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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
