"Xia Lun..."
"What is it?"
"Nothing." Aina sat in Xia Lun's lap, flashing a radiant smile. "Just wanted to call your name."
It seemed Aina had contracted a condition where she couldn’t go a minute without speaking to Xia Lun.
Xia Lun handed the reins to Aina, who took them without hesitation.
Then, his arms slipped beneath hers, resting on her stomach as he gently rubbed it.
"No change yet."
"Didn’t you say you didn’t want a child for now?" Aina asked, puzzled.
Xia Lun: "Ah, I was just checking if you’ve gained weight… since you ate all the skewers I grilled earlier."
Aina narrowed her eyes. "You’ve got quite the sense of humor, Xia Lun."
Xia Lun grinned. "Oh? I think so too."
Suddenly, Aina nestled deeper into his embrace.
Before Xia Lun could react, she reared back and headbutted him square in the face.
Stars exploded in his vision.
"I’m sorry, Aina..." Xia Lun rubbed his nose, which throbbed painfully—even for someone as tough as him, a Demon King’s headbutt was no joke.
Aina had clearly held back, or else his nose would’ve been gushing blood.
"But you smell amazing," Xia Lun murmured, burying his face in her silvery-white hair.
Aina carried a faint scent—cool mint mingled with creamy sweetness.
The minty freshness likely came from her vampire lineage, as their bodies naturally ran cooler than humans’.
The milky fragrance, however, baffled him. Vampires shouldn’t secrete anything that would leave a scent.
When Xia Lun asked about it, Aina stammered, eventually admitting she’d once bathed in milk.
"Aina, that sounds wasteful," Xia Lun sighed.
Aina arched a brow. "Oh? Now you’re policing how I bathe?"
Xia Lun shook his head. "No, I just meant… you didn’t save any for me."
"You’re truly a spectacular pervert, Xia Lun," Aina praised, cheeks flushing.
Relieved he didn’t press further, Aina exhaled.
Vampires and humans shared similar physiology, with minor differences—like how, after pregnancy, vampires could produce milk even without conception, if stimulated.
Too embarrassed to explain, Aina kept it to herself. Otherwise, Xia Lun would surely ask to taste it, and she disliked that idea.
The scenery ahead grew familiar.
The Tranquil Forest.
Reaching it meant they were close to Libia Forest—the border between the elven territories and the Yalan Empire.
Xia Lun and Aina had lived here after their marriage.
Back in 1819 of the Chaotic Era, after defeating Aina and proposing, they’d retreated here to begin their blissfully shameless life.
They only reemerged in 1824, when Aina—posing as a mage—held a grand wedding with Xia Lun.
After the honeymoon, they returned, resuming their carefree days…
Until 1832, when Aise turned five, and Xia Lun moved his family to a grand estate in the city.
The cabin in Tranquil Forest held countless memories—on the bed, the bench, the table, the rug… though most were too indecent to recount.
The forest was silent. A wide path cut straight through, linking the Yalan Empire to Libia Forest.
Towering trees flanked the road, each over ten meters tall, their dark green, palm-shaped leaves dense and lush.
These Silent Trees absorbed vibrations, muffling sound. They were also common magical ingredients—apprentices used their wood for silence arrays. Not that Aina needed such things.
"Shall we visit, Xia Lun?" Aina glanced back.
"Let’s," Xia Lun nodded.
Surely, after so long, the cabin he’d built would’ve crumbled to time…
Yet it hadn’t.
Down an inconspicuous trail, the space opened to reveal a small lake—and the two-story cabin, still standing as if untouched by centuries.
"Aina..." Xia Lun’s lips pressed thin.
"Of course it’s still here. Our first home," Aina smiled softly. "You built it with your own hands."
Seeing the familiar path earlier, Xia Lun had guessed. A thousand years should’ve erased it entirely.
"Thank you," he murmured, ruffling her hair.
"Don’t thank me—I had servants maintain it," Aina admitted, sticking out her tongue. "You were supposed to wake here, but because of Mida… we moved to the mountains instead."
"Ha! Xia Lun, Aina, your old place survived!" Liyana caught up, grinning. "So nostalgic—I visited often!"
"It’s getting late. Why not stay tonight?" Aina suggested.
Xia Lun glanced at her, understanding.
Three bedrooms awaited: theirs, Aise’s, and a guest room—though only Liyana had ever used it. Moke and Musen had visited but never stayed overnight.
Pushing the door open, Xia Lun froze. The interior was unchanged, as if he’d stepped back a millennium.
"What’s wrong? Don’t recognize your own home?" Aina teased, nudging him inside.
Everything was precisely as they’d left it, time seemingly paused the day they departed.
Magic hummed from the beams—no ordinary cabin could last a millennium. Aina had worked hard.
"Pardon the intrusion," Liyana whispered, ushering Mo Lini and Joli inside.
Mo Lini gaped at the surroundings, treating it like a historic site.
"I’m home," Xia Lun murmured, sinking onto the couch.
"Welcome back," Aina whispered, leaning against his cheek.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
