Ambiguous actions made Luo Yao's heart flutter—a feeling only Lin Ran could evoke.
"Dog man, hold on tight."
Dog man?
Fine, in my previous life, I guess I was kind of a dog.
After a few sips of alcohol, Lin Ran began to feel lightheaded and had many things he wanted to let out.
Luo Yao's eyes narrowed slightly; she knew Lin Ran's alcohol tolerance was terrible.
Sip after sip, until the entire bottle was empty, Lin Ran was spinning around in a daze.
"Wife! You… are you upset about something? Why are you flying in the sky?"
Luo Yao stood up and effortlessly scooped him into her arms in a princess carry.
"Hehe! Wife, your strength is incredible! Are you going to compete in the Olympics? Why do I see two bunnies running in front of me?"
Placing Lin Ran on the bed in the bedroom, he twitched all over.
"Wife, I… I admit I can't handle it anymore; you’ve drained me dry!"
"We do it at least ten times a day—who can cope with that?"
Hearing Lin Ran's bold words, Luo Yao was silent for a moment.
However, being called "wife" repeatedly by Lin Ran made Luo Yao quite pleased.
Looks like getting him drunk could become a regular thing.
"Ran! Do you still like Liu Ruxue?"
Lin Ran suddenly sat up, startled.
"Liu Ruxue? Is she human or a ghost? You… are you Liu Ruxue?"
Lin Ran's gaze at Luo Yao began to blur.
Luo Yao's expression grew colder, and she thought for a moment before speaking in a coquettish voice.
"It's me, Lin Ran brother! Don't you love me anymore?" As she spoke, she reached out to steady him, fearing he might fall.
Who would have thought that Lin Ran's reaction was as though he had touched something filthy.
"Don’t touch me… I’m afraid Luo Yao won’t like me if I get dirty!"
Luo Yao?
She liked this name; in fact, she liked every term of endearment Lin Ran had for her.
"Who is Luo Yao?"
Lin Ran: "Stop touching me, stop touching me—I’ll have to wash later!"
"Luo Yao is… my wife! My master, my heaven… the person I love most."
"And also the person who loves me the most in this world!"
Luo Yao froze, unable to believe these words had come out of Lin Ran's mouth.
If he truly loved her so much, why had he never shown it before, even always seeming to despise and fear her?
Looking at Lin Ran's state, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.
Was he faking it?
Or was it the classic scenario where a man's seven parts are drunk, and his three parts are acting, till you cry?
"Ran! I’m Ruxue! Do you really not love me anymore?"
Lin Ran: "I love… I love you less than I love a dog…" After uttering these words, Lin Ran collapsed onto the bed.
Watching Lin Ran peacefully fall asleep, Luo Yao gently undressed him and covered him with a blanket with utmost tenderness.
Overwhelmed by fatigue or truly drunk, Lin Ran seemed to witness his past life.
He saw the woman who had gone mad for him.
——"Ran, I’ve caught you; I want to marry you… take me!"
"Why won’t you listen? Why don’t you want to marry me?"
"If Ran doesn’t want to be with me, then let’s go to hell together!"
"Ran, be good, a little more obedient, and you won’t be in pain."
"If you run again, I’ll kill you and take out your heart and liver to put into my body."
"Ran, don’t leave me, okay! I only have you…"
"We’re married; look, I’m wearing the wedding dress for you, beautiful, isn’t it?"
"To die together with you, how wonderful…"
"When we’re down there… will you look at me a little more…"——
The final scene froze over the two of them in a crystal coffin.
It was beautiful, truly beautiful!
The thousands of lights in the city, there was indeed one waiting for me.
This is our tomb, and it’s also our home.
It’s just that my body feels a bit uncomfortable, as if it’s about to explode.
Waking up, Lin Ran's head was throbbing, and his bladder felt as if it would burst.
In the dim moonlight, he saw a beautiful, enchanting figure repeatedly coating something.
Why did that feel like a recurring scene?
"Hmmm…"
At Lin Ran's grunt, Luo Yao's movements paused.
Whether Lin Ran’s words were true, fake, or an act, they did stabilize Luo Yao’s emotions.
Otherwise, she might have gone back into that secret room, the one where she hurt herself to calm her emotions.
She diligently applied medicine to all her wounds, not wanting to miss any.
If there were scars, Ran wouldn’t like them…
She didn’t want Lin Ran to know about these things, nor did she want to show him her scars. She wanted to try her best to be the person Lin Ran liked.
But she knew she couldn’t.
"Are you thirsty?"
Lin Ran: "Luo Yao, what are you doing?"
A cold aura suddenly enveloped him, and Lin Ran shivered.
Could it be?
"Wife! What are you doing?"
The cold aura instantly disappeared, and Lin Ran internally marveled at how this was even better than air conditioning.
Luo Yao: "Nothing! Can’t sleep!"
Lin Ran got up and went to the bathroom, while Luo Yao prepared a glass of water for him.
Returning, Lin Ran was still drowning in headache and thirst.
Luo Yao: "Drink some water."
"Have my wife feed me!"
Lin Ran’s bold statement made Luo Yao pause.
But without much hesitation, Luo Yao took a big gulp of water, held it in her mouth, and kissed him, passing the cool liquid into his mouth.
Feeling the coolness being transferred, Lin Ran’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Is that enough?"
"No!"
"Do you want more?"
"Yes!"
The entire glass of water was transferred to Lin Ran, who finally seemed satisfied.
If the lights were turned on at that moment, Lin Ran would be astonished to see Luo Yao’s slightly flushed cheeks.
But often, it’s in these dim, hazy moments that one can truly appreciate the beauty of the person in front of them.
"Wife!"
"Mmm!"
"You’re so beautiful!"
After a moment of silence: "Mmm!"
With that, Lin Ran once again drifted off into a dream, perhaps sparring with the God of Dreams.
Lying beside Lin Ran, Luo Yao also drifted into sleep.
A woman plagued by severe insomnia could only find brief rest when Lin Ran was by her side.
Only with Lin Ran could she grasp that fleeting feeling of tranquility.
If only she could, Luo Yao would use any means necessary to keep Lin Ran by her side, even if it were cruel.
Ran, when will you return to me…
The next day, Lin Ran woke up to become a vigorous young man once more.
This was one of the few opportunities for him to recover his energy after being reborn.
Today, Luo Yao did not go to the company, instead handling work at the manor.
She felt that spending her life with Lin Ran here wouldn’t be so bad.
But she knew she couldn’t; so she was now grasping every moment she could be with Lin Ran.
If she stopped moving forward, countless others would step over her body to rise.
By then, Lin Ran would likely meet a grim fate as well.
So she had to be ruthless, channeling her most authentic ruthlessness toward her enemies until no one could stand in her way.
Then, she could give all her tenderness to Lin Ran.
. 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!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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?
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.
