Lin Xuan felt a wave of relief upon hearing Luo Yuan's words.
Thank goodness he had switched rooms with Wang Dahe.
Lying sideways on the bed, Wang Dahe could sense how scantily clad the other person was.
His suspended heart finally sank.
But he wanted to hear what Wang Shiyun had to say, so he kept up the act.
"Brother Lin Xuan, yesterday at the restaurant was the first time I saw you. Do you know? I fell for you at first sight," Wang Shiyun said.
Wang Dahe clenched his fists.
"Your looks, your self-discipline, your capabilities—they all fascinate me so much, Brother Lin Xuan. I’m willing to give myself to you."
Wang Shiyun cooed, "I know you have a girlfriend, but I love you. I don’t care. As long as I can be with you, even if it’s as the other woman, I’m willing."
"Brother Lin Xuan, I’m ready. Let me belong to you tonight, okay?"
Wang Shiyun poured out her heartfelt confession.
Wang Dahe’s eyes darkened.
This Wang Shiyun wasn’t just planning to cheat—she wanted to break up Lin Xuan and CEO Su!
Veins bulged on the back of Wang Dahe’s hands.
Suppressing his fury, he lowered his voice, mimicking Lin Xuan’s tone as much as possible.
"What about Dahe?" Wang Dahe asked gruffly. "Didn’t you like him? Why are you trying to seduce me now?"
Meanwhile,
Luo Yuan’s eyes were glued to the large screen, unblinking.
This was absolutely riveting.
Neither Luo Yuan nor Lin Xuan noticed the door being pushed open.
Su Hua walked in.
Luo Yuan spotted her.
"Su—" Luo Yuan was about to greet her when a sharp glance from Su Hua silenced him.
She motioned for him to leave.
Luo Yuan: "..."
Damn. He was going to miss the rest of the drama.
Reluctantly, he stepped out, glancing back every few paces.
Undeterred, Luo Yuan scurried to Lin Xuan’s room, pressing his ear against the door to catch any sounds inside.
Lin Xuan remained oblivious to Su Hua’s arrival.
Su Hua narrowed her eyes at the screen, where Wang Shiyun was dressed provocatively. However, seeing that Lin Xuan hadn’t spared her a single glance,
the icy aura around Su Hua softened slightly.
"Ah Xuan."
Su Hua leaned down, her soft arms encircling his neck from behind.
"My Ah Xuan is so bold, daring to flirt with another woman behind my back, hmm?" Her tone was lethally calm.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Holy shit!
That was Hua’er’s voice!
What was she doing at Purple River Villa?
"Hua’er, weren’t you on a business trip?" Lin Xuan’s face stiffened.
His mind raced with one thought: he was screwed.
Sure, nothing had happened between him and Wang Shiyun, but it looked bad. And if Hua’er had stormed over in a rage,
she must have misunderstood something.
"My man is here seducing another woman. How could I possibly focus on work?" Su Hua chuckled darkly, her voice dripping with frost.
"Hua’er, let me explain. I wasn’t really seducing her—"
Lin Xuan scrambled to clarify.
Other things could slide, but anything involving another woman couldn’t be misconstrued.
"It’s like this, I just—"
Before he could finish, Su Hua sealed his lips with hers, kissing him possessively.
Ah Xuan was hers.
His eyes should only be on her.
No matter his reasons for tempting Wang Shiyun—even if he hadn’t touched her—she wouldn’t allow it.
He needed to be punished.
But she couldn’t bear to hurt her Ah Xuan, so she’d make him remember this lesson another way...
Su Hua’s teeth nipped at his lower lip, drawing blood, then she tenderly licked the crimson bead away.
Their kiss grew feverish.
Knock knock knock.
A rap at the door interrupted them.
Su Hua knew it was the villa manager delivering fresh bedding.
Reluctantly, she pulled away from Lin Xuan and went to open the door.
Her face was flushed, lips swollen and alluring.
And inside—there was a strikingly handsome man.
Holy crap!
Had CEO Su just been kissing him?
Everyone knew CEO Su had a cleanliness obsession. If she was having the bedding replaced in this room, did that mean she planned to... with him?
Damn!
Rumors said CEO Su had a boyfriend. This must be him...
"Hurry up," Su Hua ordered coldly.
"Y-yes, right away!" The manager stammered.
"Quick, change all the bedding—fastest possible!" he barked at the staff.
"Understood!"
The villa staff swiftly replaced the sheets, blankets, and pillows,
then vanished within seconds.
The manager personally shut the door behind them.
"Hua’er, listen to me—" Lin Xuan tried again once they were alone.
Su Hua cut him off once more, reclaiming his lips.
After a long moment,
Su Hua pulled back, breath uneven. "Ah Xuan, I don’t want explanations. Prove it to me—with your body. Show me I’m the only one."
Lin Xuan had one thought left:
He was doomed. His kidneys were about to stage another rebellion...
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.”
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!"
