Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Zhuang Jinyu spent an hour chanting a mantra to calm his temper before he finally managed to suppress his rage.

Since things had already reached this point, the Young Master chose to look on the bright side.

“At least this way, my chastity is guaranteed,” he muttered, gritting his teeth to comfort himself. “My first kiss is already gone, but I absolutely cannot lose my virginity!”

It was a beautiful wish.

But reality is often cruel.

The pure and noble Young Master was far too naive, thinking that simply lacking the proper equipment meant everything would be fine.

He hadn’t considered just how much of a frenzy he would fall into once he lost his mind to instinct.

That Erotic Version Zhuang Jinyu, who had been scared off earlier, made a comeback that very night.

I was huddled under the covers, secretly admiring the photos I’d taken, when I was suddenly rolled up in the quilt and pulled into an embrace that lacked any warmth or humanity.

In the middle of the night, I let out a startled “Ah!” as my phone slipped from my hand and fell onto the bedding.

The “Zhuang Jinyu” beat me to it, picking up the phone. Seeing the candid photos of himself, he smiled and pinched my chin.

“You like this face of mine that much?”

Before I could answer, his expression shifted with mercurial speed, darkening into a frown.

“If you like my face, why didn’t you give me the rest of the parts? Don’t you want me to serve you? Don’t you want me to pin you down in this pathetic little rat’s nest of yours and drive you-”

Blushing with shame, I reached out and covered his foul mouth.

Seeing that his few words had made my fingers tremble, he dropped the attitude and quickly unraveled me from the quilt.

“I don’t blame you anymore. After all, you’re my favorite,” he said, tilting his head and acting like a good boy. “But I’m so hungry. Since my master won’t let me return to her source, she should at least let me eat something to tide me over.”

A doll has no digestive system; it knows neither hunger nor fullness and has no need for food at all.

I knew this rationally, but seeing the pathetic expression on “Zhuang Jinyu’s” face, I weakly softened again.

I stroked his cheek. “What do you want to eat? I’ll go make it.”

It didn’t matter if he just took a bite and spat it out.

Even if he was just messing with me on purpose, it would be worth it as long as it made him happy.

But before I could even finish my sentence, the excited “Zhuang Jinyu” pinned me down onto my floor mattress.

“You promised, so you can’t go back on your word,” he said, grabbing the hem of my pajamas to lift them. “I want milk. Master, you created me, so you’re my mother. Mommy, I want milk.”

Me: “?”