After a long while!
As Li Qingxue withdrew her gaze, Long Aotian suddenly let out a sigh of relief, as if the weight pressing on his heart had vanished.
"I'll take you to find Ying," Li Qingxue said, pulling Lin Wanning along as she headed inside.
Long Aotian quickly followed suit, though he wisely kept a respectful distance from the two girls.
He was afraid Li Qingxue might see him and recall unpleasant memories, resentfully scold him, and end up crying alone in a corner again.
Lin Wanning stole a glance at Long Aotian before whispering to Li Qingxue, "You’ve always had a way of keeping Brother in line. Look at him now—seeing you is like a mouse spotting a cat."
Hearing this, Li Qingxue instinctively straightened her posture, cast a sidelong glance at Long Aotian, and replied smugly, "Of course. The two of you spoil him too much."
"Alright, stop giving him those looks. Weren’t you quite happy last night too?" Lin Wanning teased softly by Li Qingxue’s ear.
Others might not know, but Lin Wanning had seen everything clearly the night before.
That delicate, flushed face, cheeks so red they could drip, and especially the way their lips had parted with a silvery strand between them...
At these words, Li Qingxue’s face instantly turned crimson, and she pinched Lin Wanning’s thigh. "S-stop talking! Forget what happened last night..."
"Then call me 'sister' first," Lin Wanning giggled behind her hand.
Li Qingxue gritted her teeth but finally relented with a soft, "Sister..."
The word sent a thrill through Lin Wanning’s heart, and she leaned in close to respond with a delighted, "Mhm."
The two shared a knowing smile.
After all, it was only with Lin Wanning’s encouragement that they’d finally managed to "tame" Long Aotian the night before.
"Then I’ll leave you two some time to talk," Lin Wanning said before walking off toward the artificial lake.
Li Qingxue remained standing where she was.
Long Aotian, trailing behind them, grew nervous again as he watched Lin Wanning leave and Li Qingxue stay behind.
But as a man—and the one who’d crossed the line with someone so close—he steeled himself and approached her. "Uh... Wanning’s gone..."
The moment he spoke, Li Qingxue suddenly turned and began pounding his chest with her small fists, her voice laced with complaint. "Why were you so rough last night? Do you have any idea how much it hurt?!"
Long Aotian stood frozen, letting her half-hearted blows land without resistance.
"Wasn’t having Wanning enough? Now none of us three escaped your clutches—you’ve ruined us all!"
As Li Qingxue vented her frustration, Long Aotian bent down slightly, and her hand accidentally struck his face.
The impact stunned even Li Qingxue herself. She stared blankly at Long Aotian, then at her own palm.
"Y-you... are you okay?" she asked hesitantly. She wanted to say it was an accident, but her prideful nature flared up, and the words stuck in her throat.
"Feel better now?" Long Aotian leaned closer. "It’s my fault. If hitting me helps, go ahead and do it a few more times."
Li Qingxue lowered her eyes, fiddling with her fingertips. "I... I’m done venting."
"Are you... really okay?"
"I’m fine. My face is pretty thick-skinned."
Li Qingxue let out a soft laugh but avoided his gaze. "Yeah, your face is definitely thick."
"Long Aotian... what am I to you?"
As she asked this, her heart clenched.
He was the first person she’d ever truly fallen for—Long Aotian.
But she’d never known how he truly felt about her.
If he liked her even a little—just a tiny bit—she’d cling to him for the rest of her life.
But if he felt nothing, she’d go back to keeping her distance, treating last night as nothing more than a fleeting dream.
So she needed an answer.
"Qingxue," Long Aotian called her name softly.
Her hands tightened into fists, but she still couldn’t bring herself to face him.
It wasn’t just Long Aotian who didn’t know how to act—Li Qingxue felt the same.
Then, a large, rough hand cautiously enveloped her clenched fist.
Despite the chill in the air, his palm was warm.
Li Qingxue’s tension melted away, her fingers gradually relaxing until they intertwined with his.
"Ew, PDA in broad daylight?"
Lin Wanning’s voice suddenly rang out.
Li Qingxue yanked her hand back, too embarrassed to look at Long Aotian.
"Our tsundere princess is actually blushing?"
Faced with Lin Wanning’s teasing, Li Qingxue lunged at her. "Laugh at me, will you? I’ll ruin your makeup!"
As the two girls playfully tussled, Long Aotian glanced at his hand, his smile widening at the sound of their laughter.
"Want to come to our dorm?" Li Qingxue asked Lin Wanning.
"Sure! But what about Brother?"
Li Qingxue glanced back at Long Aotian. Meeting his gaze, she bit her lip lightly. "He’ll be fine."
With that, she left Long Aotian behind and led Lin Wanning back to her dorm.
Once inside, Li Qingxue eagerly began changing outfits.
Even simple clothes couldn’t hide her lively charm. "How do I look in this?"
"Pretty."
"What about this one?"
"Also pretty."
"And this?"
"Are you going on a blind date? Even then, you wouldn’t dress this formally!" Lin Wanning laughed.
After much deliberation, Li Qingxue settled on the first outfit. She then opened her small bag, took out a box of earrings, and pulled out her makeup kit.
A light dusting of makeup accentuated her cheeks, and when she smiled faintly, adorable dimples appeared.
Noticing Lin Wanning’s red lips, she whispered, "I don’t have any lipstick."
Lin Wanning patted her coat pockets. "I didn’t bring mine."
"Liar, you do."
Lin Wanning shrugged. "I really didn’t. If I had, I’d share—after all, I wouldn’t let that 'sister' go to waste."
Li Qingxue slowly approached, cupped Lin Wanning’s face, and pressed her lips against hers.
Lin Wanning’s eyes widened in surprise.
When Li Qingxue pulled back, she licked her lips and checked her reflection in the mirror. "There... now I have some."
"I've grown so accustomed to everyone's company every night, and it's been over a hundred days now. I'm truly, deeply grateful for your unwavering support. But this time... sigh... I'm working hard to make revisions, though it breaks my heart to step away. I really, really don't want to say goodbye—not even for a little while..."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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."
