Hearing these words, Long Aotian's hands, which had been resting on his little feet, gradually moved up along his body until they wrapped around Hu Yuying's slender waist. His voice grew husky: "Has your aunt left?"
The scorching breath against her ear elicited such an honest reaction from Hu Yuying's body. For a moment, she felt flustered by Long Aotian's closeness and nodded softly: "Mhm..."
Upon hearing this, Long Aotian chuckled lowly, his eyes burning with intensity: "Then... shall we go to bed a little earlier today?"
Hu Yuying bit her red lips, her beautiful eyes shimmering with emotion: "Isn't it a bit too early now..."
Before she could finish, the man before her leaned down and kissed her: "No, it's not."
The kiss started gentle but soon grew fervent.
From the bed to being lifted entirely into his arms.
She felt like a doll, so effortlessly carried by Long Aotian.
His strength was overwhelming too...
Hu Yuying whimpered and pleaded for mercy, regretting her earlier words—Long Aotian was far too insatiable.
She couldn’t even remember what time it ended, only recalling how, after being thoroughly worn out again and again, her body went from full of energy to utterly pliant, until she couldn’t even lift her waist anymore...
It was as if he wanted to make up for all the days she’d been on her period in one go.
A little tender, a little rough—but she loved this side of him.
The next day, her biological clock failed her again. In her drowsy state, she could only faintly sense the gentle hands tidying her already disheveled long hair.
Strangely, despite being exhausted and unwilling to open her eyes, wanting nothing more than to sleep a little longer, she could still clearly feel Long Aotian pinch her cheek, pull the blanket snugly around her, and whisper in her ear that he was going out to buy breakfast and that she should sleep a little more. Then came the warm press of his lips against her cheek and her own.
Too tired and sleepy to react properly, Hu Yuying only mumbled: "Got it... wear something warm, Long Aotian. It’s cold in the morning."
After murmuring this, her consciousness slipped away completely. She couldn’t tell if he had left or if he was still smoothing her hair. All she knew was that she was sleeping so comfortably, so blissfully.
By the time she woke, the sun was already high in the sky.
The room had been tidied, and a now-cooled breakfast sat on the table. Long Aotian was nowhere to be seen.
Peeking under the blanket at the lingering marks on her body, Hu Yuying covered herself again and stretched luxuriously in bed, savoring the moment.
She rolled around for a while, basking in the lingering traces of Long Aotian’s presence, and was just about to get dressed when—
Mischievous giggles and teasing voices drifted in from outside: "Is Yuying still not up yet?"
"Was last night’s battle that intense? I’ve never seen Hu Yuying sleep in before!"
Back when Hu Yuying had lived in the dorm, she’d always wake up early for morning workouts, never one to laze in bed.
Hearing this, Hu Yuying’s face flushed, and she hurriedly dressed faster.
She scrambled off the bed, hastily slipping on her shoes.
Her gaze flickered to the trash bin by the bed, filled with used items, and she couldn’t help but scold Long Aotian inwardly for his lack of restraint—so many in just one night!
Quickly tying up the trash bag, she thought, If Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning see this, I’ll never live it down.
She opened the door ahead of time—
Only to find Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning each dragging a large black bag.
"Oh, you’re finally awake!" Li Qingxue teased, taking in Hu Yuying’s clearly just-woken-up appearance. "The sun’s already roasting your butt, you know?"
Hu Yuying blushed and retorted weakly: "I’ve actually been up for a while."
"Sure, sure, you’ve been up—just lying in bed, right?"
Lin Wanning, seeing Hu Yuying’s flustered expression, couldn’t resist joining in the teasing.
She stepped forward, her amused gaze sweeping over Hu Yuying.
Feeling Lin Wanning’s scrutiny, Hu Yuying instinctively raised a hand to cover her collar.
"Wanning, what are you looking at?"
"Just surveying the battlefield."
Hu Yuying gasped in mock outrage—how could Lin Wanning compare her body to a battlefield?!
Even if the metaphor was accurate, saying it out loud without a hint of shame was just too much.
"What... what’s in those bags?" she asked, deftly changing the subject.
"Still playing dumb? You really don’t know?" Li Qingxue smirked.
Damn, topic change failed...
Fortunately, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning didn’t push further.
Instead, they pulled up small stools and began unpacking the bags.
Inside were knitted hats, scarves, and gloves.
Lin Wanning pulled out a white knitted hat and tried it on, turning to Li Qingxue and Hu Yuying: "How do I look?"
"Pretty!"
"Very pretty!"
Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue answered before walking over to rummage through the bags. They fished out a white scarf and a pair of pink gloves.
"What are you two doing?" Lin Wanning asked, feigning fear as they approached, her exaggerated act seamless.
The two grinned mischievously as they began layering the accessories onto Lin Wanning.
Her fair complexion, already striking, now took on a softer, more delicate charm—less icy, more like a tender little flower.
Just as the trio was having fun, the front door swung open, and Long Aotian’s voice rang out:
"Weren’t you supposed to come back and help me? Where is everyone?"
Hearing this, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning froze, exchanging guilty glances.
We completely forgot after seeing Hu Yuying...
They hurriedly stripped off the hats, scarves, and gloves, then rushed to Long Aotian’s side to make amends.
But despite their speed, they hadn’t finished tidying up by the time Long Aotian appeared before them.
There they were—hats askew, gloves half-off, scarves tangled—freezing like deer in headlights when they saw him.
Long Aotian took in their stunned, guilty, and slightly panicked expressions, and the stern act crumbled. He couldn’t help but laugh.
"You three look ridiculous. Here, these are clothes—go try them on inside."
The trio sprang into action.
Changing outfits, mixing and matching, then snapping photos to save their favorite looks.
With their good looks and great figures, they were walking mannequins—their own best models...
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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?”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
