Suddenly, her body was lifted off the ground, and her field of vision began to sway.
Just like a drowning person would grab at the straws within reach, Liu Yuan instinctively wrapped her arms around the "support" she could touch.
For example, Su Qi's neck.
What she felt was the warm touch of his skin, and she could even faintly feel the gentle pulsation of his carotid artery.
This action was completely out of instinct. By the time she realized what she had done, the heat on her cheeks shot up again.
See, the sense of shame was still there after all.
Su Qi seemed unfazed by his sister's action. With steady steps, he carried her out of the narrow kitchen.
Liu Yuan was hanging on him like a small koala pendant.
She buried her head in the crook of Su Qi's neck, and her nose was filled with his pleasant scent that made her feel both at ease and flustered.
Where was Su Qi taking her in his arms?
What was he going to do?
Countless thoughts were rampaging through her muddled brain, making her feel dizzy.
Su Qi walked through the living room, reached the sofa, and then... gently placed her on the sofa.
Liu Yuan's feet touched the soft surface of the sofa again, but she still maintained the posture of hugging Su Qi's neck and forgot to let go for a moment.
She stared blankly up at Su Qi, who was so close.
Su Qi's voice remained steady, showing no sign of emotion: "Since you want to stay, you need to have a proper identity."
Liu Yuan blinked her eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
So, was he really confessing his love to her or was it just "role - playing"?
Su Qi was also looking at her.
His eyes were so deep that it was hard to discern his emotions.
Liu Yuan felt that Su Qi didn't seem to be joking.
Su Qi didn't avert his gaze: "Is there a problem?"
Liu Yuan quickly shook her head like a rattle.
No problem!
Of course, there was no problem!
This was what she had been dreaming of... No, it was something she didn't even dare to think about!
After all, from the very beginning, it was "Iris" (Liu Yuan) who had been pursuing "I Want to Sleep" (Su Qi).
Only...
"Then... the housework..."
Liu Yuan whispered, lacking a bit of confidence.
Su Qi seemed to see through her little thoughts.
"As my girlfriend, isn't it only natural for you to take care of my daily life?"
His tone carried a natural and unarguable meaning.
Liu Yuan: "..."
It seemed... to make sense?
But...
Her little head started to get muddled again.
In novels, after the male and female protagonists established their relationship, weren't they supposed to be sweet and enjoy romantic moments?
In novels, the heroines were always held in the palm of their lovers' hands!
This idiot Su Qi...
He was so concerned about who would do the housework...
For a moment, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Or perhaps it was the calm before the storm?
Who knew?
All Liu Yuan knew was that she was sitting sideways on the sofa with her two calves resting on Su Qi's legs.
This distance was too close.
The pleasant scent on Su Qi that made her feel both at ease and flustered enveloped her even more strongly.
Liu Yuan suddenly remembered a sentence she had read somewhere.
If you can smell a person's unique scent that isn't formed by external forces like perfume and find it pleasant, it might be an attraction at the genetic level.
Her cheeks started to heat up again embarrassingly.
Was it really like that?
Her little nose wrinkled involuntarily, and she took a deeper breath.
It really... smelled so good.
Naturally, this almost greedy little action didn't escape Su Qi's notice.
The faint scent on the young girl, a mixture of the fragrance of shower gel and an indescribable scent that was uniquely hers, wafted into his nose in strands.
Especially her charming face, fair and tinged with a faint pink glow, under the gentle illumination of the living - room lights, unconsciously exuded an invisible charm, making Su Qi's Adam's apple roll slightly involuntarily.
In this quiet environment where you could hear a pin drop, this sound was particularly prominent.
On the contrary, Liu Yuan's eyes lit up.
This discovery made her... a little proud.
She also somehow got a bit bolder.
She swayed her calves more vigorously, making a slight sound.
It was just like a cat showing affection and soliciting attention from its owner.
The living room was extremely quiet, with only the gentle interweaving of their breathing sounds.
Liu Yuan felt a bit uncomfortable under Su Qi's gaze, but like someone who refused to admit defeat, she even straightened her posture slightly.
Although she didn't have much in that regard, she couldn't lose the momentum.
She could clearly feel that Su Qi's body seemed to stiffen for a moment.
Su Qi finally made a move.
He reached out his hand.
And gently pressed down on her swaying calves.
His warm palm covered the area above her ankle, exerting an undeniable force.
Liu Yuan's movement froze instantly.
"Don't move around."
Liu Yuan: "..."
This big idiot Su Qi!
The atmosphere had reached this point.
Couldn't he understand what she meant without her having to say it out loud?
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
