Pushing open the gate and stepping back into this place, Hu Yuying suddenly felt as if she had returned to the rented courtyard she once lived in at Haibay City.
It was quiet, just like every time she came home from school.
Except this courtyard was bigger, and now Long Aotian was by her side.
As the lights flickered on, the yard brightened considerably.
Hu Yuying used the illumination to avoid the tools carelessly left behind by workers and made her way to Long Aotian.
Now it was just the two of them—only them.
Seeing Hu Yuying approach, Long Aotian pulled her into an affectionate embrace.
After spending the day together, their relationship had progressed quickly.
With mutual affection, the thin barrier between them had already been broken, and their feelings naturally deepened like water flowing smoothly downstream.
The key was that Hu Yuying didn’t mind the intimate contact with Long Aotian.
Nestled in his arms, Hu Yuying’s bright eyes held a trace of barely noticeable shyness as she whispered softly, "Boyfriend, I’m so tired… Can I soak my feet?"
Hearing this, Long Aotian stiffened abruptly—a reaction Hu Yuying clearly noticed, making the smile at the corners of her eyes deepen.
"What did you call me?" Long Aotian looked down at the petite girl in his arms, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
"Boyfriend…" Hu Yuying murmured, her cheeks flushing red.
A faint shyness lingered on her face, carrying an indescribable charm—a blend of girlish bashfulness and purity. If happiness had stages, then at this moment, on this night, it had undoubtedly reached its peak.
Stealing a glance at Long Aotian, she bit her lip lightly. "Boyfriend, can you… mmph—"
Before she could finish, her lips were enveloped by the familiar warmth unique to Long Aotian.
The hand that had been resting on her shoulder slid silently to her waist, and before she could react, his strong arms lifted her effortlessly.
A soft gasp escaped her as her feet left the ground, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck before closing her eyes, willingly surrendering to his mix of dominance and tenderness.
She loved being kissed by him—so gentle, yet occasionally just a little forceful…
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Outside the alley, two figures crouched in the shadows, whispering among themselves.
"Why aren’t they coming out yet?" Xue Shaohua frowned, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the tightly shut gate, his fists already itching for action.
Ye Liangchen slowly closed his eyes, his hands clenched into tight fists.
Back in Haibay City, he had once seen Long Aotian wearing Hu Yuying’s pajamas at her rented place. Though he hadn’t witnessed what happened, his 28-year-old soul could easily guess.
Now, after being inside for so long, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing. "Damn Long Aotian, Hu Yuying’s body is delicate—you better be gentle with her!"
At the same time, jealousy raged within him. She had once been his treasure—the word itself enough to show how important she was to him.
Yet now, the girl he had longed for day and night was lying in another man’s bed.
Rage burned in his heart. If he could, he would charge in right now, shove Long Aotian aside, and take his place!
A sense of humiliation rose uncontrollably. "Just wait—later, I’m going to smash your damn ‘tool’ to pieces. Hope you don’t scream too loud, because I won’t hold back!"
——
Meanwhile, inside…
Hu Yuying gasped lightly for air, the sensation of having her breath stolen leaving her both breathless and addicted.
Her arms clung tightly to Long Aotian’s neck, her face pressed against his chest, her lips and ears filled with his scent—so overwhelming it felt like her heart was being buried under it.
Long Aotian rested his chin gently atop her hair, feeling her soft panting against his neck and chest, and instinctively held her even closer. "This is perfect."
——
Inside the room, only a small lamp cast its dim glow.
Hu Yuying sat on the folding bed, slipping off her shoes to reveal delicate, fair feet, their tiny toes trembling slightly—perhaps from nervousness or shyness.
She stole a glance at Long Aotian before quickly looking away.
Long Aotian noticed her gaze. Those mesmerizing feet were right in front of him, and though he longed to play with them, he restrained himself.
This feeling was entirely different from before—warm and fulfilling, like finally having a home.
He was the newlywed husband, and this easily flustered woman before him was his bride.
Was it awkward? A little. But mostly, it was warmth.
They were drawn to each other, needing one another. Maybe such words were too absolute, but on a night like this, it was undeniably true.
"L-Long Aotian…" Hu Yuying called out softly, the blush on her face spreading as she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze. "D-Don’t you… want to play with them?"
The moment the words left her lips, shame prickled at every inch of her heart.
She truly didn’t understand what was so appealing about her feet, but Long Aotian liked them, and now that she was his girlfriend, she could let him indulge openly—no more pretending her feet hurt.
The next second, her body shuddered, her petite frame swaying slightly as she lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
A strange, electric tingle shot through her, forcing her to cover her mouth with her small hand.
The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears and neck.
It felt… a little good. She had moaned without meaning to. One glance at Long Aotian, and the embarrassment was unbearable…
Her pure, untouched body had never experienced such sensations before, so even the slightest touch sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure through her.
This feeling was different from when Qingxue or Wan Ning massaged her…
Long Aotian watched as Hu Yuying lost herself in the moment—her face flushed, her breathing uneven, her eyes hazy with desire. Swallowing hard, he reluctantly lifted his hand from her slender, beautiful legs.
Without realizing it, his fingers had already wandered dangerously close to her thighs. Just a little higher, and things might have escalated beyond control.
After straightening her disheveled clothes, Long Aotian took a deep breath. "I’ll take you home soon."
Hu Yuying bit her lip, her misty eyes filled with unspoken words as she looked at him…
[Edited—some descriptions removed, but it shouldn’t affect readability. Hope it doesn’t disrupt the experience for readers…]
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
