After hanging up the video call,
Hu Yuying returned the phone to Long Aotian and whined while tattling, "Now even Wan Ning knows about it..."
"I’ll tickle Qingxue mercilessly when I see her this afternoon..."
Clenching her little fists with an expression that suggested Qingxue wouldn’t escape her grasp, she made Long Aotian unable to resist pinching her cheeks with both hands.
"Hu Yuying, were you raised on cuteness?"
Hearing this and seeing the undisguised affection in Long Aotian’s eyes, Hu Yuying’s damp eyes flickered slightly. "No, I was raised on food..."
Before she could finish, Long Aotian captured her lips.
She struggled symbolically for a moment before letting him have his way.
Suddenly, she sniffed the air and opened her eyes, then began pounding on Long Aotian’s chest. "Mmm... food... my food..."
Ignoring the lingering strand of saliva on her slightly reddened lips, Hu Yuying hurriedly stirred the ingredients in the pan.
"Phew, just in time..." She heaved a huge sigh of relief, seeing that she had managed to salvage the dish.
"It smells amazing."
Hu Yuying pouted and pinched Long Aotian’s waist lightly—this troublemaker had almost ruined the entire meal.
Long Aotian grabbed her hand and grinned, stealing another quick kiss on the corner of her lips before she could react.
"Long—"
Before she could speak, he kissed her again.
"You... mmm..."
"I... mmm..."
"..."
In the end, Hu Yuying’s face flushed crimson as she pressed her lips tightly together, refusing to say another word.
Mwah!
Hu Yuying whined, "I didn’t even say anything this time, and you still kissed me." She pretended to be unwilling, but after saying this, she closed her eyes slightly.
After waiting a moment without feeling the warmth of his lips, she peeked one eye open—only to see the annoying Long Aotian grinning at her.
"Why did you close your eyes? Were you waiting for me to kiss you? You’re such a tsundere little woman..."
His teasing made her already flushed face turn even redder.
Knowing he was deliberately making fun of her, she decided to go all out.
"Kiss you!"
With that, she grabbed his collar, pulled him toward her, and planted a loud mwah on his lips.
In the end,
the two sat before a slightly burnt dish, sharing a knowing smile.
"It’s all Long Aotian’s fault."
"Really? I wonder who was the one who started kissing without warning..."
Before he could finish, Hu Yuying covered his mouth. "You’re the worst, Long Aotian! Don’t say another word..."
"Or else I won’t let you eat the food."
"I can fill up on just rice."
Hu Yuying stomped her foot in frustration, then her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Then I won’t sleep with you tonight."
"Fine, I’ll stop talking," Long Aotian leaned in closer. "Now you’re using bedtime to threaten me..."
His breath tickled her ear, making her body go weak.
"You’re so annoying~" Her feigned resistance crumbled instantly under his nibbling.
After dinner and cleaning up, they left the courtyard together.
"My class ends at 8:30 PM. Will that conflict with your schedule?" Hu Yuying hugged Long Aotian’s waist from behind and whispered.
"No conflict. The moment you step out of University A, you’ll see me."
After his training session at University T, he only had one lecture from 5 to 6 PM, so there was no overlap.
"Remember to make some ginger tea when you get back to the dorm. I’ll buy you a thermos later..."
"I know," she giggled. "You treat me like I’m helpless. I’m only really tired on the first day—I’m fine by the second."
Since they were like family now, talking about such topics didn’t feel awkward at all.
Soon, they arrived at the gates of University A.
Hu Yuying got off the bike, took off her helmet, and handed it to Long Aotian.
After glancing around, she quickly pecked his cheek. "Bye, Long Aotian! Ride safely." Then she hurried toward the campus.
She didn’t dare look back—if she did, he’d see how flustered she was.
But she couldn’t resist stealing one last glance to see if he had left.
He hadn’t.
So she turned around and waved at him enthusiastically.
Back in the dorm, Hu Yuying obediently made herself a cup of ginger tea and changed her underwear.
Once freshened up, she received a message from her roommate on QQ.
Grabbing her things, she left the dorm.
When she arrived at the classroom and saw her roommate waving, she smiled and headed toward the saved seat.
Snap!
A pen snapped in half. Xue Shaohua’s lips trembled as he stared at Hu Yuying’s pale face, his heart aching with indescribable bitterness.
Damn it, how many times did they do it to make her this weak? This is insane!
At that moment, he really wanted to ask Hu Yuying if she had ever considered his feelings—if she knew how much he worried about her, how he hadn’t slept a wink last night.
But he held back.
Because last night, he and Ye Liangchen had agreed to keep Long Aotian away from Hu Yuying as much as possible, with Shen Mengjie’s help.
They would also gather more evidence of Long Aotian’s infidelity, enough to expose him as a scumbag. Surely Hu Yuying wouldn’t forgive him then.
Not just her—Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning would also see through that bastard Long Aotian!
They couldn’t let Long Aotian have another chance to sleep with Hu Yuying.
Absolutely not...
No one could truly understand Xue Shaohua’s feelings.
Faced with a girl he had fallen for at first sight,
a girl whose mere smile made his heart race like a startled deer,
a girl who embodied gentleness, kindness, innocence, and beauty—
he was utterly smitten.
The power of his "white moonlight" was beyond anyone’s imagination.
Sometimes, Xue Shaohua thought about giving up, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t bear to watch the flawless, irreplaceable girl of his dreams share a bed with another man.
Jealousy consumed him. Why isn’t it me? If it were me, I’d never exhaust her like this...
The thought alone made his heart feel like it was being clawed at by a frantic cat—the agony was unbearable.
Sitting in the seat her roommate saved, Hu Yuying took out her phone and texted Li Qingxue, letting her know she was back at school.
Almost immediately, a reply message from Li Qingxue came through...
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.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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."
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?”
