"Professor Lin, is this... too difficult? Can you not perform it?"
Tang Yimian's words instantly threw Lin Yu off his rhythm.
The emotions and atmosphere he had just carefully built were most vulnerable to interruption.
Once pulled out of immersion, he was immediately engulfed by overwhelming awkwardness.
And the worst part...
He couldn’t act it out?
Hah.
He was a master of performance, someone who had navigated the affections of nine female friends while maintaining his "single" image.
If he could even play a mental patient, what couldn’t he do?
In an instant,
his fierce competitive spirit was reignited,
making Lin Yu wonder if he had somehow perfectly replicated a cat’s skills—
along with its combative feline nature!
"Don’t say anything outside the script... Now, take a step forward."
Though these weren’t the exact lines Tang Yimian had suggested earlier,
the commanding authority in Lin Yu’s voice was undeniable.
Snapping back into character, Tang Yimian complied, stepping forward.
"Take off your shoes. Walk over barefoot."
Tang Yimian: "!"
Take off her shoes?
Was this a crucial part of the plot?
After a brief hesitation, she obeyed,
her feet meeting the icy cold floor.
The chilling sensation shot through her, tightening her nerves even further.
As she approached Lin Yu,
her vision remained shrouded in darkness, only able to make out his silhouette leaning back in the chair.
"Kneel. I don’t like looking up at people."
The casualness of his words made defiance impossible—
or rather, she didn’t dare defy him!
"From now on, describe every step of the process in your writing style."
"If it becomes too much to bear, just say 'stop,' and I’ll end it immediately."
"Understood?"
Lin Yu maintained his arrogant tone, continuing to... adjust his senior.
Tang Yimian nodded. "Understood."
Lin Yu: "Good. Kneel."
At such close proximity,
Tang Yimian obediently lowered herself, tilting her head up:
"A cold, misty frost enveloped him like an unyielding mountain,
an insurmountable wall looming silently before me.
At his feet, all I could do was tremble."
The moment the metaphors flowed, the romantic-drama tone clicked into place.
Lin Yu abruptly stood, giving her shoulder a firm push.
"Ah—!"
Her slender frame was no match for his strength.
She fell onto her back, a gasp escaping her lips.
Before she could process what had happened,
her wrists were seized and pinned beside her head.
"Ah..."
Panic flooded her mind, leaving it blank.
She tried to sit up, but the height difference left her knees trapped beneath him, immobile.
"Lin—"
She nearly called his name but caught herself, voice quivering as she corrected:
"P-President Lin... what are you doing?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
That prey-like question sent a thrill down his spine.
Coming up with this teaching method—he was a genius.
"Who said you could stop? Keep describing."
Struggling to steady her breathing, Tang Yimian forced out the words:
"He pressed me ruthlessly against the floor, pain radiating through my back."
"Before a single whimper could escape, his grip clamped around me like icy shackles."
"I could feel it—"
"His fingers dug deeper than flesh, piercing straight into my helpless heart..."
This time,
it was Lin Yu fighting to suppress the heat rising within him.
Was this toeing the line?
No—
This was pure, overflowing talent!
Hearing the usually dignified teacher utter such words in a darkened room...
It felt like dragging a princess into the mud.
"Trying to escape? Does it hurt?"
"Dressing like this at home—weren’t you trying to catch my attention?"
"You’ve succeeded, woman."
"Is the floor cold? Too bad... tonight, you’re not getting up."
"I want... every inch of shadow on you to be mine."
With that,
Lin Yu intensified his assault.
Since he’d already given her the option to stop,
all that remained was to lose himself in the rhythm of words and sensations,
reveling in the storm of the night.
"President Lin... I didn’t! It’s not like that! Let me go—"
"..."
"Barefoot, I squirmed helplessly against the floor, struggling to rise, yet even breathing grew difficult."
"His form loomed over me completely, in the darkness—"
"I saw his eyes, brimming with hunger!"
"Like a predator fixated on its prey, devoid of warmth, of mercy."
"Let go—!"
"My voice shook. Before I could finish—"
"Ah!"
Tang Yimian cut off with a startled cry.
She felt it clearly—Lin Yu’s lips brushing against her neck.
In that moment,
an indescribable surge of emotion overwhelmed her, teeth clamping down hard.
Any pretense of creative writing shattered as her rationality nearly followed.
A mere nip at her neck had elicited such a reaction.
Aunt Qimeng had her feet, Chi Qingshui her ears.
So his senior’s weakness was her neck?
Finding her sensitive spot on the first try—what a lucky discovery.
Lin Yu showed no intention of stopping, no matter how she writhed.
His grip remained firm, just enough to keep her pinned.
To Tang Yimian,
his strength was terrifying—was this what it felt like to be at a man’s mercy?
Every resistance was like an ant trying to topple a tree,
only fueling his aggression further.
The heat of his breath against her skin was scorching, dangerous.
Like a lamb with its throat in a wolf’s jaws.
Only now did she understand true helplessness—the kind with no escape.
For the first time, she empathized with the heroines she wrote about.
Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, as if by instinct.
[Ding!]
[Masterful execution! An exceptionally effective teaching method elevates the Elder of the Transmission Hall’s literary prowess, stirring deep excitement!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the Elder of the Transmission Hall has deepened, reaching the fifth tier: "Intimate Companionship"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[...]
[Ding]
[The Elder of the Transmission Hall’s cultivation method is unique!]
[Current intimacy level has reached the threshold for "Soul Bonding" trial!]
[Now initiating the "Soul Bonding" challenge...]
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(First update of the day. Extra chapters coming later—your support is appreciated!)
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.
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
