"Eh?"
"You're all here?"
"Perfect."
"My shoulders are so sore."
"My legs hurt too. Since you're all here, why don't you give me a massage together."
"..."
...
Actually, when he first woke up, Lin Yu felt that there was nothing wrong with him.
He still remembered what happened before he passed out. He had just tripped, rolled down the stairs, bumped his head, and bled a little.
Lin Yu had experienced much more serious injuries in the past, so he didn't think this little scratch was a big deal.
But when those words blurted out of his mouth, Lin Yu truly felt that he might have broken his brain from the fall.
Otherwise, how could he dare to spout such nonsense?
Speaking of which, did the hospital give him a CT scan while he was unconscious?
Are the results out?
I'm very worried about the health of my brain!
The four people surrounding the hospital bed all froze after hearing Lin Yu's words.
When people hear shameless remarks, their usual first reaction is anger.
But when people hear something exceptionally, unbelievably shameless, their genuine first reaction isn't anger.
It's curiosity, and shock.
Shock at how such shameless words could even come out of a human mouth.
Beside the bed.
Tang Manman, Xia Muzhu, and even Su Yuyao—who always maintained the image of a pale, thin, young, and obedient girl needing care—widened their eyes.
Massaging Lin Yu's shoulders and thumping his calves was something they were actually quite willing to do in private.
Even a certain exceptionally talented individual could, under Lin Yu's earnest and well-meaning... (crossed out)
...earnest and wicked seduction, pull off some NSFW tricks.
But that was in private!
Right now, these few people were about to tear each other apart, and you want them to massage the legs and shoulders of a scumbag like you?
You're getting off easy that they haven't eaten you alive!
Lin Yu lay on the hospital bed.
The sharp, resentment-filled glares of the three women landed on Lin Yu, making him feel as if his body was about to be poked full of bloody holes.
At this very moment, Lin Yu suddenly felt a bit of regret.
He shouldn't have waded into these muddy waters!
He wondered if he closed his eyes again now, could everyone just pretend nothing happened and continue their arguing...
...
Just as Lin Yu lay in bed, enduring the torture of the three women's heart-piercing glares, Qing Mo, who was standing next to Su Yuyao, suddenly lowered herself.
She leaned over, sat on the edge of the bed, and familiarly reached out, beginning to massage Lin Yu's calf through the hospital's thin blanket.
"Is this okay?"
Qing Mo looked up with her cold and clear eyes, looking like a banished immortal who didn't eat the food of mortals.
Yet the words she spoke were extremely humble, like a well-trained servant girl.
It was as if the world had been put on pause.
In the ward, aside from the faint rustling sound of Qing Mo's soft hands rubbing against the blanket as she massaged his leg, Lin Yu felt as if there wasn't even the sound of breathing in the room.
Everyone stared at Qing Mo in either horror or a daze, as if looking at an alien.
Among the four, Lin Yu was the first to recover his senses.
Upon realizing that Qing Mo was helping him out of the situation, Lin Yu was so moved he almost shed a tear.
As expected, Noble Consort Qing is the one who comforts my heart the most!
"Yeah."
"It's alright."
"By the way."
"You three shouldn't be idle either."
"Hurry up and come over to massage together."
"My body is unbearably sore."
With Qing Mo's assistance, the arrogance in Lin Yu's heart flared right up, and he hurriedly began to push his luck.
Some things are just like that.
When someone takes the lead as the bellwether, it becomes possible for the rest of the sheep to follow.
The three women hesitated for a moment.
The second person to sit down by the bed was Su Yuyao.
In Su Yuyao's heart, Qing Mo's importance in certain aspects was even greater than Lin Yu, the father of her child.
To her, Qing Mo was completely a big sister whom she could drop all her defenses to rely on and trust.
So when she saw that Qing Mo was willing to put down her pride and massage Lin Yu's legs, subconsciously, she no longer felt that Lin Yu's outrageous request was all that outrageous.
If Sister Qing Mo is willing to do this, she must have her reasons!
Su Yuyao activated the one-click follow mode.
She sat by the bed and reached out, her delicate little hands holding Lin Yu's arm, and began to massage his shoulder bit by bit, obedient and well-behaved, like an angelic little sister who knew how to be considerate of her brother.
Tang Manman could tolerate it when Qing Mo moved.
But the moment Su Yuyao moved, Tang Manman really couldn't stand it.
She was already annoyed that Su Yuyao was always monopolizing Lin Yu, so how could she just watch helplessly as she got intimate with him now?
Tang Manman pursed her lips, her beautiful cheeks puffing up slightly in anger. Unwilling to concede, she also sat down by the bed and reached out to massage Lin Yu's shoulder.
Among the four, the only one who noticed something was wrong was Xia Muzhu.
Why had things developed into this current state?
Was there a mistake somewhere?
Xia Muzhu couldn't help but reach out and hold her forehead.
But since things had already come to this, so be it.
Xia Muzhu let out a faint sigh. She sat down in the only empty spot left beside Lin Yu and began to massage his calf.
With the four of them staying together, even though they had prepared themselves mentally for this long ago.
But when this day truly arrived, the three of them still felt an awkwardness so intense that their toes practically curled into pretzels...
What?
Why three?
Oh.
Because Qing Mo and Lin Yu were in cahoots.
They both felt it was very satisfying!
"Ahem!"
"Alright, alright."
Lin Yu struggled to put away the grin that was about to reach his ears, pre... (crossed out)
...tending to look serious as he said:
"I was just messing with you guys."
"You don't have to massage me anymore, you don't have to."
"Go on and busy yourselves with your own things."
"Yuyao, how is Little Darling doing now?"
"Is she okay?"
Actually, when he saw that Su Yuyao still had the mind to stay by his side and fight out of jealousy with Tang Manman and the others, Lin Yu knew that Little Darling was already fine.
But it was still safer to ask.
As Lin Yu expected, Su Yuyao nodded gently and said:
"Little Darling is already fine."
"She is at home right now, and Nanny Wang is watching her."
Lin Yu nodded, looking at Su Yuyao as he continued:
"That's good."
"Yuyao, you should head back first."
"Little Darling can't do without you."
"If she is away from you for too long, she will start fussing again."
Hearing this, Su Yuyao pursed her lips.
She knew that what Lin Yu said was the truth. A lot of the time, Nanny Wang couldn't actually coax Little Darling.
It required her, the biological mother, to step in.
But...
Su Yuyao secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Tang Manman. She definitely didn't want to be the first one to leave!
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?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
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.
