Su Yang's lips curled slightly upward: "No problem."
Twenty minutes later, the coffee machine reached the preset temperature.
He made each of the girls a cappuccino, though only Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun got heart-shaped latte art—the others received leaf designs instead.
A little past noon, Meng Wenzhou's phone rang.
After a brief conversation, he hung up.
"Hey, Liu Bo, the others just arrived at the dock. Mind going to pick them up?"
"Sure thing!" Liu Bo replied cheerfully before heading out.
"Man’s suddenly full of enthusiasm," someone remarked.
"So, what’s the plan for later?" Su Yang asked, turning to Meng Wenzhou.
"The villa’s got a grill, and the hotel provides ingredients. We’ll set it up in the backyard for some barbecue, maybe swim, play some pool games. Those who wanna sing can hit the karaoke, and for those who don’t, there’s gaming consoles, a basketball court—do whatever you feel like. The more, the merrier, right?"
Su Yang nodded. He’d never thrown a villa party before, and the thought gave him a little thrill.
Half an hour later, a chorus of silver-bell laughter echoed at the villa’s entrance.
Liu Bo pushed the door open, followed by five stunning girls, each with a distinct style.
Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and Zhang Ziming looked up.
Among them was a golden-haired girl straight out of a fairy tale—pale skin, around 170 cm tall, wearing a gray crop-top tank and black denim hot pants. Her curves were full, her figure voluptuous.
Her delicate features included a high nose bridge and striking blue eyes, with legs that were delightfully shapely.
Su Yang nudged Meng Wenzhou. "We’ve got foreign representation?"
"Huh? Not from my list. Must be someone’s plus-one."
"Damn, she’s top-tier," Zhang Ziming muttered under his breath.
The other four girls held their own beside the blonde.
One had an unmistakable "cool beauty" vibe—tall at 168 cm, with sleek black bangs, a petite face, dark lipstick, and an enviable figure.
Her light green fitted mini-dress gave off an innocent-yet-seductive aura.
Su Yang’s gaze shifted to the remaining three.
One was adorably cute—round-faced, about 165 cm, with twin ponytails, a black-and-white JK skirt, and thigh-high black stockings.
Another was slightly shorter at 162 cm, sporting a braid, a black spaghetti-strap top, and a white mini-skirt. With every step, her chest bounced noticeably—Su Yang’s recent "scouting experience" pegged her at a solid F-cup, possibly even G.
The last girl exuded pure sex appeal—fair-skinned, with chestnut curls, a slightly plump yet hourglass figure, and a tight, low-cut beige bodycon dress that left little to the imagination.
Meng Wenzhou stood up with a grin. "Welcome, ladies!"
"Since when did you get to Lucheng, Meng?" the cute one asked.
"We arrived two days ago. But enough small talk—let’s do introductions!"
"Hi everyone, I’m Liu Wenxin. Nice to meet you all!" The cheerful girl stepped forward first.
"Li Yutong," the cool beauty said, waving. Her eyes lingered on Su Yang a beat too long.
"Yang Yuwei, but call me Vivi," the busty one chimed in.
"Luo Yu—just call me Xiao Luo," the girl in the bodycon dress added.
Finally, the blonde stepped up, her near-perfect Mandarin flawless. "Hey there! I’m Xinxiya, Xiao Luo’s friend. You can call me Yaya. Honored to meet you all."
Her gaze swept the room, pausing on Su Yang with a spark of interest.
"Whoa, your Chinese is amazing!" Zhang Ziming blurted.
Yaya giggled. "Flattery! I moved to China as a kid—practically half-local now."
Su Yang’s group introduced themselves in turn.
One word summed up the five girls: curves. Every single one was generously endowed, with even the "smallest," Li Yutong, easily a C+.
Meng Wenzhou sure knew how to pick friends.
The living room buzzed as the girls quickly bonded with Pan Ning, Tang Ziyun, and the others.
No shyness here—Luo Yu grabbed the mic and belted out a song, setting the mood.
[Ding! Host’s current enjoyment detected. Reward: 1 million.]
Su Yang’s inner monologue kicked in:
—Scan each one. Just names, ages, body stats, looks.
[Liu Wenxin, 22]
[Looks: 77]
[Body: 83]
...
[Li Yutong, 25]
[Looks: 80]
[Body: 85]
...
[Yang Yuwei, 23]
[Looks: 79]
[Body: 90]
...
[Luo Yu, 21]
[Looks: 84]
[Body: 90]
...
[Xinxiya, 22]
[Looks: 89]
[Body: 95]
—Holy hell, 95?! Higher than Pan Ning?
—They look close, but Yaya’s got more… everything.
—Whatever. First above-85 I’ve seen. Lock it in.
[Ding! Binding successful. Xinxiya's favorability: 10]
Half an hour later, two waiters delivered bags of fresh groceries—meats, veggies, seafood—and the party escalated.
Amid the singing, drinking, and chatter, Yaya made her move, sliding onto the couch beside Su Yang with a champagne flute.
"Sorry, I missed your name earlier?"
"Su Yang," he replied smoothly.
"Cheers?" She clinked her glass against his wine.
"Bottoms up." He downed his drink.
Yaya’s gaze held a sultry haze—no subtlety, just bold Western directness.
She took a modest sip. "Lightweight. Forgive me."
"No worries."
"Can I get your WeChat?" She bit her lower lip.
Damn. Asking for WeChat? More like asking for trouble.
Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning—unfazed, gaming on her phone—then smirked. "Sure thing."
Yaya smiled slightly and pulled out her phone, quickly adding each other on WeChat.
After chatting with Su Yang for a while longer, she got up and walked over to the other side to sing.
Su Yang had just breathed a sigh of relief when the other four girls approached him.
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ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
