And so, every now and then, Su Hua would press her lips to Lin Xuan’s, claiming she was "feeding" him.
Once again, Su Hua transferred a piece of oyster into Lin Xuan’s mouth before pulling away, her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Lin Xuan had already been stirred by Su Hua’s teasing, his desires simmering beneath the surface. Suppressing the heat rising within him, he said in a hoarse voice, "Hua Bao, if you want to feed me, you can just use your hands."
There was no need to use her mouth.
He was afraid he might lose control.
"No can do," Su Hua replied, her crimson lips curving into a smirk. "I’ll need my hands later, so they should rest now. Can’t let them get tired."
Lin Xuan: "..."
Was she implying what he thought she was? Was she?
But judging by the outfit Su Hua was wearing, she must have planned to seduce him from the start.
Damn.
His kidneys were in trouble.
After dinner, as Lin Xuan moved to clear the dishes, Su Hua pulled him down onto the sofa with her.
Thump-thump-thump!
Lin Xuan’s heart pounded wildly.
His mind replayed Su Hua’s earlier words—her hands couldn’t get tired…
Su Hua’s slender, delicate fingers guided his hand to the buttons of her blouse.
"Good boy, undo them, hmm?" Her soft voice carried a bewitching allure.
"Okay." Lin Xuan’s fingers trembled as he unfastened the buttons.
The sight beneath was immediately revealed.
Lin Xuan: !!!
She was wearing that kind of black lingerie underneath?!
Teasingly sheer, barely concealing anything.
Paired with her snow-white skin, it was an intoxicating temptation.
Hell!
If this kept up, he really might get a nosebleed!
Su Hua was thoroughly pleased by his reaction, the amusement in her eyes deepening.
Her soft hands took his again, leading them to the clasp of her skirt. "A-Xuan, keep going, hmm?"
Lin Xuan could only comply, unfastening the skirt’s button before peeling away the black stockings.
Legs, glowing and impossibly long, were unveiled before him.
Lin Xuan chanted mental mantras of restraint, barely keeping his desires in check.
Until—
The skirt and blouse pooled completely on the floor.
Lin Xuan stared at the woman sprawled on the sofa, clad only in provocative lingerie. His feet rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto Su Hua, unable to look away.
His mind raced with one thought—Where did Hua Bao learn these seductive tricks…?
He couldn’t take it…
The enchantress watched her beloved man’s dazed expression, satisfaction curling in her eyes.
A-Xuan was utterly entranced by her.
Su Hua couldn’t be more grateful for her striking beauty and alluring figure—at least she could use them to please A-Xuan.
The siren stretched on the sofa, looping her arms around Lin Xuan’s neck and pulling him flush against her.
"Do you like me like this, A-Xuan?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
"Y-yes," Lin Xuan stammered, swallowing hard.
"Then enjoy me properly," she murmured with a smirk.
As their lips met again, a shadow flickered in Su Hua’s mind—the relentless messages from the "Shāng" organization, wrapping her in unease.
She had originally planned to let A-Xuan rest these days, so that when her performance came, they could indulge in bed for hours.
But… she couldn’t wait anymore.
Only by drowning with A-Xuan in desire, binding his heart and body to hers, could she suppress the gnawing dread.
"A-Xuan, you’re mine…"
"Forever."
"No matter what happens, you’ll never leave me, and I’ll never let you go."
"So be good, A-Xuan. Don’t even think about running away."
"Or I’ll have no choice but to lock you up… forever."
In a haze, Lin Xuan felt Su Hua’s lips brush his ear as she whispered those unsettling words.
Later, the two lay tangled on the bed in the lounge.
Su Hua had fallen asleep in Lin Xuan’s arms, her breathing steady.
Lin Xuan stroked her silky hair, frowning in confusion.
What’s going on?
Why did Hua Bao say those things?
And why does she suddenly think I’d leave her?
He tried to slip out of bed to ask Jiang Qing about Su Hua’s state, but the moment he shifted, Su Hua’s arms tightened around him, clinging possessively.
Resigned, Lin Xuan stayed, soon succumbing to exhaustion himself and sinking into sleep.
Su Hua awoke at some point, her eyes snapping open—sharp, dark, and filled with a violent edge.
Then she registered the warmth enveloping her.
Her gaze traveled upward, landing on Lin Xuan’s handsome face.
Instantly, her expression softened.
A-Xuan is here with me.
Her fingers traced the lines of his brows, eyes, nose, lips…
Every part of A-Xuan was crafted to her liking.
A smile tugged at her lips—
Ding.
Her phone buzzed with a new message. She picked it up, scanned the contents, and her smile froze.
Shāng again.
Her eyes turned stormy.
I won’t let them ruin what A-Xuan and I have.
She inhaled deeply, forcing down the fury, but her gaze on Lin Xuan burned with raw possessiveness.
"A-Xuan, you’re mine."
"Mine…"
Her fingertips lingered on his face as she repeated the words like a mantra.
"President Su."
Jiang Qing hurried into the office, clutching an envelope.
Finding the room empty but Lin Xuan still present, she knew Su Hua must be with him in the lounge.
Normally, Jiang Qing would never dare interrupt their private moments—that was practically asking for death.
But this involved "Shāng," and Su Hua took that name very seriously. Jiang Qing couldn’t delay.
She dialed Su Hua’s number.
"What is it?" Su Hua’s voice was ice.
"President Su, I’ve received an envelope… marked with the character ‘Shāng.’"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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.
