"Then we'll be going now." Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning stepped out the door, turning back to glance at Hu Yuying and Long Aotian as they spoke softly.
Though the subway was convenient, the trip would still take over twenty minutes, so they had to leave early.
"Take care on your way."
Watching the two girls disappear around the alley corner, Long Aotian finally pulled Hu Yuying back inside.
Now that they were alone, Long Aotian naturally wanted to get closer to his little sweetheart.
He wrapped his arms around her, and the two of them settled onto the recliner. The chair swayed gently from the motion.
Nestled in Long Aotian's embrace, Hu Yuying tilted her head up, her smiling eyes meeting his. "Aren’t you afraid we’ll break this chair?"
Breathing in her faint, sweet fragrance, Long Aotian kissed her forehead contentedly. "Even if it breaks, I’ll protect you. Worst case, you’ll just have to try out a human seat cushion."
"No way!" Hu Yuying tapped her fingertip lightly between his brows.
Long Aotian leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper by her ear. "My embrace is warm, you know."
Hu Yuying stifled a laugh before rolling her eyes at him. "Warm, sure—but when the soft seat turns hard, things get a little too sweaty."
The playful glare, paired with her delicate charm, was irresistibly alluring.
It made Long Aotian want to tease her even more.
Her body was too sensitive—just a few playful touches left her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with a dazed, watery shimmer that tugged at his heart.
She quickly shook her head. "Long-ge, take me to school now."
Long Aotian took a deep breath. "Alright."
Hu Yuying felt like she was losing her mind. Whenever she was with Long-ge, her body always reacted in strange ways, making her lose control over her desires. But not now—she needed to cool down.
Long Aotian felt the same. There was something about her—an inexplicable pull that drew him in. But once he got close, he couldn’t help but want to push down this soft, shy, and utterly adorable girl who looked so easy to tease...
Sitting on the electric scooter, her arms wrapped around his waist, she could feel the heat radiating through his clothes.
Resting her forehead lightly against his back, she murmured, "Long-ge, hold on a little longer, okay?"
Hearing this, Long Aotian stiffened for a second before chuckling. "Do you really think I’m some kind of hormone-driven beast?"
Hu Yuying shook her head at first, then hesitated and nodded uncertainly.
The mixed response made him laugh. "Why the nod and then the shake?"
She peeked at him before answering solemnly, "The old Long-ge definitely wasn’t like this."
"But the current Long-ge is like a powder keg—one wrong move, and Ah-Ying gets pushed down..."
Long Aotian opened his mouth to protest, determined to reassert his dignity as the responsible one.
But her next words left him red-faced with shame.
"Plus, Long-ge keeps tricking me—once pretending we needed to shower together, three times pretending there were bugs, and last time faking a sprained ankle just to say you needed pain relief..."
"Okay, okay, stop—" Then he realized something. "Wait, one of those bug incidents was with your consent! You even kicked the door shut yourself."
The moment the words left his mouth, silence fell behind him.
Unable to see her directly, Long Aotian adjusted the rearview mirror with one hand.
There she was—her face burning red with embarrassment.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and both burst into laughter.
"Long-ge, you’re the worst! You were the one who said you saw a bug and threatened to release a snake to kill it..."
"Fine, fine, it’s all my fault." Long Aotian grinned, deciding not to tease her further—who knew how much redder her face could get?
Before long, they arrived near A University.
Long Aotian parked, removing her helmet and smoothing out her disheveled hair. "Text me when class is over."
"Mm." She nodded obediently. Seeing him still watching her, she glanced around before quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Be careful on your way back, Long-ge. I’m heading in now."
After watching her disappear into the campus, Long Aotian turned the scooter around.
Passing the subway entrance, he spotted a familiar figure—tall, fair-skinned, with long, straight black hair. "Wanning."
Hearing his voice, Lin Wanning’s lips curved into a smile as she turned. "Brother, you’ve already brought Ah-Ying to school?"
"You didn’t go back yet?"
Lin Wanning explained, "I don’t have afternoon classes, so I just dropped Qingxue off first."
"Hop on, I’ll take you home."
Long Aotian patted the back seat. "Perfect timing—any later and you’d have been inside the subway."
"Nothing is ever too late—just perfectly timed." Lin Wanning teased back.
Sitting behind him, breathing in his familiar scent, she closed her eyes briefly, smiling to herself.
"Hang on tight, we’re moving."
"Mm."
Lin Wanning answered softly, her gaze lingering on his back. She tentatively reached out but couldn’t quite bring herself to wrap her arms around him.
At a red light, Long Aotian braked.
Lin Wanning, lost in thought, lurched forward from the sudden stop and instinctively clung to him to steady herself.
For a split second, her fingers trembled, her grip tightening unconsciously.
"You okay?"
Snapping out of it, she exhaled shakily. "Y-yeah, just lost my balance. Don’t worry, Brother."
Slowly, she loosened her hold on his waist—lingering just a moment longer—before finally settling for gripping the hem of his jacket.
In that brief contact, an internal war raged inside her.
A little white angel whispered, "If he rejects you, you might not even stay friends. Ah-Ying might distance herself too. Just keep things as they are—he’ll still treat you like a little sister."
A little black devil scoffed, "Sister? Don’t kid yourself. If you don’t even try, you’ve already lost. Handcuff him, make it irreversible—would he really deny it then? Besides, you’re not asking for much. Just be careful, and Ah-Ying will never know."
Lin Wanning glanced at the little devil and nodded. "You’re right."
The dark thought took root in her mind, sprouting rapidly.
As Long Aotian rode on, a sudden chill ran down his spine. He glanced around—no cars, no scammers, no danger in sight.
He scratched his head. "Weird."
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."
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.”
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?”
