Chapter 41: The Magical Effect of the Tadpole

"Yang Xun!! If you hadn’t brought it up, I would’ve almost forgotten!"

Hearing this, Mi Ting’s face instantly flushed a deep crimson. She frantically wiped her face with her hand and glared at Yang Xun, saying through gritted teeth, "This is all your fault! You nearly scared me to death!"

"How was I supposed to know your little sister would suddenly walk in?"

Yang Xun threw up his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"You have the nerve to say that!"

Furious, Mi Ting grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. "I told you not to cum on my face, but you just wouldn’t listen! And now look! Your own sister is smearing your stuff all over her face. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?!"

"It does! It hurts a lot!"

Yang Xun clutched his chest dramatically, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up. "But Sister Ting, that ’beauty milk’ excuse you came up with was pretty good. You’re really quick on your feet."

"Get lost!"

A mix of shame and anger washed over Mi Ting, and she lifted her foot to kick him.

With quick eyes and nimble hands, Yang Xun sidestepped the kick. Then, catching Mi Ting off guard, he lunged forward and planted a loud SMACK on her cheek.

"You..."

Mi Ting froze completely. In the next instant, her face turned as red as a peach.

"Good night, Sister Ting!"

He didn’t even finish his sentence. Yang Xun had already shot out of the room like a slippery eel. His movements were so fast, he seemed less like a human and more like a cat that had just stolen the cream.

"Yang Xun, you damn pervert, get back here!"

Mi Ting’s furious roar came from the room, but she kept her voice low, clearly afraid of waking Yang Cai.

Yang Xun didn’t look back, a wide grin spreading across his face. He practically skipped back to his own cramped storage room, dove under the covers, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

...

「The next morning at nine o’clock.」

Sunlight streamed through the window into the kitchen where Mi Ting, wearing a light blue apron, was busy at the stove.

The millet porridge in the pot was bubbling away. On the cutting board were two small dishes of pickled vegetables, and a few steamed flower rolls were warming in the steamer basket beside them.

Yang Xun had gone out early in the morning and wasn’t home.

Mi Ting hummed a little tune as she stirred the millet porridge.

Although last night’s experience had been nerve-wracking, she couldn’t help but smile as she thought back on it.

"Sister Ting! Sister Ting!!"

Suddenly, a hushed yet unmistakably excited voice called out from the kitchen doorway.

Mi Ting turned to see Yang Cai on her tiptoes, peeking her head out from behind the doorframe. Confused, Mi Ting asked, "Cai Cai, why are you acting so sneaky? What’s wrong?"

"Is my brother here?"

Yang Cai’s eyes darted around the room.

Mi Ting answered, "No, he left early. It’s just the two of us at home!"

Yang Cai’s eyes flickered left and right. After confirming Mi Ting was the only one in the kitchen, she tiptoed inside.

Mi Ting looked puzzled and put down her spoon. "What are you being so furtive for? You look like a little thief."

"Sister Ting, that... that ’beauty milk’ from last night... do you have any more?"

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Yang Cai grabbed Mi Ting’s arm.

"What?"

Mi Ting froze for a second, her expression stiffening slightly.

"You know, the stuff you put on your face last night!"

Yang Cai’s eyes widened as she said earnestly, "Sister Ting, look at my face..."

As she spoke, Yang Cai let go of Mi Ting’s arm, cupped her own face with both hands, and leaned in close.

"Look! Take a close look!!"

Mi Ting instinctively looked down at Yang Cai’s face.

The sight left her stunned, as if struck by lightning. The spatula in her hand CLATTERED to the floor.

’Oh my god!’

Her eyes went as wide as saucers, and her mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg. Her face was a mask of utter disbelief.

Yang Cai’s small face, which had been dull, rough, dry, and sallow from long-term chemotherapy, had now become significantly fairer and more radiant!

The dullness and yellowish tint left by the medication had faded by at least half!

In its place was a delicate luster, like that of a peeled egg!

The skin where she had applied the "beauty milk" last night, in particular, could only be described as flawless and silky smooth!

It formed a stark contrast with the surrounding areas where it hadn’t been applied.

The treated areas were fair, tender, and smooth, while the untreated parts remained dull and rough. It was as if her face was split between two different skin types.

’This... How is this possible?’

Mi Ting’s brain instantly shut down. Her mouth opened and closed, then opened and closed again, but she couldn’t utter a single word for a long time.

’That was Yang Xun’s... sperm!!’

’How could a man’s sperm have a beautifying effect?’

’This isn’t scientific, is it?’

"Sister Ting, you see it, right? It really did get fairer, didn’t it!"

Yang Cai was so excited she stomped her feet. "I was shocked when I looked in the mirror this morning! Look here, and here, it’s so much fairer, and it feels so smooth. This beauty milk is too amazing!!"

"It... it is pretty amazing..."

The corner of Mi Ting’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, and her voice trembled.

"Sister Ting! You must have more, right?"

Yang Cai threw her arms around Mi Ting’s arm and began to shake it, pleading coquettishly, "Please, Sister Ting, just give me a little more! I want to put it on again! Maybe if I use it a few more times, my whole face will become fair!"

"There’s... there’s no more!!"

Mi Ting waved her hands frantically, her face a whirlwind of colors more spectacular than a painter’s palette. "There really isn’t any more! It’s very rare and hard to buy!"

"Then can you ask for me! Where did you buy it? How much is a bottle? I’ll ask my brother to buy it for me!"

"No, no! Absolutely not!!"

Mi Ting shook her head like a rattle. "This stuff... it’s not for a young girl like you to use. You’re too young, it’s bad for your skin!"

"But I already used it last night, didn’t I? And the effect is great..."

Yang Cai looked aggrieved and pouted.

"That’s... that’s... SIGH!!"

Mi Ting covered her face with her hands and sighed deeply.

’She really didn’t know how to explain this.’

’She couldn’t possibly tell this eighteen-year-old girl that what she’d smeared on her face wasn’t some beauty milk, but her own brother’s ’essence’, could she?’

’If the truth got out, she and Yang Xun might as well just go die of embarrassment!’

Finally, Mi Ting sighed softly and said, "This beauty milk is a custom blend my friend makes. It’s not sold to the public. How about this? When I have time, I’ll contact my friend and buy a few bottles for you, okay?"

"Okay! Thank you, Sister Ting! I love you!"

Yang Cai was ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear. Her whole demeanor seemed much healthier.

Mi Ting said, "Alright, go set the table. Let’s eat!"

"Okay!" Yang Cai skipped away happily.

Watching Yang Cai’s retreating back, Mi Ting was lost in a state of hesitation. She really had no idea how she was going to explain this to Yang Xun.

’Was she supposed to ask Yang Xun to... produce his ’tadpoles’ with his own hands so she could put them on his sister’s face?’

’Knowing Yang Xun’s personality, he would never do something like that!’

’But... with her skin getting better, Cai Cai’s mood has clearly improved. This could be a huge help for her recovery!’

For a moment, Mi Ting was caught in a dilemma.

A few seconds later, her eyes lit up, and she said excitedly to herself, "In that case, can’t I just keep it a secret from both of them? It’s the perfect solution, killing two birds with one stone!!"