Xia Lun stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling as though his soul had been drained from his body. Even lifting a single finger felt exhausting.
He was... spent.
For the first time, facing Aina left him this powerless.
“Ha, haha, hahaha...”
Aina squinted, letting out a triumphant laugh. Her disheveled silver hair spilled over her shoulders, a few strands clinging to her sweaty cheeks, trembling lightly with her laughter.
“Xia Lun, didn’t expect this, did you? Look at you now!” Aina wasn’t in great shape either, but she had truly won. She staggered to her feet, her long legs trembling slightly, one foot pressing into the soft mattress while the other hovered symbolically over Xia Lun’s chest without any real weight—a conqueror’s pose.
The drug hit hard, making Xia Lun feel as if he had regressed to an ordinary man. The result? Aina had utterly crushed him.
Aina had spent a round of stamina that consumed what would have taken Xia Lun two rounds... This was unprecedented.
Xia Lun grabbed Aina’s ankle in frustration. The delicate touch stirred something in him, but he yanked it sharply anyway. The still-arrogant Aina lost her balance instantly and toppled backward onto Xia Lun.
Bang—
Xia Lun’s body curled slightly. Though Aina wasn’t heavy, the back of her head slammed into him painfully.
“Ugh... Xia Lun, move that damn thing of yours away.” Now lying face-to-face, Aina’s composure began to crack, her cheeks flushing.
“Aina, you can’t do that. You should be polite—apologize to it right now!” Xia Lun coughed lightly, offended on behalf of his little self.
“Hah? How is that possible? Are you dreaming?” Aina scoffed. “A mere loser under my thumb... Do you want me to trample you again, Xia Lun?”
Xia Lun, filled with indignation, began resisting the tyrant’s oppression, wrestling with Aina on the bed in a playful scuffle.
The blanket was kicked to the floor; the pillow became a weapon, wrestled back and forth between them; laughter filled the air.
After a moment, they collapsed together, panting.
“Aina...” Xia Lun patted her behind. Aina instinctively moved, only to realize he had no further moves planned.
Aina puffed out her cheeks.
“When will this drug wear off?”
Xia Lun couldn’t stand being under Aina’s thumb any longer. He longed to regain his strength and take back control.
“I don’t know,” Aina said mischievously, sticking out her tongue.
Xia Lun’s face darkened slightly.
“It should... should be soon! Don’t be mad, Xia Lun—I’ll give you a massage.” Aina circled behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders, morphing back into a doting wife. “With your constitution, it won’t affect you for long. Don’t worry.”
Her fingers pressed into his tense muscles with just the right amount of force, all while watching his expression.
Xia Lun stayed silent.
“Don’t be angry, Xia Lun. Don’t you dare be mad at me... you hear?” Aina leaned close to his ear, whispering sweetly, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.
“I don’t hear anything,” Xia Lun turned away, ignoring her.
But Aina wasn’t worried. She still had her trump card. She shook his arm and pressed closer. “I just wanted to beat you for once, that’s all. You’re always so strong, and you make me feel so...”
Murmur, murmur.
Aina watched Xia Lun’s ears turn red at an alarming rate, a smug smile curling on her lips.
Just another Xia Lun, handled.
“Ai... Aina...” Xia Lun stared at her lips and her usually cool, composed face, unable to stop himself from asking, “How can you say things like that?”
“Oh?” Aina raised an eyebrow, then fired off their couple’s go-to line: “You don’t like it?”
Xia Lun was struck speechless.
Oh, he liked it way too much.
“Mian... seems to be hiding something from us.”
Having been crushed by Aina today, Xia Lun felt uncertain. He awkwardly changed the subject, his gaze wandering around the room.
“Oh?” Aina’s beautiful big eyes blinked, then she spoke chillingly: “So, you’ve made up your mind to sacrifice him? Don’t worry—I won’t let him feel an ounce of pain...”
Aina’s tone was as calm as a still lake, save for a flicker of sharpness in her eyes.
“Stop, stop!” Xia Lun quickly cut her off. “I’m not planning to sacrifice Mian yet.”
“Oh...” Aina’s expression remained unreadable.
Well, knowing Aina, she’d be fully aware that he wouldn’t give up on Mian easily... She’d played him again.
Xia Lun wasn’t angry. He pressed on: “Aina, what do you think?”
Aina tilted her head, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall. “Spying on him?”
Xia Lun: ...
With a wave, Aina conjured a water mirror. Its rippling surface slowly cleared, reflecting Mian’s room in crisp detail—even the letters on the pages of his book.
“Hey!” Xia Lun grabbed the blanket, covering both their still-naked bodies, lowering his voice with a rare hint of embarrassment. “What are you doing, Aina?”
“Relax, he can’t sense us, and he can’t hear us,” Aina said confidently, tapping the mirror to zoom in.
Xia Lun knew that... but it still felt wrong.
Cozy under the blanket, Xia Lun skillfully helped Aina into her nightgown by touch. The smooth fabric glided over her curves, a rather enjoyable process.
In the water mirror, Mian sat at his desk, poring over a grimoire. Occasionally, he scribbled notes on parchment with a quill.
Musen had shrunk into a palm-sized figure, standing on an open page, watching Mian’s every move to prevent any anomalies.
“This doesn’t show much,” Aina muttered after a while, growing bored. She yawned lazily.
Nothing seemed to happen during the day.
“Let’s wait until tonight.” Aina waved a hand, and the water mirror vanished into steam.
Then she sighed, rubbing her temple. “Sigh—”
“What’s wrong?”
“We’ll be busy tonight. Don’t feel like watching that kid,” Aina pouted. “It really does feel weird.”
“Should we take a day off?” Xia Lun suggested.
“No, it’ll be over soon.” Aina squinted at the still-weak Xia Lun and grinned. “I’ll make it quick.”
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】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
