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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
