Lin Xuan felt a sudden urge to flee.
He had a nagging feeling that if he continued, something was bound to happen.
But he had already put himself out there.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet.
His hand cupped Hua's chin, and he pressed his lips against her crimson ones.
As their lips met, sparks flew, igniting a fire that quickly grew out of control.
The heat between them intensified.
Teased by this enchantress of a woman, Lin Xuan—who had originally planned for a mere peck—found his breathing growing heavy.
Led by Hua, the kiss turned frantic.
Hua's soft arms unconsciously wound their way around Lin Xuan's shoulders.
The executives stared straight at the pair, clicking their tongues in amazement.
"Young Master Lin and Boss Su look absolutely ravenous for each other."
"Right, exactly. It's a shame Young Master Lin is blocking the view. We can't actually see them kissing, just their backs."
The Young Miss and Young Master Lin were both incredibly attractive.
The sight of them kissing must be a feast for the eyes.
It was just a pity they couldn't see it.
*Sigh.*
Fortunately, Lin Xuan retained a shred of reason.
Hua still needed to recover; they couldn't go any further.
Lin Xuan pulled away.
Hua's lips were glistening and vibrantly red.
"Why did Xuan come back just to seduce me?" Hua asked, forgetting the meeting was still in session as she raised a shapely eyebrow.
"Naturally, because I missed Hua," Lin Xuan replied, curling his index finger to gently scrape the bridge of her nose.
Seeing the delight in her eyes, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed he had successfully appeased Hua.
He hadn't expected her to be so easily soothed today.
Every word between Hua and Lin Xuan was transmitted clearly to the executives.
A female executive cupped her face and couldn't help but say, "Boss Su and Young Master Lin are just too sweet. It makes a forty-something like me want to go out and have a sweet romance of my own."
Of course, she was just saying that.
Finding true love was hard.
Finding a couple like Young Master Lin and Boss Su, who had been together for two years yet remained as affectionate as honeymooners, was nearly impossible. There probably wasn't a second couple like them in the world.
She was genuinely curious how their relationship remained so strong after two years.
"Exactly! They're so in love and so good-looking; I feel like I'm watching a romantic drama."
"They have to stay together forever. No one can separate them."
"Don't worry, they're locked in for life."
Meanwhile.
Lin Xuan smoothed down the hair he had just ruffled.
"Hua, I didn't eat much while I was out. Come eat with me?"
"Okay," Hua nodded.
Lin Xuan straightened up and took Hua's hand. As he prepared to leave, he suddenly noticed the computer screen.
It displayed a virtual conference room.
The executives inside were all staring intently at him and Hua.
Seeing that Lin Xuan had noticed them, the executives quickly averted their gazes, looking everywhere but at the camera.
"Boss Su is going to eat, so we should probably adjourn the meeting."
"Right, right, meeting adjourned. We should get back to work."
They hastily exited the conference.
Hua frowned slightly.
She had actually forgotten to turn off the monitor.
It was a good thing they hadn't seen anything explicit, or she would have been tempted to gouge their eyes out...
"Achoo!" The executives, still in their respective conference rooms, sneezed in unison.
They rubbed their arms.
Why did the room suddenly feel so chilly?
Lin Xuan's expression froze. "Hua, were you just in an international video conference?"
"Mn," Hua nodded. "I was still in the meeting when Xuan came over."
*Smack.*
Lin Xuan face-palmed.
"It's over."
He was going to die of embarrassment.
If he had known Hua was in an online meeting, he wouldn't have acted that way.
Next time, before doing anything similar, he would check carefully to see if anyone else was present.
Seeing the mortification on his face, a hint of amusement danced in Hua's eyes.
"Xuan doesn't need to worry. There were two other times when we were in a meeting and Xuan came over and said some very explicit things. The executives are already used to how we interact."
Lin Xuan: "..."
*Hua, please stop talking.*
Lin Xuan desperately wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
*Hole...*
The thought of crawling into a hole reminded him of the words Hua had said when he visited her at the Su Group previously.
Lin Xuan felt thoroughly uncomfortable.
Putting on a brave face, he forced a smile. "I didn't think anything of it, really. We're a couple; whatever we do is perfectly natural, isn't it?"
"I think so too," Hua said, curving her rosy lips.
"Hua, let's go downstairs. The food will get cold."
"Alright, whatever Xuan says." Hua's eyes crinkled in a smile.
She let Lin Xuan lead her by the hand downstairs.
Upon entering the dining room, she froze when she saw the food on the table.
Hadn't she ordered the servants to throw this away?
Why was it still set out?
Seeing the shock on her face, Lin Xuan smiled.
"How could I let a meal Hua cooked personally go to waste?"
Lin Xuan's reflection filled her eyes, and a warm current surged through her heart.
The current Xuan was wonderful.
It felt like a dream, giving her a sense of unreality.
This gentle, considerate Xuan was something she hadn't dared to hope for in the past.
The chef walked in, beaming.
Fortunately, Butler Wang had notified him in time to rush over, or he would have missed out on his reward.
"Young Master Lin," the chef said with a smile. "The Young Miss spent several hours making this. Please try it and see how it tastes."
Lin Xuan looked at the dishes on the table.
The presentation was actually quite good.
Hua was incredible at work, skilled in martial arts, and had even been an assassin.
Top assassins often executed missions in the wilderness where they had to cook for themselves. With those survival skills honed over time, the food Hua cooked shouldn't be bad.
It was very likely delicious.
However... if Hua knew how to cook, why did she need the chef to teach her?
Lin Xuan reconsidered; perhaps it had been a long time since she had cooked, and she was afraid she was rusty, so she asked the chef for pointers.
That was perfectly normal.
"Alright, I'll try it." Lin Xuan nodded.
Lin Xuan sat down at the table.
He picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks.
Hua felt anxious.
She didn't know if the food would suit Xuan's palate...
Lin Xuan put the beef in his mouth. He frowned, giving Hua a strange look.
Was it just this specific dish?
Lin Xuan picked up a piece of pork.
Then cucumber.
Crab. Oyster...
Lin Xuan gave up.
It seemed this wasn't a coincidence. Hua's cooking skills were, well, really not up to par.
No.
"Not up to par" was an understatement. It was practically inedible.

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?!

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.”

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?"