"Don't go." Long Aotian clung tightly to Hu Yuying's waist, pressing his shameless face against her back, refusing to let her leave.
Hu Yuying held her pajamas in one hand while patting Long Aotian's arm wrapped around her waist with the other, sighing helplessly. "Be good, Long Aotian. Sleep alone tonight. I won’t go out tomorrow."
"It’s been three days. Three days in a row you haven’t come back to sleep. Do you expect me to endure an empty bed at such a young age?"
"Long Aotian, you’re exaggerating. Last night, I sneaked back to be with you." Hu Yuying’s cheeks flushed slightly. She had indeed slipped back to spend the night with him—technically, she’d only been away for a day. It wasn’t as dramatic as he made it sound...
And the way Long Aotian was acting made it seem like she was abandoning him after taking advantage...
"Hurry up and let go. Qingxue and Wan Ning are waiting for me."
No matter what Hu Yuying said, Long Aotian remained stubborn, clinging to her like a persistent burr.
Finally, Hu Yuying sighed softly, turned to face him, and gently cupped his shameless cheeks before pressing a light kiss to his lips. "Is this enough?"
Long Aotian fought back a smirk, continuing his act. "You’ve changed, little girl. You used to cling to me all the time. Now that you’ve got me, you don’t treasure me anymore?"
Hu Yuying rolled her eyes. The longer she stayed with Long Aotian, the more she realized just how thick-skinned he could be.
Despite his pitiful whining and exaggerated complaints, she knew he was just angling for more favors.
What a greedy man.
With another sigh, she leaned in and gave him a deeper kiss.
As Long Aotian eagerly deepened the embrace, Hu Yuying tried to push him away half-heartedly before giving in.
Just as her clothes were being tugged up, her phone suddenly rang.
The sound snapped her out of her daze, and she quickly pulled away, shooting Long Aotian a reproachful look before answering. "Qingxue is calling."
After hanging up, she kissed Long Aotian’s cheek, coaxing him like a child with repeated promises before finally heading to the room where Wan Ning and Qingxue were waiting.
The moment she opened the door, she saw the two already in bed, leaving the middle spot open for her.
"Welcome, sis!" They lifted the blanket, urging her to hurry in—it was warmest under the covers.
Hu Yuying quickly changed into her pajamas and hopped onto the bed.
"Sis, what took you so long? We were about to fall asleep," Lin Wanning grumbled, wrapping an arm around Hu Yuying’s slender waist.
"Yeah, any later and we’d have been out cold," Li Qingxue added with an exaggerated yawn.
Hu Yuying lightly poked their foreheads. "You two night owls? Sleeping this early?"
The two giggled. "We knew Long Aotian was clinging to you and wouldn’t let you go, didn’t we?"
"That’s why I called you. Am I smart or what?"
Hu Yuying nodded. Without that call, she would’ve been helplessly swept up in Long Aotian’s advances again.
Glancing at Wan Ning, she asked, "What are you reading?"
"I found a really good novel recently. Want to see?"
Li Qingxue huffed. "Did I ever tell you I used to write stories too?"
Lin Wanning blinked in surprise. "You wrote? Show us! What kind of masterpiece did our literary genius create?"
Originally just showing off, Li Qingxue flushed at the praise, especially under Hu Yuying’s gaze.
"W-well, back when I read a lot of novels, sometimes I’d get so into them that I’d scribble my own ideas in a notebook. But I didn’t bring it with me..."
Lin Wanning pinched her blushing cheek. "What if the three of us wrote a fantasy autobiography about ourselves? Do you think anyone would read it?"
The idea lit up Li Qingxue’s eyes. Her first meeting with Long Aotian had been just like something out of a romance novel—a carefree, dazzling boy by the riverbank and a heartbroken girl...
"I think we should try it," she whispered excitedly.
"Sis, what do you think?" Both girls turned to Hu Yuying with eager eyes.
"Our life stories?"
"Yeah! Your experiences alone could fill a book—capturing the beautiful moments, the regrets, every step of the journey, and how we’ve grown..."
Li Qingxue’s words sent Hu Yuying spiraling into memories.
"Beautiful moments... regrets... every step of the journey... how we’ve grown..."
She murmured softly before a soft smile curved her lips.
"But how do we write it?" Hu Yuying’s life revolved mostly around studies and Long Aotian—she had no experience with storytelling.
Lin Wanning held up her phone. "Look, sis. This is a novel app. We just click ‘Become an Author,’ create a book, and start writing. If we hit 20,000 words, we might even get published—then tons of people could read it!"
"Will you two write too?" Hu Yuying asked.
"My story isn’t long, but it’s full of beautiful moments. I’d love to try," Li Qingxue said.
"Same. Maybe my story isn’t all happy, but... I’m happy now." Lin Wanning rested her head lightly on Hu Yuying’s shoulder.
Hu Yuying nuzzled her cheek against Wan Ning’s hair. "What should I call mine? ‘Starting as a Little Follower’?"
Two vivid images flashed in her mind—a bold, confident, and notorious big brother, and a gloomy, bullied girl who lacked self-esteem.
"Should we give it a try?" Hu Yuying whispered.
The three exchanged glances before pulling out their phones to download the app.
"I’ll go by ‘Sweet and Sour Li’."
"Then I’ll be ‘Ningxue’s Blossoming Years’."
They turned to Hu Yuying. "What about you, sis?"
"I’m thinking... maybe just ‘Ancient Moon’?"
"Boring. How about ‘Ancient Moon, Yuying’?"
"That’s perfect! Wan Ning’s so good with names."
With a final click, they confirmed their choices.
"Our story begins..."
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
