Lin Yu had no idea how long he had slept. All he knew was that when he woke up, the pain in his body felt even more severe.
Lying in bed, he even felt like his whole body had thickened considerably.
It was normal swelling after an injury, Lin Yu knew that, but knowing didn't help; it didn't lessen the physical pain one bit.
Lying there in a daze, Lin Yu felt his head throbbing painfully, so uncomfortable he didn't even want to open his eyes.
He didn't know if Gu Yue was still by his side. Swallowing, he tentatively called out:
"Gu Yue?"
A strange, hoarse voice sounded by his ear. Lin Yu was taken aback for a moment, needing a while to accept the fact that this raspy sound had come from his own throat.
"Hmm?"
A soft nasal sound soon came from beside the bed, responding to Lin Yu's hoarse call.
Learning that Gu Yue was still there, Lin Yu relaxed, feeling much more at ease.
In his current state, if there was no one around, he'd probably suffer a lot more.
His throat was dry and scratchy as if on fire. Lin Yu didn't stand on ceremony and ordered,
"Get me a glass of water."
The person beside him didn't respond, but Lin Yu heard the faint sound of a stool moving, probably Gu Yue getting up to fetch water.
Shortly after, Lin Yu heard footsteps, the sound of water being poured, and then something being set down.
"Hmm."
Another soft nasal sound. Lin Yu opened his mouth, knowing the water was coming.
The cool rim of the glass touched his lips, and water slowly flowed into his mouth, then soothed his throat.
After greedily drinking the entire glass, Lin Yu closed and opened his lips twice, signaling he wanted more.
Soon another glass was brought over, but this time Gu Yue had clearly poured it a bit hastily. Some water spilled, trickling down from the corner of Lin Yu's mouth.
"Hey!"
"Can't you be more careful?!"
The terrible sleep quality combined with the physical pain had put Lin Yu in a very uncomfortable, irritable, and depressed state.
He was like a firecracker ready to explode at the slightest touch, so his tone was very poor, even bordering on harsh.
The person who had just been snapped at didn't make a sound.
For some reason, Lin Yu felt even more agitated.
The glass was small. Even after two small glasses of water, Lin Yu still felt his throat was a bit dry. He opened his mouth, signaling for another drink.
Soon, the sound of water being poured was heard again. The cool rim of the glass touched his lips once more, water slowly flowing down...
...
This time, Lin Yu was truly angry.
Last time, you could say she was just careless, pouring too fast and spilling a little.
But this time, this bitch was definitely doing it on purpose!
She poured the water slowly at first, then suddenly tilted the cup up, letting the water rush down in a rapid stream.
The next moment, she leveled the cup again. After he had swallowed most of the water in his mouth, she tilted it up once more to pour, repeating the process.
Lin Yu nearly choked on her method of feeding him water. He wanted to close his mouth but was afraid of getting water all over himself.
He couldn't even open his eyes to glare at Gu Yue. He felt the corners of his eyes were damp, probably from water spraying into them when he coughed unexpectedly earlier.
Forced to drink that glass of water while suppressing his fury, Lin Yu couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head to the side and, without waiting for the water in the corner of his eye to fully drip away, shouted angrily:
"Are you fucking doing this on purp..."
"..."
...
Lin Yu looked at Qing Mo, who was sitting upright beside him, breathing heavily, her eyes full of anticipation and excitement. Stunned, he wisely shut his mouth.
She was absolutely doing it on purpose!
Lin Yu gritted his teeth, glaring hatefully at Qing Mo, refusing to utter a single word to give her the satisfaction.
Seeing Lin Yu had no reaction, Qing Mo, with her legs tightly pressed together, shifted them back slightly. She actively leaned down, bending over to get closer to Lin Yu.
Her stunningly beautiful face grew larger and larger in Lin Yu's vision. Gradually, he could even see his own reflection in her eyes.
Finally.
Qing Mo stopped at a position almost nose-to-nose with Lin Yu.
Lin Yu didn't know if he was so angry he was hallucinating, but looking into Qing Mo's suggestive, dark eyes, he seemed to see swirling hearts...
"I am doing it on purpose."
"What are you going to do about it?"
Qing Mo spoke softly, her scorching voice carrying a hint of impatience as she challenged him, her words spoken right against him.
Lin Yu silently ground his white teeth together, determined not to let Qing Mo have her way.
He forced the corners of his mouth into a ferocious smile and said, word by word:
"Nothing!"
"Thank you very much!"
Hearing this, Qing Mo showed no reaction and remained almost nose-to-nose with Lin Yu.
Looking at her increasingly feverish, dazed eyes, Lin Yu couldn't help but feel a bit panicked.
Holy crap.
Judging by how this is developing, it feels like she's about to kiss me!
Fuck!
Don't you dare!
Considering this possibility, Lin Yu was genuinely panicked.
Given his current injured state, if she wanted to do something, he was ten thousand percent incapable of stopping her.
If she were to give in to her beastly desires and take advantage of his serious injury to... have her way with him.
Would he resist and enjoy it?
Or resist and enjoy it?
Damn!
No other choice, huh?
Where's Gu Yue?
Where the hell did Gu Yue go?
Help!
Lin Yu didn't dare open his mouth to ask what she wanted to do, afraid that the moment he did, she would seal his lips. These domineering CEO types love pulling that move!
Lin Yu could only shrink his chin back slightly, using his eyes to warn her to calm down.
He was a married man!
In the end, Qing Mo didn't do anything outrageous. She sat up straight again, her eyelids slightly lowered, her gaze somewhat dim.
Lin Yu, having narrowly escaped, breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, Qing Mo was still the Qing Mo he knew.
Preferred to be passive!
The crisis was averted, but what followed was an awkwardness so thick it was almost suffocating, leaving one at a loss for words.
In the silence, Lin Yu suddenly remembered Gu Yue. He slowly turned his head to look to the left and found the chair there empty.
Where was Gu Yue?
"She looked very tired. I told her to find a place to rest."
Qing Mo seemed able to read the confusion in Lin Yu's mind and offered an explanation.
"Oh, oh."
Lin Yu uttered two dry "oh"s.
With Qing Mo having broken the silence, Lin Yu also relaxed a bit. After lying in bed for a while longer, Lin Yu turned his head to look at Qing Mo and asked:
"Why did you come..."
Uh...
Lin Yu felt a bit speechless. Did he even need to ask why Qing Mo came?
Swallowing, he changed his question:
"How did you know I was injured?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
