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After the wedding, Cen Yinian was always preoccupied with one thing.
That was: how could he get his wife to overcome her fear of his demonic form?
He wanted his wife to agree to let him release his wings—which itched unbearably every day—let her touch them, and maybe even accept him using his true form.
Xing Ling felt that Cen Yinian had been acting strangely recently.
He would suddenly appear out of nowhere, cling to her tightly, rub against her, and then ask if she wanted to touch his fluffy feathers.
“What fluffy feathers?”
“The kind that are very large and beautiful, with down and wings. Soft and comfortable to the touch. I believe baby will definitely like them.”
The reason Cen Yinian said this was because Xing Ling had once been reluctant to part with one of his fallen feathers.
A kind of bird?
Xing Ling thought Cen Yinian suddenly had the urge to keep a bird.
Out of respect for his interests, she agreed without hesitation. “Sure, I want to touch them.”
“Really?”
Cen Yinian was obviously overjoyed. His arms tightened around her as he whispered, “Since baby has agreed, then you can’t go back on it.”
?
Go back on it? It’s just touching a bird, isn’t it?
What’s there to regret?
Xing Ling didn’t understand, but respected his wish.
If half an hour later she knew what her current self was thinking, she would regret it so much her guts would turn green.
Cen Yinian led her back to the room and locked the door behind them.
He drew the curtains, and the room was plunged into darkness.
“Why do you need to draw the curtains just to touch feathers?” Xing Ling asked, puzzled, reaching for the light switch. “It’s too dark, should I turn on the light?”
“No need. It’s better this way.”
Cen Yinian stopped her.
He had no intention of revealing himself with the windows open. Not turning on the light was also so she could adapt more easily and feel less afraid.
Then he sat down beside her.
“The feathers?”
Xing Ling blinked, suspicious of his actions.
“Wait, close your eyes first. I’ll let you touch them.” After a moment’s thought, Cen Yinian decided to cover her eyes.
With her vision cut off, Xing Ling felt her hand being guided to his body.
The man’s upper body was bare, his lean muscles leading back to a pair of enormous black wings. The feathers were neatly layered, black laced with dark red that shimmered faintly like flowing light.
At the first touch, Xing Ling instinctively flinched.
So big, such a strange texture…
And yet oddly familiar.
“How is it? Doesn’t it feel nice?”
His voice was husky, deliberately restrained, his Adam’s apple bobbing—it sounded like the seductive whisper of a demon in the night.
“Yes, it does feel nice.”
Xing Ling nodded, then curiously asked, “Whose wings are these? Why are they so big?”
“Then tell me first—do you like them?”
“…They’re okay, I guess.”
Since she didn’t know what they were, they just felt strange.
“Okay” was good enough for him.
Cen Yinian had his own special brand of logic. Slowly, he lifted his hand away from covering her eyes.
He coaxed softly, “Baby can open her eyes now.”
Xing Ling opened her eyes. Though the room was dark, she could still see clearly.
Her eyes widened in shock.
No way—
Such huge wings?
On Cen Yinian’s body?!
Xing Ling swallowed hard, instinctively trying to back away—but behind her, something was blocking every exit.
All around her, black feathers shimmering with crimson light enclosed her completely. The man had caged her in with his wings.
“You… what is this…”
Even though they had lived together for a while, her instincts still carried a trace of fear.
“Baby already promised to touch them. You can’t go back on it.” Cen Yinian kept guiding her hands to his wings.
The soft down brushed against her palms, tickling her with delicate sensations.
“Come on, touch them. They want baby to touch them~” His whisper was like a devil’s temptation, coaxing her to open Pandora’s box.
Touch them. Touch them…
Xing Ling had already stepped into the trap with one foot. Enchanted, she unknowingly sank in deeper until she was completely caught.
Her trembling fingers stroked over the feathers.
The man beside her bit his lip, face flushed, a low sigh of satisfaction escaping his throat.
Curious, Xing Ling stared at his reaction. This was such a strange feeling—it was like she was in control of him.
Toying with him, unable to stop.
And then Xing Ling got carried away.
And then… she suffered for it.
…
“Cen Yinian, didn’t you say I could touch them? How could you—”
“Baby has played long enough. Now, it’s my turn~”
!
Later, Xing Ling realized something shocking.
“Tell me—back when I was at Ouyang Shaojing’s house, was that pitch-black feather yours?” She grabbed his neck, demanding answers.
“When I first touched it, I said it was pretty. Now that I’m tired of it, suddenly it’s just pitch-black?”
Cen Yinian lowered his gaze, his tone dripping with grievance like a resentful wife in the boudoir. “Baby is so cruel. You’ve hurt me. My chest aches… I need a kiss to feel better.”
“…Don’t change the subject.”
“Kiss.”
“…”
Xing Ling leaned down and planted a quick, messy kiss on his handsome cheek. “Fine, no more excuses. Answer me.”
“Kiss the lips.”
“Then we should just have a baby instead~” Xing Ling had long since figured out how to handle this bad man. The moment she said it, he instantly covered her mouth.
“Baby, don’t say such terrifying things. Words like that… they might come true.”
He really thought she’d jinx it.
Pulling his hand away, Xing Ling looked smug. “Then answer me.”
“Yes. It was mine.”
“So you had your eye on me even back then!” Xing Ling widened her eyes again as she realized something worse. “And the so-called chance meeting at the convenience store, the condoms at the doorstep…”
“Yes, all deliberate.”
“…”
Xing Ling frowned, sulking, unwilling to talk to him.
Suddenly, the man beneath her covered his lips and let out a dry retch, his eyes turning red as he coughed uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong?”
“…”
Their eyes met. Neither spoke.
After a long moment, Xing Ling couldn’t hold back a laugh. She collapsed onto his chest, tugging at his taut expression.
“Honey, do you think our baby will look more like you or me?”
“Like a person.”
…Right. She understood.
A hybrid.