Gu Yue squeezed her way into Lin Yu's arms, whining and clinging to him.
Her tongue was so pickled by alcohol that she could barely form words clearly.
But she stubbornly kept nuzzling into Lin Yu's chest, as if she were about to pin him down right then and there and have her way with him.
Lin Yu half-held, half-hugged Gu Yue.
Facing a Gu Yue who was already showing signs of turning into a drunken mess,
Lin Yu pulled her hands out from inside his clothes while waving over a waiter to settle the bill.
After paying,
Lin Yu struggled to press the uncooperative Gu Yue down into the wheelchair.
Then he pushed her out of the restaurant.
As a staff member in an apron helped push open the heavy glass door at the entrance,
a sudden gust of cool autumn night air rushed into the shop.
Lin Yu pushed the wheelchair.
When the wind brushed against his skin,
he was startled to realize that he had broken out in a sweat at some point without even noticing.
So much so that when the wind hit him, it actually felt cold.
Pushing Gu Yue out onto the main road in front of the restaurant,
Lin Yu gave a comfortable shiver.
His original plan had been to get out of the restaurant, quickly hail a taxi, shove this drunk mess into it, and drop her off in front of the girls' dormitory, handing her over to her roommates.
But Lin Yu suddenly changed his mind.
This hotpot restaurant was the classic case of "good wine needs no bush."
It was located in a remote suburb.
Once you stepped out the door,
there was a straight asphalt road.
Vibrant green sycamore trees lined both sides of the road one after another, stretching all the way to the edge of the horizon.
Maybe it was because there wasn't all that messy light pollution like in the city,
but Lin Yu always felt that the streetlights here were especially white and bright.
Shining on the sycamore leaves by the roadside,
they made the leaves look like jade, so green they seemed translucent.
Lin Yu suddenly felt that this was a pretty nice night.
The kind that made you want to linger here a little longer.
Gu Yue had already closed her eyes, drunk by now.
Lin Yu looked at her, feeling that consulting her was a bit like playing music to a cow.
But Lin Yu said it anyway.
He asked softly:
"Are you in a hurry to get back?"
"If not, want me to push you around for a bit?"
The words had barely left his mouth when Lin Yu felt something was off.
Before,
Gu Yue's feelings and opinions mattered less than nothing to him.
What?
Don't want to take a stroll?
Then wheel yourself back on your own!
But now,
even though Gu Yue was already a drunk mess,
Lin Yu still wanted to ask for her opinion.
This was, without a doubt, caring about someone's feelings.
Though Lin Yu absolutely refused to think too deeply in that direction.
And earlier too, just now.
Lin Yu thought to himself that he had been a bit out of shape lately.
But he definitely wasn't so weak that merely getting Gu Yue into a wheelchair would tire him out enough to drench himself in sweat.
That sweat probably wasn't from exhaustion.
So it was...
Nervousness?
...
He sniffed.
Lin Yu felt his face getting warm.
He looked down at Gu Yue.
Sure enough, she had no reaction, as if she were asleep, quietly resting her closed eyes.
The bright streetlights replaced the moonlit glow that would have filled the night.
Shining on her face, they let Lin Yu see her delicate little face with absolute clarity.
Mm.
Gu Yue's face was still that face.
People always say "a girl changes eighteen times as she grows up."
Lin Yu thought that was a bit of a stretch.
Gu Yue's face didn't look any different from her senior year of high school.
Her eyes, nose, and lips were all pretty nice.
They leaned slightly toward having dimension, but not in that sculpted, Western way.
It was more of a liveliness.
The kind that told you at a glance she wasn't some shy, introverted girl.
But come to think of it,
although Gu Yue hadn't changed physically, so to speak,
Lin Yu always felt she was somehow different now.
She had become a bit more alluring.
The more you looked at her, the more you wanted to look, unable to tear your eyes away.
Could it be that the saying "a girl changes eighteen times" was actually meant for the guys to notice?
Lin Yu thought about it.
Found it possible.
Back in childhood, rolling around fighting with the girl next door in simple summer clothes, like two little crickets tussling, never felt weird.
All he cared about was how to make her surrender in defeat.
But now, as adults?
Never mind tussling.
Just catching a glimpse of those two slender, fair legs under a girl's shorts was enough to make a guy zone out for a few seconds with his mind wandering.
Lin Yu was staring at Gu Yue, lost in thought,
when Gu Yue suddenly—like that one friend who loves jumping out from behind you to scare you—
burst out laughing without the slightest warning, a snort escaping her.
Lin Yu was genuinely stunned.
But he snapped out of it quickly, glaring at Gu Yue in outrage:
"You weren't even drunk at all, were you?!"
Gu Yue raised her hand to cover her face, deeply embarrassed but still unable to stop laughing.
She didn't want to break character either!
But it's just really hard to hold it in!
When you like someone, and just being near them makes you feel satisfied and happy,
even with your eyes closed, you can still feel them watching you with an unusually serious, intense gaze.
It gives you this strange feeling—like an itch, yet not quite, something fleeting and formless.
Under those circumstances,
Gu Yue felt like she had held it together for a surprisingly long time already!
Gu Yue covered her face, too embarrassed and too busy trying to suppress her laughter to even dare look at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu watched her laugh until she was swaying, and the embarrassment and irritation in his heart quietly began to fade.
Somehow, he even felt a faint, smug sense of pride because Gu Yue's joy was connected to him.
But Lin Yu didn't just bask in the satisfaction.
He was quick to catch on.
He immediately realized that during the time Gu Yue was faking sleep, he hadn't let many telltale signs slip.
At least not as many as Gu Yue had shown!
With that thought,
Lin Yu perked right up, no longer in a hurry, looking at Gu Yue with a hint of barely visible menace in his smile and said:
"Oh-ho~"
"So someone was faking being drunk all along!"
Lin Yu mimicked some exaggerated dialect, then lowered his voice and asked:
"So that means what someone said earlier wasn't drunk talk at all~"
Gu Yue, sitting in the wheelchair, pressed her hands even tighter over her burning red face.
Her retort sounded flustered, completely lacking any confidence:
"I, I just sobered up!"
"Huh?"
"Just sobered up?"
"Really now?"
Lin Yu looked at Gu Yue's cute display of stubbornness, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing wider as he continued:
"Just a little while out here?"
"A little breeze."
"And you're instantly sober?"
"Exactly!"
Gu Yue stuck out her neck, pink in the light of the streetlamps, insisting stubbornly with all her might.
"Oh~"
"Is that so~"
"Pretty amazing, huh."
"After drinking that much."
"Sober up just like that."
"Your liver's really something."
"Metabolizes alcohol fast!"
Lin Yu piled on the sarcasm from every angle, needling Gu Yue.
But Gu Yue acted like she couldn't hear it at all—or maybe she was determined to double down on her stubbornness—and kept her face covered while nodding emphatically, declaring loudly:
"Right!"
"My family's just got naturally great livers!"
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
