Zhou Yi pretended to be stiff and motionless.
At a moment like this, he certainly couldn’t act like an experienced old hand.
In front of Jiang Ruolan, he was a pure and proper man—he had to maintain that persona.
Jiang Ruolan pressed her face against Zhou Yi’s back, her arms encircling his waist. At this point, her emotions had already overtaken her reason.
Zhou Yi asked her in a hoarse voice, “Ruolan, do you know what this means?”
Both of them were adults. The implications of such actions and hints were self-evident.
She had abandoned all reservations, choosing only to follow her heart. Jiang Ruolan smiled softly:
“I know. I want you to stay.”
“Tonight, you’re not my superior, and I’m not your subordinate. We’re just an ordinary man and woman in the city.”
“Please, give me this chance.”
She held Zhou Yi tightly—tonight, she was determined to keep him.
She had always suppressed her feelings for him, but she was still an ordinary woman with emotional needs. Over time, even she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Even the most rational person would start losing control when faced with something like love.
Jiang Ruolan wanted to indulge herself completely, just this once.
Zhou Yi sighed and patted her hand. “Let go of me first, okay, Ruolan?”
Reluctantly, Jiang Ruolan slowly loosened her grip.
She took out her keys and opened the door, but Zhou Yi remained standing outside, seemingly hesitant to enter.
Or perhaps he was still wavering.
Zhou Yi asked her again:
“Ruolan, are you really sure about this? Even if there’s no future for us.”
“Even if I don’t take responsibility for you.”
Jiang Ruolan didn’t answer with words. Instead, she responded with action.
She embraced Zhou Yi once more, rising onto her toes to kiss him.
Zhou Yi no longer held back, kissing her deeply in return.
The man’s fingers tangled in the woman’s soft hair as they kissed their way into the apartment.
Zhou Yi reached out with his other hand and closed the door behind them.
His gaze darkened as he breathed heavily. “Help me unbutton this.”
Jiang Ruolan reached out to undo his buttons, then suddenly laughed breathlessly, her eyes seductive. “I was the one who picked this shirt for you. I even buttoned it for you back then.”
As she worked on his buttons, Zhou Yi’s hands slid beneath her clothes, seeking the clasp of her bra.
He pretended to fumble, making Jiang Ruolan giggle. “So President Zhou doesn’t know anything, after all.”
Zhou Yi withdrew his hand and pinned her to the sofa. “Didn’t you say I’m not your superior today? Why are you still calling me ‘President Zhou’?”
Jiang Ruolan gazed at him with infatuation, her fingers tracing his face. “Then what should I call you? How about… Ah Yi?”
He was younger than her—technically, he should be calling her “older sister.” The thought deepened her smile.
Zhou Yi didn’t mind. He grinned. “Call me whatever you like.”
Their conversation eased some of the tension between them.
“I’ll go shower first. We’ll continue after.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t you dare leave.”
“If I walked out now, I wouldn’t be much of a man.”
Jiang Ruolan’s eyes curved with relief.
She sat up on the sofa and began undressing right in front of Zhou Yi.
The elegant S-curves of her figure were on full display.
One foot playfully swaying a high heel, she clearly was in high spirits. With delicate fingers, she swept her hair to one side, tilting her head slightly to glance at Zhou Yi.
“Aren’t you going to help me with these buttons?”
If there was ever a perfect embodiment of allure and seduction, Jiang Ruolan was it in this moment.
Zhou Yi undid the buttons for her, letting the garment slip down to her waist.
Her back was exquisite—smooth, fair skin that trembled slightly under Zhou Yi’s light touch.
As she stood, the dress pooled at her feet, revealing a white skirt beneath, its zipper resting at the small of her back.
“The zipper.”
At her request, Zhou Yi obediently pulled it down.
The skirt fell, draping over the white top beneath.
She stood there, letting Zhou Yi admire her body.
Jiang Ruolan’s waist was slender, her hips full and shapely, accentuated by the delicate lace trim of her white panties.
“Wait for me.”
“Mhm.”
Once Jiang Ruolan disappeared into the bathroom, Zhou Yi lay back on the sofa to rest.
The sound of running water from the shower was tantalizing.
He closed his eyes, only to soon catch a faint, intoxicating fragrance drifting into his senses.
When he opened his eyes again, her beautiful face was inches from his.
Her raven-black hair cascaded over the thin straps of her nightgown, a single lock brushing against his nose.
Jiang Ruolan’s eyes burned with unmistakable desire—desire ignited by him.
Before Zhou Yi could react, she straddled him and kissed him again, but this time, there was no shyness or gentleness.
Gradually, the metallic tang of blood spread across his tongue—she had bitten his lip.
Zhou Yi opened his eyes to see Jiang Ruolan tracing the wound with her fingertip before smearing the blood onto her own lips. The crimson stain heightened his senses—she looked like a seductive phantom.
His throat tightened. “Why did you bite me?”
“I want you to remember this night forever.”
Zhou Yi froze, the sting of his split lip lingering as she kissed him again.
Their passion reignited on the sofa, soon carrying them to the bedroom.
The nightgown was torn off and discarded carelessly on the floor.
Soon, Zhou Yi’s pants joined the pile.
Their ragged breaths filled the room.
She especially loved kissing Zhou Yi.
Jiang Ruolan kept seeking his lips, refusing to let go once she captured them.
Her gaze was hazy, intoxicated and irresistible.
Yet, in the midst of passion, a sliver of clarity surfaced—she realized she might have gone mad.
The man before her, his eyes half-lidded as he held her close, made her catch a glimpse of herself in the blurry mirror nearby—entranced, drowning, willing to sacrifice everything for just one more kiss from him.
Her heart trembled with panic. She knew it wasn’t so simple anymore.
Abruptly, yet inevitably, she recognized her own dependence and love for Zhou Yi.
The harder she tried to shake it off, the tighter it gripped her.
She had fallen for a man who didn’t love her back.
Wrapping her arms around Zhou Yi’s neck, she let her weight sink into him, his scorching breath against her ear filling her with an odd sense of fulfillment.
In the dim shadows where nothing was clear, her gaze brimmed with adoration and tenderness as she leaned in to lick the wound on his lip.
She didn’t ask if he loved her. Deep down, she already knew the answer.
Instead, she surrendered completely to the pleasure of the moment.
She wanted Zhou Yi to remember this night—to remember her—forever.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
