On the edge of this freezing cold pond, Luo Jun's body was icy cold like an iron rod after he had just bathed in the water.
Lorna's fragrant kiss brought a bit of warmth to Luo Jun.
However, Luo Jun did not want to do anything outside, as it would be easy for his weakened body to be invaded by viruses. This was definitely not the time to relax. If he wanted to relax, he would need to enter the warm shelter.
Luo Jun gently pushed Lorna away. This seductive politician had an exquisite figure.
Her undergarments had been taken for washing, leaving nothing but her thermal wear, revealing the gentle curves that men desire.
At this moment, she pressed her body tightly against Luo Jun, arching her back and tilting her beautiful face upwards, truly irresistible in her tenderness.
However, Luo Jun remained rational. He could not afford to fall ill at this time, neither could she.
"Let's go rest. We need to set out early tomorrow, so we should conserve our energy," Luo Jun said.
But Lorna replied, "Those survivors will definitely recognize me. I must maintain my image. How will we establish our identities to them at that time?"
As expected of a politician, Lorna raised a question that Luo Jun had not even considered.
As she spoke, Luo Jun pondered while putting on his clothes.
Yet he could not come up with a better answer.
"They don't know I'm an assassin. You could come up with an excuse to explain my identity. This should be a routine operation for politicians like you," Luo Jun said.
Hearing this, Lorna did not get angry or make a sarcastic remark about the hypocrisy of politicians. She simply nodded and said, "If you're willing, I could say you're a special bodyguard from our military. That way, your killings would be seen as acts of justice."
Luo Jun found this arrangement quite reasonable.
"As your special bodyguard, would it also be reasonable for me to sleep with you?" Luo Jun smiled mischievously.
"They could understand that. People have desires. Since you've protected me and kept me alive, presenting myself as a female politician with a touching adventure romance would be even more moving. This could be of great significance for next year's election," Lorna said.
Hearing this, Luo Jun was slightly startled.
Evidently, she had already planned for the time after leaving the island and securing votes.
People would be highly attentive to Lorna after her recent near-death experience over the past six months. Add a romance to the story, and it would become a little episode in her election campaign, allowing her to capitalize on her advantage and win more votes.
One had to admit that her plan was quite feasible.
"But unfortunately, I'm Asian, which doesn't fit your country's situation," Luo Jun said with a cold laugh.
"We can handle your identity issue. Besides, you've never set foot in your country. You grew up and received your education and training in the United States of America."
Lorna used her excellent interpersonal skills to persuade Luo Jun.
But Luo Jun shook his head with a smile, "I did grow up in the United States of America, but my upbringing was in a traditional Chinese family environment. I have a deep sense of patriotism. Even if I wanted to help you, your opponents could accuse you of treason."
"No, the future belongs to China. We must take the path of Sino-American cooperation. I believe more rational people will see through this truth. With me in power, it would benefit your country as well. At the same time, your identity would be completely whitewashed, and you would become a heroic agent in the hearts of the American people."
Each point Lorna made was carefully thought out and stood up to scrutiny and execution.
Luo Jun felt afraid of this woman.
Though she was still stranded on the island, her mind was constantly focused on managing her political career.
She had an air of strategic planning and achieving victory from afar.
"In that case, I would have to become your husband, an Asian husband to a female president. Don't you think that would be putting me on the chopping block?" Luo Jun recognized the merits of Lorna's plan, but it was also extremely risky!
Moreover, it would thrust Luo Jun, who had lived in the shadows as an underground assassin, into the spotlight.
"If you're willing, I'm willing to be on the chopping block with you," Lorna said tenderly.
For a fleeting moment, Luo Jun had the illusion that she had developed feelings for him, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
"I..."
Before Luo Jun could utter his refusal, Lorna covered his mouth with her hand, preventing him from speaking.
"You don't need to answer me now. Answer me when we leave the island," Lorna said.
After holding Luo Jun tightly for a while, she turned and returned to the shelter.
Luo Jun stood there stunned, finally realizing why Lorna had asked him earlier if he had feelings for Li Shi.
After receiving his denial, she immediately launched her offensive to implement her plan.
For her, marriage was a political tool. As a female politician seeking to ascend to the pinnacle of power, she needed not only herself but also a formidable dark force.
And Luo Jun was precisely such a person.
She had investigated Luo Jun and knew that he was the most outstanding individual from the former American underground agent base.
If he could join her ranks, Lorna believed she would no longer be helpless and would have the ability to retaliate against Smith's attacks.
Yet Luo Jun was thinking about how to withdraw from this circle.
With a troubled mind, Luo Jun entered the shelter as well.
Although it was not yet night, Luo Jun needed to rest, so he lay down on the heated ground. Li Shi and Jenny went out to tend the fire and prepare dinner.
Lorna snuggled up to Luo Jun, using her body to keep him warm.
After all, Luo Jun was still lacking warmth after his cold water bath. Her plump body pressed tightly against him, quickly warming him up.
Lorna had not given up on her invitation to Luo Jun. She knew she had six more months to gradually make this iron-hearted man fall in love with her or at least agree to help her.
Although Luo Jun, as a man, tried his best to control himself, he was eventually overwhelmed by her tenderness after being warmed up.
Li Shi and Jenny were outside tending the fire, and upon hearing Luo Jun and Lorna's heavy breathing, they too felt a burning sensation throughout their bodies.
Li Shi was troubled and said she needed to gather some dry firewood before walking away.
Jenny knew full well that Li Shi must be feeling hurt inside, but she had no confirmed relationship with Luo Jun whatsoever – she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
And Luo Jun had his own principles. Not only did he never act improperly towards Li Shi, but he also maintained control over himself.
Therefore, Jenny was well aware that a man like Luo Jun, whose true love was something many women would never attain in their lifetime, did not have any feelings for Lorna either, even though she was currently with him. To Luo Jun, their relationship was merely one of mutual need.
He was as rational as a hunting wolf, never leaving a shred of emotion behind on Lorna.

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.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.”