After Tang Ziyun lay down, Su Yang got up and turned off the light.
The bedroom was instantly plunged into darkness. Neither of them reached for their phones, nor did they bother to undress, simply lying there stiffly—both too embarrassed to make the first move.
Tang Ziyun lay motionless, her heartbeat uncontrollably quickening, her breaths growing shallow.
Normally an outgoing girl, she now seemed like a startled little bird.
Su Yang wasn’t faring much better. He was equally nervous, after all, lying beside a beauty on par with Pan Ning and Lu Yun.
Though he’d had his fair share of encounters since acquiring the "system," and while he couldn’t claim to be a seasoned veteran, he wasn’t exactly inexperienced either.
Yet, every time he faced someone new, he reverted to being as awkward as a beginner.
This, in a way, was why playboys stayed playboys—the thrill of novelty with each new person.
To dispel the awkwardness, they began chatting idly.
Su Yang suddenly remembered the new company he’d recently acquired, one specializing in nurturing live-streamers. He turned his head toward Tang Ziyun and asked, "Hey, Ziyun, you’re a professional singer, right?"
"Not really. I wouldn’t dare call myself ‘professional’ in front of you," she replied modestly.
"Don’t be so humble. Ever thought about live-streaming your singing? With your talent, you’d be a hit as a singing streamer."
Tang Ziyun nodded. "I did consider it before, but after getting scouted by my current company, I dropped the idea."
"So, would you still want to try it?"
"I’m open to it, as long as I don’t have to clock in daily. My current company’s pretty flexible, so it works for me."
Su Yang grinned. "I own a company in Haicheng that specializes in building streamers. If you ever want a change, just reach out. I’ll turn you into a mega-influencer."
Tang Ziyun giggled. "Deal. If I quit, I’ll come running to you."
"No problem."
Su Yang checked his phone—2:40 a.m. He set it down and sighed. "Almost 3. We should sleep, or we’ll never wake up tomorrow."
"It’s that late already? Let’s get some rest, then."
"Yeah." Su Yang pulled the blanket over Tang Ziyun. "Here, cover up. You’ll catch a cold otherwise."
"Oh… thanks." A warm feeling bloomed in her chest as she tucked herself in.
They fell silent, letting their minds drift toward sleep.
Then, Su Yang suddenly thought of something and mentally called out:
—System, show me Tang Ziyun’s stats.
[Tang Ziyun, Age: 23]
[Height: 168cm]
[Weight: 56kg]
[Appearance: 90]
[Figure: 90]
[Relationships: 1, Currently Single]
[Experience: 0]
[Traits: Emotionally perceptive, Appearance-conscious]
—Got it.
Ten minutes later, Tang Ziyun’s breathing steadied into the rhythm of sleep.
Su Yang, too, was on the verge of dozing off.
But just as he was about to slip into dreams, Tang Ziyun suddenly rolled over and draped an arm over him.
Startled awake, Su Yang lifted his head to look at her.
Tang Ziyun’s lips curled into a faint smile, as if lost in a pleasant dream.
"What’s this girl dreaming about, smiling like that in her sleep?" he muttered, gently moving her arm away.
Yet, within seconds, she reached out again, this time wrapping her arm around his neck and mumbling, "Don’t… don’t go…"
"Go where? But if you’re holding me like this, don’t blame me for what happens next!"
With that, he turned to face her, shifting closer.
Tang Ziyun’s beauty was now mere inches away. Su Yang swallowed hard, his throat dry.
Their faces were barely five centimeters apart.
Breathing in her subtle fragrance, Su Yang lightly rested a hand on her waist.
He considered letting her sleep like this, resisting the urge to take things further—it felt too underhanded when she was unaware.
He preferred doing things openly; sneaky advances weren’t his style.
Still, it didn’t stop him from admiring her flawless features up close.
Compared to Pan Ning and Lu Yun, Tang Ziyun had a unique charm. From a distance, her face looked slender, but up close, it carried a soft, youthful roundness.
Her bare skin was nearly impeccable, with almost no visible flaws. The only nitpick? Her nose wasn’t as delicately sculpted as Pan Ning’s or Lu Yun’s—but that was only noticeable under scrutiny.
Just as Su Yang was lost in his observations, Tang Ziyun’s eyes fluttered open.
Their gazes locked. Her heart raced anew.
Blushing, she lowered her head—only to realize one of her legs was draped over his.
She yanked it back, her mouth opening in a silent gasp.
Before she could make a sound, Su Yang swiftly covered her lips with his hand and whispered,
"Shh. Not a good time for screaming, you know."
"Mmm… I—I didn’t mean to," she stammered.
"Mean to what? It’s just a leg. No big deal," he chuckled.
"But why’d you wake up so suddenly? Scared me half to death."
"I don’t know. I felt someone watching me in my dream, so I woke up."
Su Yang grinned sheepishly. "Well, I couldn’t sleep, so I was counting your eyelashes."
Tang Ziyun: "......"
Before she could overthink it, Su Yang added, "Don’t dwell on it. Let’s just sleep."
"O-okay."
She closed her eyes again, but their positions remained unchanged—faces still close.
Su Yang resumed his admiring.
A slight twitch of her facial muscles betrayed her awareness. She opened her eyes once more.
This time, instead of looking away, she mustered the courage to meet his gaze shyly.
Unconsciously, they stared at each other for a solid thirty seconds.
The distance between them shrank until their lips were almost touching.
Tang Ziyun’s breaths grew ragged, her body trembling. She quickly shut her eyes.
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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】
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
