Su Yuyao kept her head down, her pale, creamy little hands nervously rubbing the hem of her shirt.
She looked up at her sister Qing Mo across the table.
Seeing the coldness in her brows, she felt even more heartbroken, her eyes turning red with grievance.
Qing Mo was silent for a long time before finally speaking in a cold voice, "I can't tell him about this."
After saying that, Qing Mo coldly added, "And I won't allow you to tell him either."
Su Yuyao snapped her head up, her tear-filled eyes looking at Qing Mo with confusion and hurt.
A warm tear slipped from the corner of Su Yuyao's eye.
Seeing her crying so sadly, Qing Mo couldn't bear it and added, "At least not right now."
"Why?" Su Yuyao sniffled softly, let out a sob, and asked, her aggrieved voice laced with tears.
Qing Mo remained silent for a moment before finally voicing her concerns. "Because he has recently encountered some things that hit him very hard."
"Not long ago, he even had suicidal thoughts."
Hearing this explanation, shock surfaced in Su Yuyao's teary eyes.
"So in the near future, I don't want him to be triggered again." Qing Mo looked at Su Yuyao and asked softly, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Su Yuyao's expression went blank and numb. As if she had lost her soul, she slowly lowered her head, her clear black and white eyes filled with panic and confusion about the future.
Su Yuyao's devastated expression made Qing Mo hesitant to continue.
But there were some things that, no matter how much Qing Mo didn't want to say, she had to.
"Yaoyao."
"Actually, no matter the outcome."
"Whether Lin Yu accepts you or not."
"You..."
At this point, Qing Mo paused. After reorganizing her words, she spoke again, "You shouldn't be tied down by it for the rest of your life."
"You are still young."
"You're only a senior in high school."
"You haven't even graduated yet."
"If you really do this."
"You won't have any freedom in the future."
Su Yuyao's lifeless eyes flickered.
How could she not know what Qing Mo was saying?
But...
...
It was a child who would one day crisply call her mom...
...
Under the envious and jealous gaze of the driver, Lin Yu acted like a smug big bad wolf with its tail in the air, triumphantly helping the two women out of the car.
After getting them all the way back to Xia Muzhu's house, Lin Yu tossed them onto the bed.
And took off everything that got in the way.
Afterwards, Lin Yu turned off the lights and smoothly slipped into bed between the two of them.
He put one arm around each, letting them lean softly against him.
Having done all this, it seemed like what should follow were some activities unsuitable for children.
But after a long time, nothing happened.
In the quiet room, aside from the steady breathing of the two women, there was only Lin Yu's sigh, full of exhaustion and helplessness.
Lying in bed, Lin Yu stared blankly into the empty darkness before him.
He just felt tired.
Really tired.
Lin Yu felt he was truly insatiable.
A life where he had a woman in each arm and didn't have to worry about food or drink.
Even an ancient emperor had it no better than this, right?
No!
If an emperor didn't want to be cursed at, he still had to diligently attend to state affairs, care for the common people, and balance the powers in the royal court.
But what about him?
Where did he have so many troublesome things to do?
Yeah.
It seemed his current life was really one he wouldn't trade even to be an emperor.
Then what are you still dissatisfied with, Lin Yu?
Why do you still feel so tired?
Are you just asking for it?
Are you just being overly dramatic?
Lin Yu questioned and cursed himself in his heart.
He tried to make himself understand that this current life was great.
So great that it couldn't get any better.
The kind of great you wouldn't trade for an emperor's throne.
So you should be content.
You should feel happy.
You shouldn't be making a fuss over nothing and feeling emotionally exhausted like you are now.
Yes.
Lin Yu silently told himself in his heart.
His current life was really amazing.
If he were a monkey.
Then he already possessed countless peaches, innumerable apples, and even several beautiful female monkeys for company.
They could swing through the jungle together.
Living freely and stylishly.
But on a quiet, lonely night.
The monkey would still miss that banana he yearned for the most, but had accidentally lost.
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
