"Are you crazy? Do you even realize what you're doing?"
"I'm perfectly clear-headed, Little Zhou. Don’t worry about my aunt or anyone else. This stays between us—just you and me."
Little Jia’s words were dripping with implication.
Zhou Yi pushed her hands away and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, silent.
Little Jia leaned her head against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Don’t you like me even a little?"
"That’s not the point. If I touch you, I have to take responsibility."
"What era are you living in? You’re still so... Ugh, never mind. I should’ve known you’d be like this. I never even asked you to take responsibility, yet here you are, obsessing over it. I’ve never met anyone so stubbornly principled."
She pressed kisses along his back, trailing up to his neck, leaving Zhou Yi rigid and unmoving.
"Let’s just do something fun together. Forget about society’s rules, okay?"
Little Jia nipped at his ear, determined to seduce him.
The more he resisted, the more she wanted to conquer him.
"If you’re after that kind of pleasure, plenty of men would jump at the chance. Why insist on me?"
"What are they worth? I only want you. It’s because I like you that I want this with you, but you won’t even give me a chance."
She climbed off the bed and settled onto his lap again.
Zhou Yi kept his expression cold, refusing to engage.
Yet this was exactly what Little Jia adored—his icy demeanor. The thought of him looking at her like that...
It was almost too much to bear.
"Then at least lull me to sleep, okay?"
Her voice softened, as if conceding.
Zhou Yi finally relented. "Fine. But lie down properly on your side."
"You’ll stay next to me?"
"...Fine."
Once in bed, Little Jia stared shamelessly at him.
Zhou Yi, worn down, lay beside her but kept a deliberate distance, as if an invisible line divided them.
Her bed was soft, fragrant with a sweet scent.
"Keeping so far away—afraid I’ll devour you?"
She pulled the blanket over them, inching closer until she pressed against his back, arms encircling him.
Zhou Yi radiated warmth, and under the covers, the chill vanished.
"So cozy now. The bed’s not cold at all—it’s getting hot, actually."
"Little Zhou, your hands are so much bigger than mine."
She interlaced their fingers, comparing sizes.
"Your muscles are so firm."
"Your hair is so thick too."
"What brand are these pants? Let me check."
Her hands grew restless beneath the sheets.
Soon, both were slick with sweat.
Zhou Yi’s voice turned rough. "You promised not to move. Go to sleep—it’s late."
Little Jia blinked innocently. "I was just massaging you. Didn’t it feel good?"
He finally snapped, flipping her onto her back. Their eyes locked, his gaze darkening. "You asked for this."
Little Jia grinned, straddling him before crashing her lips against his.
Zhou Yi’s kisses were too gentle, so she gasped, "I’m not made of glass. Be rougher."
That shattered his restraint. He pinned her wrists, his mouth claiming hers with bruising intensity.
Little Jia reveled in it.
This was what she craved!
Outside, rain began to fall, but inside, the heat only climbed.
Shadows of trees swayed wildly, just as the bed’s curtains trembled without pause.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
