The next day.
Though they had planned to go for morning tea, it was already past ten, and Chu Lintian still hadn’t gotten out of bed. After waking up, Lin Mo glanced over at Chu Miaomiao’s side—she was still asleep too. It seemed everyone’s sleep schedules had shifted a bit after the holiday.
So, Lin Mo decided to drag them out of bed one by one.
Last night, after knocking Chu Lintian out, Lin Mo had carried her back to her room and even sobered her up. After all, the liver metabolizes alcohol slower when a person is asleep, which was why many people woke up with hangovers and headaches after passing out drunk.
The proper way was to soak your feet and browse the internet after drinking, waiting until most of the alcohol had been metabolized before going to bed.
Of course, Lin Mo could simply extract the excess alcohol from Chu Lintian’s system.
So when Lin Mo patted her awake, Chu Lintian quickly regained consciousness.
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed for a moment, before she suddenly reached out from under the covers and wrapped her arms around Lin Mo.
In a soft, drowsy voice, she blurted out—
“Husband~”
Wait—
What the hell?!
They hadn’t played that wild last night, had they?
A second later, Chu Lintian fully snapped out of it. Realizing what she’d just said, she immediately let go and yanked the covers over her head.
“Get up. Weren’t we going for tea? I’ll go wake Miaomiao.”
With that, Lin Mo left the room and headed to the other side of the house.
Chu Miaomiao’s door wasn’t locked—or rather, the family had a habit of closing doors but not locking them. Many parents didn’t allow their kids to shut their doors, always suspecting they were hiding something.
In reality, there wasn’t much to hide—just the usual preparations for a solo flight.
But personal space was essential for a child’s growth.
Chu Lintian had once been a child too, so she understood the importance of respecting privacy.
Lin Mo, however, didn’t bother.
He pushed the door open and saw Chu Miaomiao curled up in her pajamas, hugging a bundle of blankets.
A small puddle of drool stained her pillow—clearly, her sleeping posture wasn’t great. Xie Yuling had complained about it more than once.
Lin Mo shook the girl gently, but she didn’t stir.
He shook her again, only to notice something else swaying along with the motion.
The visual impact was… overwhelming.
Especially since none of them wore bras at home.
The scale was bold, but Lin Mo, the ever-disciplined cultivator, remained unfazed.
He pinched Chu Miaomiao’s slightly chubby cheek.
“Hey, wake up. Did you stay up late last night?”
Finally roused, Chu Miaomiao blinked up at him without alarm, her lips curling into a sleepy smile.
“Oh, it’s you, Momo. Good morning.”
“Morning. Time to get up.”
Lin Mo tugged her upright with a firm hand.
The long-haired girl’s hair was a mess, but she was at least somewhat awake now. She stretched out her arms and pulled Lin Mo into a hug.
“Big brother, you won’t leave me, right?”
Oh, so now both aunt and niece were taking turns attacking him?
Too bad it wasn’t his turn yet!
He’d endure!
Lin Mo patted her head.
“Of course not. I’ll always be with you, Miaomiao.”
Chu Miaomiao understood everything—she knew Xie Yuling liked Lin Mo, knew Jiang Yunlu liked Lin Mo, and knew she liked him too.
But she didn’t think she could compete.
All she wanted was to stay by his side.
Her mind drifted back to that day at the hot springs.
The other girls had already left, leaving just the three of them soaking.
The boys had gone too.
Jiang Yunlu had turned to Xie Yuling first.
“You like Lin Mo.”
A statement, not a question.
Then she looked at Chu Miaomiao.
“You like Lin Mo too.”
Finally, she pointed at herself.
“And so do I.”
Young girls were shy, and this kind of confrontation was almost unbearable.
But Xie Yuling and Chu Miaomiao didn’t react—completely defying expectations.
Then, Xie Yuling asked calmly, “So?”
Jiang Yunlu smirked. “No ‘so.’ Lin Mo already said he won’t date or accept any confessions in high school. So, I want to invite you both to help me block any other girls from getting close to him.”
Xie Yuling remained expressionless but nodded. Then she glanced at Chu Miaomiao.
Chu Miaomiao shrank back, curious. “How?”
“Simple. Take up his time. Don’t let him be alone with other girls. Don’t let them cling to him.”
A united front.
If they were going to compete, it would only be among themselves.
Chu Miaomiao had somehow ended up joining.
The terms of their alliance were simple: don’t interfere with each other’s plans, don’t snipe at each other in front of Lin Mo, and don’t spill secrets.
In short—whoever cracked first lost.
If someone couldn’t take it, they’d forfeit.
And the most important rule: no cheating.
Cheating meant any behavior the divine Shenhe would forbid.
Right now, hugging Lin Mo like this—Chu Miaomiao didn’t think it counted as cheating.
She had her own competitive streak. At the very least, she wanted to stay with him until the day he left her.
The hug didn’t last long. Though occasionally bold, Chu Miaomiao mostly knew her limits.
Letting go, her face flushed, she whispered, “I need to change.”
“Got it. I won’t peek.”
Lin Mo chuckled and turned to leave—but the girl suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt.
When he looked back, she was biting her lip, her voice barely audible.
“You… can look if you want.”
Lin Mo immediately turned away, laughing. “Don’t mess around.”
With that, he shut the door behind him.
Trying to sneak ahead, huh?
No way.
As he closed one door, another opened—Chu Lintian stepped out, fully dressed.
Since they were heading out, her outfit was slightly bulky, but it did nothing to hide her figure.
When she saw Lin Mo, her cheeks tinted pink before she hurried to the kitchen.
Every morning, she made herself a latte.
Standing in front of the coffee machine, she froze, seemingly focused—but her gaze was distant.
Her mind was replaying last night’s events.
She’d downed a few glasses of wine in frustration, then grabbed the key to the study.
At the time, she’d been certain Lin Mo wouldn’t push her away.
What happened next felt like a dream—or maybe it had been real.
She’d kissed him.
And he’d kissed her back.
Only now did she remember—Lin Mo was just sixteen.
What she’d done was a betrayal—to Miaomiao, and to Lin Mo himself.
Her hands trembled at the thought.
“Sis Chu, you okay? Hungover? Last night, you got drunk in the living room. When I carried you back, you kept mumbling about some key.”
“Huh? Really?!”
Chu Lintian exhaled in relief.
So it had just been a drunken dream after all.
None of this counts as a sin.
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.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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?"
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.
