Consciousness gradually returned, and when Lin Yu realized what he was doing, half the blood in his body ran cold. His body stiffened in panic as he stopped moving, staring blankly at Xia Muzhu beneath him—her face flushed but lips slightly pale.
Skin against skin, bodies intertwined.
Xia Muzhu quickly noticed Lin Yu’s strange behavior. Seeing his horrified expression, her own face paled, then her entire body began trembling. Two clear tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
The usually silent and enduring Xia Muzhu suddenly turned forceful. She pushed Lin Yu off her, as if even that wasn’t enough to express her anger. As she shoved him away, she choked out a low, furious curse:
"Get off!"
Still dazed, Lin Yu instinctively pulled back and sat on the bed, utterly at a loss.
Then, his eyes landed on the scattered crimson stains on the warm yellow bedsheet.
Those drops of blood hit him like a sledgehammer, smashing his already muddled mind into complete blankness, nearly short-circuiting it.
Xia Muzhu wrapped herself tightly in the soft blanket, curling up with her back to Lin Yu, as if deeply wounded by his reaction.
The red stains on the sheets reflected in Lin Yu’s pitch-black pupils. He instinctively glanced down at the "culprit," confirming this was indeed the result of his own actions.
His heart grew even more chaotic. He looked up at Xia Muzhu, curled up under the blanket, and opened his mouth—but no sound escaped.
What the hell…
What the hell just happened?
How did things end up like this?
Click.
A crisp sound came from the living room, piercing the quiet bedroom.
Both of them recognized it—the sound of the door unlocking.
And there was only one person who could freely open that door.
Xia Yueshan was back.
At the sound of the turning lock, Xia Muzhu froze in fear, while Lin Yu broke out in a cold sweat.
This was it.
If Xia Yueshan found out he’d done this to her older sister, that tiger of a woman would stab him to death without hesitation.
To make matters worse, Xia Muzhu’s bedroom door wasn’t closed—it was wide open.
From this angle, if Xia Yueshan stepped inside and glanced even slightly to the side, she’d have a full, unobstructed view of the bed.
The door swung open, and Xia Yueshan walked in, expression neutral.
Acting purely on instinct, Lin Yu grabbed a corner of the blanket to cover himself.
As expected.
The moment Xia Yueshan entered, she only had to turn her head slightly before her eyes landed on the two of them.
First came shock—she clearly hadn’t prepared for this scenario in the slightest.
But then, seeing them sharing the same blanket, realization dawned. A delighted grin spread across her face—her sister and Lin Yu had finally taken that step!
Yet before her joy could settle, Xia Yueshan’s sharp eyes caught the tension between them. Her smile stiffened.
Frowning, she couldn’t understand why the atmosphere was so awkward and distant. They looked nothing like a couple who’d just been intimate.
Xia Yueshan frowned.
Xia Yueshan pondered.
Xia Yueshan seemed to think of something.
Xia Yueshan dismissed the idea—no way, she’d thrown that thing in the trash ages ago!
Standing in the doorway, she scrutinized the two on the bed, trying to figure out what was going on.
Lin Yu sat bare-assed on the bed, only a scrap of blanket covering his dignity. It was the first time he’d ever acted so meek in front of Xia Yueshan, guilty as a criminal facing the police.
Xia Muzhu remained curled under the blanket, her thoughts far more tangled than Lin Yu’s.
Her own strange behavior today, Lin Yu’s odd reactions, and what Xia Yueshan had said the night before last…
She didn’t want to believe her little brother could do something so despicable, but she couldn’t find any other explanation.
When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains—no matter how unbelievable—must be the truth.
"Xia Yueshan."
"Close the door."
"Then wait for me in your room."
This was the first time Xia Muzhu had ever addressed her brother by his full name. The ice in her voice even made Lin Yu flinch.
Xia Yueshan’s neck stiffened. Though he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, an uneasy feeling crept over him.
After shutting the door, he grew more and more unsettled. Just in case, he turned and headed for the kitchen…
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With the door closed, only Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu remained in the bedroom.
Still wrapped tightly in the blanket, Xia Muzhu turned her head and glared at Lin Yu.
"Turn around!"
"Oh—right."
Lin Yu obediently faced the window, careful to keep himself covered with the blanket.
His clumsy earnestness almost made Xia Muzhu laugh, but before her lips could twitch, the reality of the situation dragged her back down. Her eyes dimmed, heart heavy with grief.
Especially when she thought of that absurd possibility—it felt like her soul was sinking into an abyss.
She threw off the blanket, standing naked as she gathered her clothes from the floor and dressed.
Distraught, she didn’t notice the shameless pervert watching her reflection in the mirror—nor the fact that he was already reacting again, discreetly adjusting himself under the blanket.
Once dressed, Xia Muzhu left the room with slow, unsteady steps.
Finally alone, Lin Yu let out a long breath.
Too overwhelmed to think straight, he scrambled out of bed and pulled on his clothes.
Dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed, desperately trying to recall the day’s events—anything to explain this insanity.
But his mind felt like wood. Even remembering basic details was a struggle.
He sat there, less thinking and more just… blankly staring.
After a long silence, something occurred to him. He turned, gaze falling on the orange-yellow blanket. His breathing slowed.
Hand trembling, he reached out, gripped the blanket, and slowly pulled it back.
Just as he’d feared.
The bloodstains glared up at him, impossible to ignore.
"Damn it…"
Lin Yu exhaled like a deflated balloon, his entire posture collapsing as if that sigh had drained the last of his spirit.
Click.
The door opened again. Lin Yu reflexively yanked the blanket back into place.
Looking up, he realized it wasn’t Xia Muzhu—it was Xia Yueshan.
Xia Yueshan’s eyes were red. He gave Lin Yu a long, heavy look before lowering his head and speaking quietly.
"Leave."
"My sister says today was an accident."
"Just forget it happened."
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.
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
