The temperature in the back seat of the car kept rising.
A woman pinned a man beneath her, kissing him wantonly.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes clouded with desire.
Lin Xuan could feel the petite woman atop him growing increasingly feverish.
He worried Su Hua might actually go all the way in the car...
Hastily, he reminded her, "Hua Bao, we’ll be home soon. Let’s get ready to get out of the car."
Su Hua’s breathing was ragged, her voice slightly hoarse as she murmured, "Ah Xuan, it’s been so long since we’ve done it in the car. How about today we..."
Before she could finish, Lin Xuan cut her off. "Hua Bao, your body hasn’t fully recovered yet. We’ll have to wait a little longer before we can do something like that."
Su Hua pressed her lips together.
This injury was really getting in the way.
At this moment, she felt immensely relieved that she had only slammed her wound against the table twice.
Otherwise, she’d have to endure an even longer period of abstinence.
Seeing Su Hua frustrated over this matter, Lin Xuan couldn’t help but feel amused.
The car had already entered Ye Garden, and the driver had discreetly slipped out without disturbing the two in the back seat.
Lin Xuan glanced at the scenery outside the window and said, "Hua Bao, we’re at Ye Garden. Let’s get out first."
Just as he sat up from the back seat, Su Hua pushed him down again.
"Ah Xuan, are you holding back? Does it feel unbearable?"
Su Hua’s slender, delicate fingers slipped under Lin Xuan’s clothes, tracing his chest with teasing provocation.
She had read that if men held back for too long, they might seek release with other women.
She had been injured for over a month now.
Ah Xuan had been restraining himself all this time.
Even if he would never consider finding another woman, what if... he ended up harming himself from the pent-up frustration?
Lin Xuan’s body tensed. He had already calmed down, but Su Hua’s deliberate teasing—especially targeting his sensitive spots—was impossible to resist.
Su Hua’s fingertips trailed up his chest, finally resting on his lips. "Ah Xuan, do you need me to help you relieve it?"
Lin Xuan gripped her wrist, his voice strained. "Hua Bao, your body isn’t ready yet. Be good."
Su Hua chuckled softly. "Ah Xuan, have you forgotten? There are other ways I can help you."
Lin Xuan: "..."
"Listen to me. Don’t hold back—I still need it in the future."
Su Hua continued her seduction.
By now, she knew Lin Xuan’s body intimately. Having spent so much time with him in bed, her techniques were masterful.
Soon, Lin Xuan was completely ensnared in the web of desire she wove around him.
Su Hua watched him with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
She loved seeing Ah Xuan lose himself because of her.
An hour later,
The driver returned, intending to close the car door, only to notice the vehicle still faintly trembling.
He froze, glancing at his watch.
An entire hour, and they were still at it.
Miss Su and Young Master Lin were truly something else.
Not wanting to disturb them, he quietly retreated.
Inside the car, the air was thick with a sweet, lingering scent.
Su Hua lay sprawled over Lin Xuan, both of them drenched in sweat.
"Ah Xuan, did I take good care of you?" the stunning woman purred, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
Lin Xuan glanced at Su Hua’s reddened lips, coughed lightly, and quickly averted his gaze.
"It was... acceptable," he muttered awkwardly.
Originally, she had only used her hands, but then—inexplicably—she had suggested another method to help him...
"But Ah Xuan, even though you’re satisfied, I’m still feeling restless," Su Hua complained, her tone laced with resentment.
If only her injury had fully healed.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have let him off so easily.
Lin Xuan, on the other hand, was secretly relieved.
If Su Hua’s body had been fully recovered, today’s session in the car wouldn’t have ended in just an hour.
As if reading his thoughts, Su Hua pressed her lips against his ear and whispered, "Once I’m better, Ah Xuan won’t be able to escape."
A single thought flashed through Lin Xuan’s mind:
If Hua Bao had been holding back this long, once she recovered, his kidneys might just abandon him...
Su Hua noticed the look of impending doom on Lin Xuan’s face and smiled faintly.
Ah Xuan really was too good at pretending to be proper.
Even though he clearly enjoyed their intimate moments, he always acted as if he was being reluctantly dragged into it.
"I’m exhausted now. Ah Xuan, carry me back, okay?" Su Hua’s voice took on a coquettish tone.
"Alright," Lin Xuan agreed, scooping her up and stepping out of the car.
Instead of heading straight to the bedroom, they settled on the sofa to watch TV.
At one point, Lin Xuan excused himself to the restroom.
Butler Wang couldn’t resist his curiosity and asked, "Miss, it’s been so long. Why haven’t you and Young Master Lin had a child yet?"
Su Hua cast him a cool glance. "What’s the point of having a child? Just to become a third wheel between me and Ah Xuan?"
She adored the way Ah Xuan’s attention was entirely focused on her.
If they had a child, even if he still loved her, his focus would inevitably shift somewhat toward their offspring.
And since it would be their own child, she couldn’t exactly do anything about it.
Hah. Allowing someone else to steal Ah Xuan’s affection? She would never permit it.
Besides, she had heard that childbirth could ruin a woman’s figure. Ah Xuan loved her body just the way it was—she wouldn’t risk even the slightest imperfection.
What if he started finding her unattractive?
Butler Wang nodded knowingly.
So this was why Miss had been delaying having a child with Young Master Lin!
She was far too possessive of him.
She would never allow anyone to come between them—not even their own flesh and blood.
"Miss, you might want to prepare yourself," Butler Wang advised. "Even if you don’t want a child now, you’ll have to eventually. I can tell Young Master Lin wants one."
Right now, their relationship was strong.
But if Miss continued refusing to bear a child, over time, Young Master Lin might grow resentful. That wouldn’t bode well for their future.
Su Hua’s expression darkened at his words.
Ah Xuan had once mentioned how much he looked forward to having a child together...
When Lin Xuan returned from the restroom, he noticed Su Hua’s subdued mood and asked, "Hua Bao, Butler Wang, what were you two discussing?"
Butler Wang replied respectfully, "Nothing important. I was just asking Miss about Old Master Su’s current health."
Lin Xuan frowned.
In his past life, he remembered Old Master Su passing away from illness three years later.
Perhaps he should find time to examine the old man’s condition properly.
Old Master Su had always treated him well, and he was Su Hua’s grandfather—Lin Xuan didn’t want anything to happen to him.
"Don’t worry, Hua Bao. Grandpa will live a long, healthy life," Lin Xuan reassured her.
"Mmm," Su Hua responded absentmindedly.
She leaned against Lin Xuan’s shoulder, her voice soft as she asked, "Ah Xuan... what do you think about us having a child?"

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.

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.”

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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?"