"Mr. Feng, why not give it a try? Maybe you'll find that psychological torment is far more interesting than letting him die right before your eyes."
Her doe-eyed gaze was naturally alluring, the corners of her eyes seemingly tinged with a bewitching flush—had she lived in ancient times, she might well have been branded a seductive siren who brought ruin to kingdoms.
Yet strangely, Feng Sixi had never seen such clear, luminous pupils in anyone else's eyes before—like glass gleaming under sunlight.
He could even see his own reflection clearly in Yan Yang's pupils.
Gloomy, shadowed, cold.
Someone like her, so radiant and bright, simply didn't belong in the same world as him.
With a soft scoff, Feng Sixi pinched her chin with his slender, well-defined fingers. "I have no interest in playing psychological games with you. I'll handle his matter myself."
"…Fine, if you're not interested, then forget it."
She smiled at Feng Sixi again, her brows curving gently, looking perfectly obedient.
"The bed I ordered for you should be arriving soon—a 1.8-meter bed, it'll be very comfortable to sleep on."
Feng Sixi released his grip, his expression icy. "Cancel it. Not needed."
After turning his face away, the pad of his finger seemed to unconsciously trace back and forth a couple of times.
The sensation of Yan Yang's skin still lingered there—like fine silk, carrying the warmth of her body, soft and delicate…
His expression grew even darker.
But Yan Yang paid no heed to Feng Sixi's orders, speaking on as if to herself: "It's already ordered, can't get a refund—it cost me a whole month's salary!"
She'd learned how much her monthly wage was from the original owner's bank transaction records. That meager pittance seemed rather pitiful in Yan Yang's eyes—no wonder she could only afford to live in such an unremarkable old neighborhood.
So pitiful.
Fortunately, this situation wouldn't last long. Yan Yang might not have many talents, but her ability to make money was second to none.
Ask anyone across the Central Star System—who hadn't heard of the Space-Time Administration's boss and her legendary love of money?
"I also bought you a new phone and some other daily necessities you might need. They'll be delivered soon."
Yan Yang smiled at him as if seeking praise. "Mr. Feng, aren't I thoughtful?"
Feng Sixi replied expressionlessly, "I'll pay you back for all of this."
"No need for that—even if you tried to return the money, I wouldn't accept it. I did all of this willingly…"
Yan Yang wanted Feng Sixi to feel indebted to her. Besides… Feng Sixi didn't have that much money right now.
Though his current state of being strapped for cash would soon be resolved—including the debts he carried, which should be paid off within a few days.
Yan Yang guessed that Feng Sixi's outing today was to prepare for making money.
As someone with top-tier intelligence, Feng Sixi naturally had more than enough ways to earn money. Later, the reason he could develop the cutting-edge technology that would destroy this world was precisely because he could fund it with ample resources.
And his ability to make money… Yan Yang recalled the financial news she'd seen from this world and estimated that he would soon be dominating the financial sector.
No way—she absolutely couldn't let him make money…
If Feng Sixi became wealthy, how could she keep him as her sugar baby? How could she make him owe her at every turn and stay entangled with her endlessly?
In the plan Yan Yang had devised, she had to become an unshakable, unforgettable bond in Feng Sixi's life in this world—only then could he possibly awaken a shred of humanity and abandon all his dark intentions.
"Yan Yang, I don't need you to do any of this for me, and don't think this will make me grateful to you. In my eyes, everything you do is a waste of effort."
Feng Sixi reminded her cruelly, then rose to his feet, preparing to head out again.
Yan Yang quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes, looking at him with pitiful eyes. "Where are you going again? You're not going to leave and never come back, are you? You promised you'd take care of me until my injuries heal."
"…Going out to buy groceries."
Feng Sixi cast a cold glance at her fingers, his gaze growing even sharper.
Yan Yang pretended not to notice and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good then, but you don't need to go out—just order online. Delivery is really convenient these days."
She promptly pulled the man down to sit beside her and showed him the supermarkets and markets around them on the delivery app.
Within two minutes, he suddenly received a phone call—the bed he'd ordered had arrived.
Luckily, her apartment was on the second floor, so moving it up wasn't too much trouble. The delivery workers quickly carried the new bed into the guest room.
Once the six-foot-wide bed was placed inside, there was barely any room left to stand in the entire room, but Feng Sixi probably wasn't that picky.
Feng Sixi stood off to the side the whole time, coldly watching Yan Yang coordinate with the delivery workers on how to position the bed, as if even such a trivial matter was especially important to her.
Her acting… was a little too good.
"Thank you, sir! Take care!"
After sending the workers off politely, Yan Yang immediately grabbed Feng Sixi's wrist and, ignoring how cold he was, dragged him into the guest room.
She looked at him with eager anticipation. "Hurry, lie down and try it out. I saw the reviews online—they were amazing. I couldn't even bear to spend that much on a bed for myself."
"I don't need—"
Before Feng Sixi could finish his sentence, Yan Yang audaciously shoved him down.
Completely caught off guard, his back sank deep into the soft mattress.
Perhaps because being pushed down by a woman was too unexpected and humiliating, anger flickered across Feng Sixi's brows. He furrowed them tightly and moved to get up.
But Yan Yang was quick as lightning—she pressed both arms against his shoulders and lunged forward, straddling him.
After succeeding, she even shot him a smug wink.
Feng Sixi: "…"
"Yan Yang! What are you doing?"
The words were practically ground out between his teeth, because this position… was far too ambiguous, stirring all sorts of thoughts.
"Nothing much." Yan Yang smiled lightly, her expression innocent. "Just letting you test whether the new bed is comfortable. If it doesn't suit you, we still have time to exchange it."
Feng Sixi indeed hadn't slept on such a soft bed in a long time. Those hard bedboards had nearly carved themselves into his bones. But this bed offered an extremely comfortable embrace, one that could shed all the pressure from a person's body.
Yet compared to the softness his back touched, what truly stirred the emotions churning beneath his eyes and complicated his heart was…
The woman sitting on top of him.
From his angle, Yan Yang's eyes curved with a shimmering smile, like a proud, triumphant little fox.
At home, she dressed simply, a loose sleep shirt with a little bear printed across the chest—childish to the point of absurdity, yet the curves it draped over, slender and delicate, were nothing short of alluring.
She tilted her chin up in triumph, revealing the graceful line of her neck down to her collarbone, where flawless skin shimmered with a soft, dewy luster.
Feng Sixi slowly narrowed his eyes.
The darkness in his long, narrow gaze seemed ready to devour Yan Yang whole…