After being bound to the procreation system, the little female seduces everyone in the beast world.

Yan Shu looked at the boy in front of her and saw that he was thin and weak, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time. His clothes were tattered and covered with dust and bloodstains.

His face was frighteningly pale, clearly indicating that he had suffered many injuries, and his downcast eyes revealed a hint of timidity and helplessness.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, but when she touched herself, she realized she had nothing to give him.

Just as she was feeling somewhat at a loss, a male approached respectfully, bowed slightly, and said in a respectful voice, "My lady, this servant is covered in dust and is truly an eyesore. If you would allow, I can take him to be washed and given some clean clothes, which I will then bring to you."

Yan Shu breathed a slight sigh of relief and nodded lightly: "Okay, you can take him there."

She was getting a little bored while waiting.

Seeing the wine jug on the table, she took a sip and figured the alcohol content wasn't high, so she drank a few more glasses.

Just as she was feeling a little dizzy from drinking, the boy was brought back.

Yan Shu narrowed her eyes slightly and was stunned when she saw the boy being brought back.

After being cleaned, the boy seemed like a completely different person. His face showed a delicate and fair complexion, and although it was still a little pale, it looked exceptionally clean in the candlelight.

His features were exquisite and deep, especially his clear eyes, which carried a habitual timidity.

His black hair, freshly washed, hung smoothly over his forehead, slightly curled, giving him a delicate and gentle appearance.

Yan Shu originally thought it was a dirty child, but she didn't expect it to grow up to be so beautiful after being cleaned up, like a gem hidden in the dust that has now been wiped clean.

He was still thin and looked malnourished, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

She regained her composure slightly, coughed lightly to cover her lapse in composure, and then asked calmly, "What's your name?"

The boy raised his head slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected her to ask that question. He hesitated for a moment, then answered in a low voice, "My name is Nu Shisan."

It doesn't sound like a proper name at all.

Perhaps it was the alcohol taking effect, but she waved her hand and said, "This name doesn't sound good. I'll give you one. How about Ah Chen?"

Before the boy could react to the name Yan Shu had casually given him, he heard her continue, her voice slurred with drunkenness: "I have three males, named A Xu, A Hou, and A Ling. They are also very good-looking."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes unfocused, seemingly still lost in her own thoughts.

Nu Shisan—no, Achen—stared blankly at her, a surge of excitement welling up inside him.

He never had a name; he was always just "Slave Thirteen," an existence that no one paid attention to.

Now, she has given him a new name, just as she has given him a brand new identity.

A surge of emotion welled up within him—excitement, gratitude, and even a touch of bewilderment.

He knelt down, pressing his hands tightly to the ground, his voice choked with emotion: "Thank you... thank you, Madam, for bestowing upon me a name."

His voice trembled uncontrollably; the respect and grace he received at this moment were the most precious kindness in the world to him.

Yan Shu looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle, seemingly amused by his seriousness.

She waved her hand slightly, her tone languid and casual: "Alright, don't be so polite. From now on, just remember to be obedient when you're with me."

Ah Chen nodded emphatically, his voice weak but firm: "Yes, Ah Chen will obey your orders, sir."

Then Yan Shu lost consciousness.

Yan Shu felt as if she had fallen into a cold and deep dream, surrounded by a wave of chill that enveloped her.

The icy touch slowly spread along the skin, like countless fine ripples on water, carrying a bone-chilling cold, yet subtly revealing an irresistible allure.

She seemed to be drawn in, sinking deeper and deeper, letting the chill seep into her bones inch by inch, strangely bringing a warmth that intoxicated her.

The warmth rose quietly from deep within the body, intertwining with the cold, bringing waves of subtle shivers.

A wave of chill enveloped her, yet it made her feel increasingly hot, as if she were being controlled by an invisible force.

She tried to struggle, but was bewildered by the interplay of cold and heat; her heart raced and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Just as she was lost in this contradictory temperature, it was as if a warmth came from her palm, with a slight force, pulling her back little by little from the cold abyss.

The warmth gradually filled her, like a thin but firm thread, guiding her toward the light and bringing her a sense of peace she had never felt before.

On the edge of this dream, she vaguely heard a soft call, a voice filled with suppressed emotion and tension, as if cautiously probing into her world: "My lady..."

……

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Yan Shu slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually returning. She looked around and found herself lying in an unfamiliar room.

The bed was soft, and I was covered with a light, warm blanket.

The room was simply furnished but clean, yet it was a place she was completely unfamiliar with.

She sat up slightly, still a little confused, and as she looked up, she noticed someone sitting by the bed.

Her first thought was that it was Ah Xu, Ah Hou, or Ah Ling who came to take care of her, but she quickly realized something was wrong.

This person was too thin and frail, with narrow shoulders, and his aura lacked the familiar calm and weight.

Even in soft lighting, her skin appeared exceptionally fair, but not in the sickly pale way that Ah Ling had.

She paused, then looked closely before recognizing those familiar eyes.

"What... are you doing here?"

She asked softly, her voice tinged with doubt and surprise.

Upon hearing her voice, the boy immediately turned around, a look of joy and cautious concern flashing in his eyes.

He knelt on the bed, bowed slightly, and asked nervously, "My lady, are you awake? Is anything bothering you?"

Yan Shu frowned slightly, looking around with a hint of doubt, though her mind was still somewhat confused.

She rubbed her temples and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Where is this? How did I get here?"

Ah Chen bit her lip slightly and explained in a low voice, "You drank some wine last night and seem to be feeling unwell, so I... I took the liberty of bringing you to this guest room to rest."

Yan Shu shook her head slightly, trying to sort out the memories in her mind, but she vaguely felt something was wrong with her body.

She paused for a moment, looked down at her loose clothes, and suddenly some blurry images flashed through her mind, fragments of last night flooding back like a tide.

Her expression changed instantly, and she looked at Ah Chen in shock.

The boy lowered his head slightly, his face flushed with shyness, his ears turning red, and he dared not look her in the eye.

His hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, as if trying to suppress his fear, yet unable to conceal the panic in his heart.