As the saying goes,
When people drink, they get drunk.
And when they drink too much, they get even drunker.
Not only that,
Alcohol also stimulates the nerves,
Making people bold enough to seek thrills and indulge in wild revelry.
Lin An'an is an ordinary person.
No one is a saint.
As long as you're human, you have basic needs.
Those who haven't found a partner
Either have unconventional preferences,
Lack the means,
Or simply haven't met the one they envision.
The third scenario is the most common.
Most people fall into this category.
Of course, ideals are plump,
But reality is rather cruel.
In most cases,
You have to settle for second best.
But here,
Lin An'an has finally met someone who checks every box in her mind.
There's no way she’s letting go.
Even if it means swallowing her pride and dignity.
Because Xu Mo is just too perfect.
Too outstanding.
So outstanding, in fact, that it's almost a problem now.
Hmm... It was only when Lin An'an realized why Zhou Qiaoqiao was so adamant about "giving up" Xu Mo,
Letting them—the so-called "cabbages"—chase after him,
That the truth hit her like a ton of bricks.
Tears welled up in that moment.
But the arrow was already nocked on the bowstring—
There was no turning back.
Besides, this was the path Lin An'an had chosen for herself.
Even if she had to cry her way through it, she would see it to the end!
She wasn’t one to back down easily.
Retreat?
Not a chance.
The next morning—
Xu Mo cracked his eyes open, checked the time, and promptly went back to sleep.
Honestly,
Just waking up at all was an achievement.
After all, he’d barely slept for two hours.
A soft snoring sound came from beside him.
Xu Mo glanced over before closing his eyes again.
Leaving now wouldn’t be right.
He should at least wait until the hostess of the house woke up.
That was basic guest etiquette.
Slipping away without a word?
That would be downright rude.
By the time the sun was high in the sky,
Lin An'an finally stirred awake, though her mind was still foggy.
But the presence of someone else beside her
Wasn’t a dream.
Nor was it an illusion.
As for proof,
She didn’t need to pinch herself.
There was a much better way to confirm reality.
Lin An'an winced slightly, inhaling sharply, before turning her gaze to the still-sleeping Xu Mo.
Xu Mo in silence.
Xu Mo whose thoughts she couldn’t hear.
His mystique and charm were dialed up to the max!
It was just...
How should she put it?
He was outstanding in every way.
His strengths were like that.
And his flaws?
Well, they were like that too.
Hmph, too outstanding!!!
Lin An'an pouted, feigning annoyance as she muttered, "You know, you’re way too perfect, you jerk."
Then, unbidden, memories of last night flooded back.
The pop diva was instantly torn between embarrassment and fury.
She was so mortified she could barely breathe!
It was getting late.
She had to seize the moment and get her revenge—right here, right now.
Lin An'an glanced around and quickly spotted what she needed.
"Humph, you big meanie, let’s see if you can keep sleeping now."
In the depths of slumber, Xu Mo felt a tickling sensation at the tip of his nose.
Through the haze, a woman’s playful giggles reached his ears.
"Tehehe... The sun’s setting, lazybones. How can you still be asleep...?"
Xu Mo’s eyelid twitched slightly, but the tickling persisted.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore—Achoo!
His eyes snapped open to find a stunning woman lying beside him.
A mischievous grin played on her lips as she propped her chin on one hand,
While the other trailed her silky black hair over his skin, teasingly.
Her five delicate toes pointed toward the ceiling,
Swaying back and forth like a pendulum.
Xu Mo caught her mischievous hand and chuckled.
"Seems like you’ve recovered well. Full of energy, huh?"
"Perfect timing for a little... lesson."
As he spoke, he made a move to flip over—like a carp leaping or a salted fish turning.
"Eek! Nooo!!"
The memory of being dominated by a "giant" came rushing back.
The diva paled in terror and couldn’t help but shriek.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
