Li Xingya walked over carefully and reached out to touch the fine leather.
It felt warm and smooth to the touch, with excellent resilience. One look and you could tell it was no ordinary item.
Eighty thousand yuan...
In her hometown, this amount was usually associated with buying a car or building a house.
Yet here, it was actually just a chair?
"Come and try it out," Su Bai said.
"Boss... this, this is too expensive. What if I break it by sitting on it..." Li Xingya backed away repeatedly in fright, as if the chair were some terrifying beast.
"Chairs are meant to be sat on. If it breaks, I'll just buy another one."
Su Bai walked straight over, pressed her shoulders, and pushed her into the chair without leaving any room for argument. "Try it. This is known as one of the most comfortable chairs in the world."
Li Xingya sat down with trepidation.
However, when her body fully sank into the soft leather, she froze instantly.
It felt as if she was wrapped in a warm cloud.
The ergonomic tilt design perfectly supported her spine and waist, taking care of every pressure point just right. With her feet resting on the footstool, her whole body settled into an extremely relaxed, half-reclining posture.
"Oh my god..."
Li Xingya couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh. Her previously tense nerves instantly relaxed. "It's really... so comfortable..."
She had never sat in such a comfortable chair before.
In the past, sitting on those hard wooden chairs in the school library for too long would give her a backache; even the ergonomic chairs in the lab were worlds apart compared to this.
So, was this the lifestyle and enjoyment of a top-tier billionaire?
This level of comfort was something an ordinary girl like her couldn't even dream of.
At this moment, Li Xingya once again revealed that blissful expression of narrowed eyes that Su Bai admired so much.
Perhaps bringing happiness to such an innocent girl was also one of the missions of a billionaire.
"Comfortable, right?"
Su Bai's voice came from above.
Li Xingya was about to nod when she realized that Su Bai hadn't left. Instead, he was standing in front of her, his hands resting on either side of the chair's backrest, leaning forward slightly, looking down at her with an imposing posture.
Gulp.
Her throat moved.
"Boss..."
Li Xingya's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, she was completely sunk into the chair, presenting a completely defenseless posture.
Su Bai's figure completely enveloped her, blocking the firelight behind him and filling the small space with an ambiguous, intimate atmosphere.
Oh no, is the boss wanting to do... do that kind of thing to me?
After all, they had already kissed, and she had shown how much she enjoyed it. Going a step further seemed only natural.
Li Xingya mentally prepared herself almost instantly. After all, she had even had that kind of dream about Su Bai just a few days ago.
It was just her nature to still appear very shy.
"This chair is comfortable, sure, but it's a bit of a waste for you to sit in it all by yourself."
A wicked smirk curled the corners of Su Bai's mouth. Before Li Xingya could react, he swung his long legs over and squeezed right into the spacious recliner.
"Ah—"
Li Xingya let out a soft cry. However, the chair's design was inherently wide, and she wasn't fat. Although she was voluptuous, she was quite petite compared to Su Bai.
When Su Bai squeezed in, it didn't feel crowded at all. Instead, he took the opportunity to scoop her up, making her sit sideways on his lap.
"Isn't it warmer this way?"
With one hand wrapped around her slender waist, Su Bai used his other hand to gently stroke the soft cashmere fabric on the outside of her thigh, feeling the slight tremble of the person in his arms.
Li Xingya's face was burning hot.
This... wasn't this exactly what she had seen in the lab that one day...
Chen Yusheng sitting on Su Bai's lap, being intimate with him just like this.
She never expected that she would get to enjoy such treatment so soon.
As expected, Su Bai was decisive and straightforward in his actions. She really liked how resolutely he initiated things with her.
"Boss... don't, don't do this..."
Li Xingya blushed furiously. She pressed her hands against Su Bai's chest, wanting to push him away, yet she couldn't bear to part with this warmth and intimacy.
She could only curl up in Su Bai's arms like an obedient kitten, letting him do as he pleased, occasionally bearing the gentle, scattered kisses he planted on the side of her neck and her earlobes.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt Su Bai scoop her up by the waist. Together, they entered the tent.
...
The Hilleberg tent was lined with thick inflatable mattresses and soft wool blankets. A small, warm yellow hanging lamp created a cozy and private atmosphere.
As soon as they entered this enclosed little space, Li Xingya's slightly calmed heartbeat began to race again.
Although it was intimate outside just now, it was out in the open, after all.
But here...
It was just the two of them, so close they could hear each other breathe.
Su Bai placed her on the soft floor mat. He casually leaned against a nearby cushion, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her back into his embrace.
"What are you thinking about?"
Looking at the still somewhat nervous girl in his arms, Su Bai gently stroked her long hair.
"I'm thinking... all of this feels like a dream."
Li Xingya pressed her face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. Her voice was a bit muffled. "Not too long ago, I was still stressing over a part-time job that paid a few hundred yuan, and I was still envying my mentor for having such a great boyfriend... But today, I'm sitting in an eighty-thousand-yuan chair and lying in your arms."
Su Bai noticed that the current Xingya was much closer and more honest in her attitude toward him.
She looked up, her big, watery eyes gazing at Su Bai with a trace of unease and confusion.
"Boss... why are you so good to me? I... I'm not as beautiful as my mentor, nor am I as smart as her. My family is from the countryside, and apart from writing a bit of code, I don't know how to do anything else..."
She was even afraid of breaking that chair just now.
This huge class gap made her feel a deep sense of inferiority that constantly accompanied her happiness.
Su Bai didn't answer this question directly. In fact, there was no way to answer it directly, so he could only express his affection for Li Xingya through his actions.
For a girl with such low self-esteem and timidity, all she had heard growing up was that she needed to be sensible, work hard, and save money...
No one had ever told her that she just needed to be herself and enjoy life.
Now that she had the right to do so, she was a bit lost. Su Bai had no choice but to use further actions to show his affirmation of her.
Li Xingya wasn't averse to this; she even actively welcomed it.
Therefore, Su Bai happily obliged.
"Boss..."
"Hmm?"
"Are we spending the night here?"
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a hint of anticipation and a touch of nervousness.
"What, you don't want to go back?"
"No..." Li Xingya bit her lip. "It's just... I just think it's really nice that it's only the two of us here..."
"Since it's a very important first experience, if you want to change locations..."
"Don't change locations. Right here is fine."

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...