"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded.
He picked up a banana, peeled it, and held it to the woman’s crimson lips.
Su Hua leaned in, eating the fruit from his hand.
It seemed she genuinely just wanted the banana—nothing more.
He really had been corrupted by Su Hua’s teasing. She was simply eating a banana, yet his mind had wandered somewhere far less innocent.
Once Su Hua finished the banana, Lin Xuan tossed the peel into the trash.
"Hua Bao, since you’re done with the fruit, there should be milk in the fridge. Let me pour you a glass."
He stood up, ready to leave.
He needed to cool off.
But Su Hua caught his wrist, pulling him back onto the couch.
Then, in one fluid motion, she pinned him between herself and the sofa—her version of a "wall slam."
"Ah Xuan, I don’t want milk," Su Hua murmured, her voice soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the icy tone she used with others.
She tilted her head, her lips curling. "So there’s no need for you to get me any."
"Then… do you want more fruit? I can get you some," Lin Xuan offered.
"Ah Xuan," she mused, arching a delicate brow, "does that mean you’ll get me anything I want?"
Lin Xuan had the distinct feeling he was walking into a trap.
But at this point, he couldn’t exactly refuse.
"...Yes," he conceded, bracing himself.
"Ah Xuan is so obedient," Su Hua purred, her fingers tracing the contours of his face.
Then, leaning close, her breath warm against his ear, she whispered, "What do I want to eat? You, my Ah Xuan."
Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, gliding over his chest.
"And earlier, you couldn’t take your eyes off me. What were you thinking about, hmm?"
Lin Xuan: "..."
So he hadn’t imagined it. She’d been teasing him on purpose—absolutely on purpose.
"Were you thinking about me eating…?" Su Hua continued, her words dissolving into a hushed, intimate murmur meant only for him.
Hearing her say it so shamelessly, Lin Xuan—a grown man—felt his face burn crimson.
Damn it!
This was completely backwards!
In those domineering CEO romance novels, it was always the male lead who took charge, with the female lead playing the sweet, submissive role. But here? The roles were entirely reversed.
Su Hua chuckled low in her throat. "So Ah Xuan really was thinking about that. Well, as your girlfriend, it’s only right that I satisfy you properly."
"Just lie back and enjoy, alright?"
Like a seductive enchantress, she coiled around him, drawing him deeper into her spell.
The air between them grew thick, heated—
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Yundu Central First Hospital.
Lin Chang had dragged Lin Li in for an examination.
Lin Li’s face was pale. He hadn’t wanted to come, but Lin Chang’s insistence left him no choice.
"Doctor, please check my son’s… fertility," Lin Chang urged anxiously.
The doctor blinked, glancing between them. "Sir, are you sure this is the right test? Or the right patient?" He studied Lin Li. "He looks to be in his early twenties—probably not even married yet. Why would fertility be a concern?"
Aside from his pallor, the young man seemed perfectly healthy.
"No mistake. Just proceed with the exam," Lin Chang insisted.
Lin Li’s mind raced.
What could he do?
How could he get the doctor to cover for him?
Then it hit him.
Bribery.
People were motivated by profit. If he offered enough money, the doctor would surely comply.
Once they were alone in the examination room, Lin Li seized his chance.
He checked the room—no one else was there—then grabbed the doctor’s arm.
"Young man, what’s this about?" the doctor asked, bewildered.
"Doctor," Lin Li whispered urgently, "can you just tell them I’m completely healthy?"
The doctor’s eyes widened.
So there really was a problem?
Kids these days…
He shook his head. "I can’t lie. That’s against my principles."
"Ten thousand. I’ll give you ten thousand to keep it quiet," Lin Li bargained.
The doctor scoffed. "Trying to bribe me? I stand by my ethics."
"Then twenty thousand!"
No reaction.
"Fifty thousand!"
The doctor closed his eyes, feigning indifference.
Lin Li clenched his fists.
Fifty thousand wasn’t enough?
Greedy bastard.
But he was desperate.
"One million," he hissed. "One million, just for one little lie."
The doctor cracked one eye open.
One million was… substantial.
But still, his integrity—
Before he could respond, the door burst open.
"Lin Li!"
A furious roar echoed through the room.
Lin Li froze.
His father.
How long had he been standing there?
Had he heard everything?
Sweat beaded on Lin Li’s palms.
Slowly, he turned, forcing a weak smile.
"Dad, the doctor was just about to start the exam. Why are you—?"
Lin Chang didn’t answer. His expression was thunderous.
Lin Li couldn’t meet his gaze, his fists trembling at his sides.
Then—
SMACK!
Lin Chang’s palm struck Lin Li’s face with brutal force, leaving a vivid red mark.
Jiang Shuqin, who had just arrived, gasped and rushed forward.
"Lin Chang! How could you hit him?!" she shrieked, cradling Lin Li’s face.
Lin Chang’s finger jabbed toward his son. "Ask him what he’s done!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!"
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.”
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?"
