and drifted off into a daze. Twenty minutes later, when Ling Siye returned, panting and holding a "blue box," he looked down to see that she had fallen soundly asleep. Seeing her innocent, soft face, he couldn't bear to wake her and let out a resigned sigh. He comforted himself that there would be plenty of time in the future—no need to rush. Besides, what he truly wanted was for things to progress naturally between two people in love...

The next morning, Shi Yi opened her eyes to find Ling Siye’s adoring gaze fixed upon her. She didn't know when he had returned, but he was lying beside her, having watched her for who knows how long!

Unaccustomed to such a brazen stare, Shi Yi turned her head away awkwardly. "What time is it?" She looked down at her hands; the man had already changed her dressing. Since no bones were broken, her fingers were no longer as red and swollen as before.

"Don't worry about the time. Your hand is injured, so just rest and recover these next few days; you don't need to do anything. I’ve made breakfast downstairs; shall I take you down to eat?" Ling Siye gently stroked her brow.

Shi Yi felt a warmth in her heart and looked up at him. "You can cook breakfast?"

A low, husky laugh rumbled in Ling Siye’s chest. "Yes, I’m not used to eating out; I prefer to do it myself." He rested his chin on his hand, staring at her. "Yiyi, what do you like to eat? I’ll make it for you from now on."

"You don't have to go out of your way; I'm not a picky eater." Ripples of emotion stirred in Shi Yi’s heart. This man was gentle and considerate, could cook, was handsome, and was skilled in bed... He satisfied almost all of her fantasies about a man, and they had already shared intimate contact.

Shi Yi felt she could no longer hide and had to take responsibility for him. She would work hard to earn money and then secretly keep this boy toy—though she wasn't sure if she could actually afford him. Thinking of how he had fled in a panic last night, a blush spread from her ears to her cheeks. Oh my, what was she thinking? Shi Yi realized that ever since meeting this man, her mind had become hopelessly corrupt.

"Yiyi, what's wrong?" Ling Siye noticed her change in expression and asked softly.

"No, nothing, we’re hungry." Shi Yi lowered her head, a hint of coquetry in her voice.

"Alright, go change your clothes, and I'll take you downstairs to eat." Ling Siye smiled and stood up, opening the wardrobe. All sorts of women’s clothing came into view, comparable to a boutique store.

Shi Yi frowned. "These clothes belong to the owner of the house, right? We shouldn't just wear them without permission, should we?"

"It's fine, you can wear any of these." Ling Siye’s lips curled slightly. These clothes were specially prepared for her; she was the owner of them.

Shi Yi looked them over. "These clothes look quite nice, at least they don't show off my arms and legs."

"That's for sure." Ling Siye chuckled to himself. He wouldn't joke about that—his woman’s arms and legs were his exclusive domain, to be seen by him alone. He had even been decisive enough to post a video publicly declaring his relationship with Shi Yi.

A ripple of emotion passed through Shi Yi. These clothes did indeed suit her well, so she stopped refusing. "Then you go out first; I need to change." She moved her hand; it didn't hurt as much as before, so she should be able to change on her own.

"Call me if you need help." Ling Siye wanted to assist her, but his Yiyi was too shy, so he had to leave reluctantly.

Shi Yi changed into a loose, long-sleeved dress. After freshening up, she went downstairs with Ling Siye, and they sat down to have breakfast together. As Shi Yi reached for a spoon, Ling Siye quickly held her arm down. "Don't move, let me feed you."

"No need, I'm not as fragile as you think. I'm not even afraid of going into battle..." Halfway through her sentence, Shi Yi quickly covered her mouth, realizing she had let something slip. Would Ling Siye think she was a monster!?

"My Yiyi is so impressive, even able to go into battle." Ling Siye followed her lead, his expression calm while his mind raced—Shi Yi’s mental state really was a bit erratic.

Shi Yi blushed and tapped his arm. "Stop teasing me."

Ling Siye laughed and took her hand, checking it carefully. "It's recovering quickly, but you still need to be careful. Don't get it wet for the next few days. Come on, let me feed you."

"I don't need—"

"Yiyi, give me a chance to show my devotion, won't you?" Ling Siye winked at her and tugged at her arm, acting spoiled.