Only two days had passed since their last private date.
Yet to Chi Qingshui, it felt like an eternity.
The excuses she had used to refuse him now seemed hollow and feeble to her own ears.
Especially after Lin Yu had pressed his advantage.
She found herself unable—or perhaps unwilling—to resist.
Her smooth purple nightgown crumpled under his touch, creasing again and again.
Just as Lin Yu was about to lay her down on the lower bunk of the bed,
Chi Qingshui hastily protested,
"Lin Yu, don’t… not on Little Chi’s bed!"
Little Chi was far too sharp.
If they left any traces on her bed, she would surely notice the moment she returned.
And more than that—
Chi Qingshui couldn’t bring herself to cross that line.
No matter how much she liked Lin Yu, she couldn’t just invade her little sister’s private space like this!
The thought of it disgusted her.
Lin Yu had only been teasing.
Of course he knew Big Chi would never agree.
Playing along, he glanced at the upper bunk and said,
"If we use the top bunk… things could get dangerous."
"What if it collapses? How would we explain that?"
Chi Qingshui’s cheeks burned as she tentatively suggested,
"Could we… wait until next time?"
"When you’re free, maybe we could go out somewhere… okay?"
Disappointment flickered in Lin Yu’s eyes.
"So, wife… are you rejecting me?"
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Cheater!
How could he call her "wife" at a time like this?!
And that look in his eyes…
She suddenly felt like she had done something terribly wrong.
But the room she shared with Little Chi was so small.
There wasn’t even a sofa.
Where else could they possibly—
Seeing her hesitation, her anxious indecision,
Lin Yu took decisive action, guiding her toward another option.
The moment her back touched the desk,
Chi Qingshui’s entire body tensed up.
"Lin Yu, can’t we just—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu frowned and cut in,
"What was our agreement last time? It’s just the two of us here now."
"And you’re still calling me by my full name?"
Under the heat of his gaze, Chi Qingshui bit her lip and whispered,
"…Husband."
In that instant,
It was just like their first time alone together.
That single, loaded term of endearment acted like a starting pistol—
igniting a frenzy of movement.
The desk, once a hiding place for forbidden manga,
now bore witness to something far more vivid.
What guy hadn’t fantasized about a desk scenario?
But how many could actually make one creak and groan under the strain?
Thankfully, the desk was sturdy enough
to endure an hour of shifting weight and gripping hands.
Much later,
as the temperature in the room rose—
[Ding!]
[Great Dao of Harmony! Successfully cultivated with your Dao partner, balancing yin and yang—greatly beneficial to your practice!]
[Reward: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones.]
"Shhh… shhh…"
Ten minutes after,
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui emerged from the bathroom.
With time running short, they couldn’t shower properly—
just a quick rinse to wash away the sweat.
From nine o’clock onward,
every movement from Lin Yu had left Chi Qingshui both exhilarated and terrified.
At any moment, Little Chi could burst through the door,
catching them in a scene they’d have no way to explain.
Luckily,
it was all just nerves.
Once they were dressed again,
Chi Qingshui finally let out the breath she’d been holding.
Lin Yu cupped her still-flushed face, sitting her on his lap as he pulled her into his arms.
If he just left now without another word,
he could kiss any future "new scenarios" goodbye.
"Never again!" Chi Qingshui huffed.
"Doing this in mine and Little Chi’s room… it’s too risky!"
Lin Yu feigned confusion.
"Huh? You were scared just now?"
"I thought you were enjoying yourself."
"If you were scared, then why did you—"
Before he could finish,
Chi Qingshui clapped a hand over his mouth.
She knew exactly how she’d acted earlier.
When Lin Yu’s mischievous hands began their assault again,
her palm twitched in response.
Then, with sudden determination,
she tried to clamp down and trap them.
But her face betrayed her intentions instantly.
Her grasp closed on empty air.
"Tsk, trying to murder your own husband?"
Lin Yu shot her a mock-threatening look.
Chi Qingshui, thwarted, could only vent her frustration on his hair:
"You’re the worst… always bullying me…"
After her vigorous tousling,
Lin Yu’s damp locks stuck out like a Super Saiyan’s.
He didn’t mind.
Instead, his gaze dropped meaningfully.
"Wife, if you keep rubbing my hair like that,"
"I might have to find another way to get even~"
The moment those words left his mouth,
Chi Qingshui crossed her arms defensively—
an uncharacteristic pose that mirrored Little Chi’s usual stance.
For a split second,
Lin Yu almost thought he was looking at Little Chi.
It even brought back memories of that dream where the little sister had pretended to be the big one.
Chi Qingshui, oblivious to his wandering thoughts,
quickly steered the conversation elsewhere:
"Husband—and don’t take that the wrong way!—"
"This is just part of our agreement…"
"Our study group meets this Wednesday to submit a set of warm-and-cool-tone photography assignments."
"It’s the first summer semester check-in. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"
Lin Yu answered without missing a beat: "Of course not!"
Total lie.
Summer semester assignments were a relic of his past life.
Every college break had these mini-semesters—
how was he supposed to remember which day required which homework?
But he couldn’t very well admit that to Chi Qingshui.
"Good. That new DSLR of yours… you haven’t taken a single shot with it yet, have you?"
Lin Yu nodded emphatically.
Swapping memory cards and resetting the photo counter basically made it brand new!
Chi Qingshui glanced at him, then quickly looked away.
With a hint of playful pride, she asked,
"You haven’t taken any photos, yet you’re not worried at all."
"Let me guess…"
"You already have a theme in mind?"
Her eyes and expression practically screamed:
"You’re planning to shoot me, aren’t you?"
Lin Yu grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Nothing gets past you!"
"By the way, you know I promised to help Little Chi’s club yesterday, right?"
Chi Qingshui nodded without hesitation.
Good.
It was better he’d brought it up himself.
"I figured if I help her out,"
"she won’t say no to modeling for this project—both of you, as twin subjects."
"The warm-and-cool theme would suit you two perfectly. Like…"
"One like summer, one like autumn!"
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.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
