Su Hua gazed at Lin Xuan's eyes, which were filled with exhaustion, and gently traced her fingers over his brows.
As if reading his thoughts, Su Hua reassured him, "A-Xuan, have you ever heard the saying, 'The ox may tire, but the land never wears out'?"
"So, A-Xuan, don’t be so glum, alright?"
Hearing this, Lin Xuan only grew more frustrated.
Truth be told, over the past few days, there had been plenty of times when Su Hua had taken the lead…
And she had danced so many times—those dances must have drained a fair amount of her energy too.
"A-Xuan, do you know why I practice dancing?" Su Hua curved her lips into a playful smile.
Lin Xuan shot her a resentful look.
What else could the reason be?
Wasn’t it just to lure him into bed? Combined with those specially purchased outfits, she had practically bewitched him over the past seven days, leaving him utterly spellbound.
"To seduce me," Lin Xuan stated firmly.
Su Hua rested her chin on his chest and grinned. "That’s one reason, but there’s actually another."
Lin Xuan frowned in confusion.
What other reason could there be for dancing besides seducing him?
"It’s because…" Su Hua arched a brow, "dancing makes my body more flexible. That way, we can try out more positions."
Lin Xuan: "…"
Still related to the bedroom.
He strongly suspected that Su Hua’s mind was filled with nothing but indecent thoughts.
Absolutely!
"A-Xuan, don’t you think my flexibility has improved these past few days?" Su Hua teased.
"Hua Bao, I’m really tired now, and you must be too. Let’s just sleep," Lin Xuan quickly interjected.
Su Hua seemed to be getting more energetic the longer they talked.
He had to cut it off now.
Otherwise, if she tempted him into another round, he’d have no strength left to keep up—and then he’d really lose face.
Seeing the exhaustion in Lin Xuan’s eyes, Su Hua didn’t press further and nodded. "Alright."
With that, she wrapped her arms around Lin Xuan’s waist, and the two drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Even after nearly ten hours of sleep, Lin Xuan still hadn’t fully recovered—dark circles were clearly visible under his eyes.
When he got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face, he noticed Su Hua was still in bed.
He was surprised.
What was going on?
Normally, Su Hua woke up earlier than him. Yet now, she was still asleep…
Worried, Lin Xuan pressed a hand to her forehead and checked her pulse.
Only after confirming she was fine did he relax.
Gazing at her serene sleeping face, he couldn’t help but wonder—
Had Su Hua been pushing herself too hard these past seven days just to save face? Now, she was finally catching up on rest.
The thought eased his frustration a little.
Not wanting to disturb her, Lin Xuan quietly slipped out of the bedroom.
Once the door closed, Su Hua opened her eyes—there wasn’t a trace of drowsiness in them.
She had been pretending to sleep.
She needed Lin Xuan to believe she couldn’t keep up with him. If his pride took a hit and he refused to indulge her next time, what would she do?
Su Hua had no intention of going downstairs yet and stayed curled up in bed.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan staggered weakly downstairs, the dark circles under his eyes a clear testament to his overindulgence.
When Butler Wang saw Lin Xuan enter the dining room, he expertly served him a bowl of nourishing tonic soup.
"Young Master Lin, I prepared this revitalizing soup for you early this morning," Butler Wang said with a knowing smile.
The moment he saw the young lady hiring an online makeup artist, he knew she planned to keep Young Master Lin busy in bed for a long time.
He had started brewing the tonic the very next day.
But to his surprise, Lin Xuan never came downstairs.
Day three, day four… day seven—he made the soup every day, waiting in vain.
Finally, on the eighth day, Young Master Lin emerged.
A full seven days and nights in the bedroom with the young lady—impressive, truly impressive.
"Thanks."
Lin Xuan took the bowl and downed it in one go, leaving not a single drop.
"By the way, Butler Wang," Lin Xuan asked, "how’s it going with your sweetheart?"
Butler Wang scratched his head and chuckled. "It’s going well! We’re officially dating now. Marriage shouldn’t be too far off."
Lin Xuan frowned.
Though he had never asked for details about the woman, and Butler Wang had never said anything negative about her…
Something about her just felt unreliable.
But then again, men’s intuition wasn’t exactly trustworthy. Maybe he was overthinking it.
Butler Wang was sharp—surely he wouldn’t be fooled.
Lin Xuan began eating his lunch.
"Young Master Lin, where’s the young lady?" Butler Wang inquired.
Lin Xuan replied, "Hua Bao’s still asleep."
Butler Wang grinned. "Well done, Young Master Lin. You’ve made great progress this time."
"Mhm." Lin Xuan smirked and nodded.
But his triumph wouldn’t last. Once Su Hua resumed her workouts, he’d be back to losing.
"Young Master Lin, enjoy your meal. I’ll go attend to other matters," Butler Wang said.
"Alright."
Lin Xuan piled his plate with oysters.
After seven days and nights, his kidneys had suffered—he needed all the replenishment he could get.
After finishing his meal and changing into casual clothes, Lin Xuan prepared to leave.
"Young Master Lin, where are you off to?" Butler Wang asked.
"Somewhere to hide from Hua Bao," Lin Xuan blurted out.
The moment the words left his mouth, his expression froze.
Why had he said that out loud?
"Uh, Butler Wang, I misspoke. I’m just heading to the company to handle some urgent matters," Lin Xuan corrected.
Butler Wang flashed a knowing smile. "No need to explain, Young Master Lin. I understand."
Lin Xuan: "…"
Could you please not understand?
Butler Wang chuckled. "Don’t worry, Young Master Lin. When the young lady wakes up, I’ll tell her you’re at the company dealing with important business."
The young master needed time to rest and recover—only then could he keep up with the young lady’s demands. Wasn’t that the most urgent matter of all?
"Fine."
Lin Xuan gave up arguing. Butler Wang had been brewing tonics for him every day—he already knew Lin Xuan often ended up at a disadvantage in bed.
Sigh.
What could he do? Su Hua was the favored heroine, a wealthy heiress.
In those domineering CEO romance novels, it was always the male lead who couldn’t keep his hands off the female lead.
But in his case? The roles were completely reversed.
With another sigh, Lin Xuan left the Night Garden.
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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?"
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.”
