Hearing the message on his phone, Lin Yu felt an inexplicable sting in his nose...
Success!
The stubborn little academic genius had finally opened her heart completely!
Lin Yu casually tossed his phone aside, watching as it vanished into thin air mid-flight.
He turned and strode back with purpose.
At that moment.
Chi Qingshui stood by the dining table, phone in hand.
Tearfully staring at the screen, she then lifted her gaze with a pitiful pout.
Her eyes met Lin Yu’s as he hurried down the hallway straight toward her.
"Lin Yu, I—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu pulled her into a tight embrace.
In that instant,
Chi Qingshui felt a peace like never before.
All hesitation melted away.
She clung to Lin Yu with equal fervor, returning his warmth.
Lin Yu didn’t push for anything more.
They simply held each other, savoring the moment.
The embrace lasted so long, time itself seemed to blur.
When Lin Yu finally loosened his arms, the scene around them had shifted—
Now they stood on a rain-drenched alleyway, hand in hand,
Their footsteps echoing on moonlit cobblestones.
Streetlamps cast hazy halos of warm light.
A scene so dreamlike, it could only exist in fantasies.
A girl’s mood really does change fast!
Noticing Chi Qingshui’s thin clothing, Lin Yu’s mind raced...
"Qingshui, you might catch a cold like this."
"How about we find somewhere warm to rest for a while?"
"Together."
As he spoke,
His gaze drifted unconsciously toward his petite girlfriend.
Legs so slender they seemed to glow,
A waist so tiny he’d easily encircled it with his arms earlier.
Though her face and figure were identical to Little Chi’s,
Standing beside her now felt entirely different.
Was it her aura?
Who knew.
In his past life, he’d been a fool—blind to such a delicate treasure by his side.
But in this life?
He’d treasure her properly!
Watching Chi Qingshui’s hesitant expression,
Lin Yu exaggeratedly rubbed his hands and arms, pretending to shiver.
In dreams,
Everyone’s guard drops instinctively.
If he couldn’t even charm his girlfriend here,
Reality stood no chance.
Outwardly, his "I’m freezing" act was flawless.
Internally?
Hold it together—don’t laugh yet!
Sure enough,
Chi Qingshui’s expression softened.
She glanced at the medicinal patch on her wrist,
Still radiating comforting warmth.
"Okay... let’s find somewhere warm."
"But Lin Yu... we can’t... not today..."
Lin Yu took her hand, cradling it in his.
"I know what you mean. Don’t worry—just resting, warming up."
"I won’t overstep without your consent."
Chi Qingshui met his earnest gaze, instantly understanding. Her eyes darted away with a flustered nod.
This time, her shifting emotions reshaped the dreamscape.
They materialized in a cramped, dated motel room,
Furnished with just a single bed.
His frugal little girlfriend...
Even in dreams, she couldn’t splurge on a decent hotel?
Modern youth weren’t all this strapped!
Clearly, those dramas she watched had stunted her imagination.
Maybe he should flood her with CEO romance clips to broaden her horizons.
"Let me dry your hair?"
Chi Qingshui produced a vintage silver-and-black hairdryer—
The kind Lin Yu half-expected might shoot sparks.
Still,
He wouldn’t pass up this domestic bliss.
Warm air flowed gently as her cool fingertips occasionally brushed his skin.
An intoxicating contrast...
Suddenly—
Lin Yu’s chest tightened.
What... what was this?
A foreboding sense of impending absurdity?
Right on cue—
CRASH!
A speeding truck plowed through the window,
Sending Lin Yu airborne.
Mid-flight, he clearly saw "Da Yun" emblazoned on the grille.
Chi Qingshui’s scream echoed:
"No—!"
Seconds later,
Lin Yu jolted awake in his bedroom.
Gazing at the empty room, the phantom pain faded.
He let out a dry chuckle.
Heh.
Damn it.
Some tragedies were too stupid for words.
Forced dramatic endings? Fine.
But at least make it plausible!
Reborn after dying between a woman’s thighs,
Only to get truck-kun’d in a dream?
After five full minutes of stunned silence,
Lin Yu flopped back down.
Whatever.
The groundwork was laid.
Not sealing the deal at the motel preserved his gentlemanly image.
What dreams left unfinished...
Reality would handle.
The night was long, and sweet dreams came in batches.
He still had a mountain rendezvous with his antique-loving senior.
Guess the fire stoked by his girlfriend...
Would be quenched by Tang Yimian instead.
With her sleep-enhancing presence,
Lin Yu slipped effortlessly back into dreams.
"Hey, dumbass Lin Yu! What’s your game?"
"You promised photos! The sun’s setting, and you drag me to this sketchy park grotto?"
"And—why are you eyeing me like that? You creep!"
Before the dreamscape fully materialized,
Shen Buyao’s sharp voice pierced through.
When his vision cleared,
Lin Yu froze, breath catching.
There she stood—ethereal in flowing red-and-white robes,
The breeze lifting a corner like drifting clouds at sunset.
The inner gown burned crimson, pure as captured twilight.
The outer sheer gauze shimmered with silver-cloud embroidery.
In her hand rested an ancient sword engraved:
"Purple Green Sword."
This...
This was the iconic attire of the Goddess of Twilight.
On Shen Buyao, it looked tailor-made.
As if the heavens had woven it just for her.
Unless today’s plan was...
Defiling a celestial being atop this fake mountain!
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!"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
