"You're taking Yuying away, and from now on, I'll be all alone." Li Qingxue bit her straw, unused to the sudden solitude around her.
"It's just that she won't be staying in the dorm anymore. Besides, you have a key to our place—come over whenever you're on break." Long Aotian adjusted the helmet on his little sweetheart as he spoke.
"Hmph, it's not the same..." Even though Qingxue was being a bit tsundere, she couldn't help but whine at this moment.
Ever since they arrived in the capital, she and Hu Yuying had been inseparable outside of class.
Only those who’ve experienced such a bond could truly understand the reluctance in her heart.
Long Aotian tapped Li Qingxue lightly on the head, feigning annoyance. "You're making me look like the villain who tore you two apart."
Hu Yuying wouldn’t let Long Aotian off so easily. She quickly rubbed the spot where he’d tapped Qingxue, then pinched his waist lightly.
"See? We’re still the best," Li Qingxue said smugly, grinning at Long Aotian.
"How about you move in with us once the house is renovated?" Seeing how close the two were, Long Aotian pinched Yuying’s cheek affectionately.
The nearly 300-square-meter courtyard house would have plenty of rooms after the renovation, so it wouldn’t be a problem.
Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue exchanged a glance before answering in unison, "Deal."
"Be careful on the road, okay?" Li Qingxue waved as Hu Yuying and Long Aotian got on the bike, adding softly, "Don’t ride too fast."
"Don’t worry, I’m an excellent rider. Just ask Yuying."
Hu Yuying seemed to remember something and suddenly pinched Long Aotian’s waist again, even giving him a couple of playful punches for good measure.
Long Aotian blinked, too embarrassed to ask why she’d pinched him, and simply rubbed his waist before saying, "Let’s go."
Meanwhile!
Xue Shaohua, who had just stepped out to buy wine for a moonlit toast, suddenly saw an electric bike zip past him.
"Long Aotian? Hu Yuying?"
A realization struck him like lightning, and he clenched his fists so hard his palms hurt. "You bastard! Yuying’s already so frail, and you still dare to—!"
Without another thought, Xue Shaohua sprinted after the bike.
"No, no, no! Her body’s weak, you monster!"
At that moment, his mind was blank except for one thing—if Long Aotian took Hu Yuying away, he knew exactly what awaited her.
The memory of that guy he’d seen in the public restroom made his scalp crawl.
Why couldn’t they just leave her alone when she was already so fragile?
The woman he cherished, the one who made his heart ache just to look at—how dare you treat her like this!
Fueled by fury, Xue Shaohua charged forward like a knight fighting for love.
But no matter how hard he ran, the bike only grew farther away, leaving him panting in the dust.
Gasping for breath, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"She’s been taken..."
"Who’s been taken? Speak clearly!"
"Hu... Hu Yuying’s been taken by Long Aotian again..." Xue Shaohua forced the words out through gritted teeth.
"Damn it..."
......
"Long-ge, you have no idea how much I missed you after we parted." Hu Yuying murmured from the back seat, hugging Long Aotian as she rubbed the spot she’d pinched earlier.
"You’re doomed. You’ve fallen into the river of my love."
Hu Yuying giggled, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Then what should I do?"
"There’s no escape. You’re destined to be mine for life—just accept your fate." Long Aotian sighed dramatically, pretending to be stern.
"Fine then. I’ll surrender. From now on, I’m yours."
The words made her blush furiously, and she buried her face against his back, hugging him tighter to hide her embarrassment.
For the two of them, this was nothing short of bliss.
"I’ll open the door."
Once they reached home, Hu Yuying hopped off to unlock the gate. After Long Aotian entered, she locked it behind them and skipped after him. "Hehe, it’s so dark..."
Long Aotian turned and swept her into his arms. "Rawr! I’m the big bad demon lord, and I’ve caught you! Now I’m going to gobble you up!"
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply.
Tickled by his kisses, Hu Yuying squirmed, giggling as she played along. "I’m so scared! Please, mighty Demon Lord Long-ge, spare me!"
Once the playfulness subsided, Long Aotian boiled some water.
"Drink some ginger tea first, then soak your feet in warm water before bed."
"Got it, Long-ge." Hu Yuying took the cup obediently, sipping as she watched him bustle around for her.
Being cared for felt wonderful—being cared for by someone she loved felt even better.
Pulling out a neatly folded set of underwear from her bag, Long Aotian asked, "These are washed and dried. Want to change?"
"Mhm."
After washing her feet, she retrieved a sanitary pad from her coat pocket and grabbed fresh underwear, heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Long Aotian asked, puzzled.
Hu Yuying hesitated. "This... it’s dirty. I’ll change outside..."
She didn’t want him to see or smell it, afraid he’d find it gross.
"Change here." He pulled her into a gentle embrace, kissing her forehead. "My sweet girl is perfect just the way she is."
Soon after, she stepped out of the room with a trash bag in hand. "Long-ge, you go wash your feet. I’ll take out the trash."
The bin was right outside, so there was no worry.
Once they’d both washed up, they lay side by side in bed, turning to face each other with matching smiles.
"It feels like we’re back in Haibin City. Once the kitchen’s done, I can cook for you every day again."
"Little by little, everything’s getting better, just like how we were at the beginning."
"Yeah, everything’s slowly falling into place."
Looking back at how far they’d come, it all felt like a miracle.
"Long-ge, I want to lie in your arms." Hu Yuying tilted her face up, eyes wide and innocent.
Long Aotian spread his arms. "Come here. Anytime."
She gathered her long hair and nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat—something she adored beyond words.
As the steady rhythm filled her ears, Hu Yuying yawned softly, nuzzling into the perfect spot before drifting off to sleep.
Gently stroking the little girl's long hair and breathing in her faint, sweet fragrance, Long Aotian tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer into his embrace, and closed his eyes...
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?”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
