The blonde woman leaned close to Zhou Yi’s ear, her breath warm and fragrant as she whispered, "Haven’t you ever been with a woman before? Why are you so shy?"
Zhou Yi pressed his lips together and denied it. "Of course I have... I’ve had a girlfriend."
Claire just laughed. "But your reaction doesn’t seem like it, sir. Your ears are turning red."
With a single glance, Claire noticed Zhou Yi’s flushed ears—clear proof he was just putting up a front.
Young men always had their inexplicable pride. Claire smiled, her dazzling grin almost blinding.
What she didn’t know was that sometimes, the body could deceive.
"Miss, could you please get off me?"
"Sorry, my leg was hurting a little, so I borrowed your lap for support. What’s your name?"
Claire wasn’t the least bit bothered by Zhou Yi’s clueless demeanor.
Even after getting up, she remained half-leaning against him, as if boneless, her hand resting on his shoulder, occasionally brushing against his neck.
"Call me Alan."
Zhou Yi picked up his drink, about to take a sip, but Claire snatched it from him.
She raised an eyebrow at him, took a swig from his glass, and then—before he could pretend to react—pressed her lips to his.
The taste of alcohol filled their mouths as Claire’s tongue slipped past his teeth with practiced ease.
This woman... was damnably seductive!
Around them, the crowd erupted in cheers. The bar’s patrons whistled and pounded their tables, watching the scene unfold.
Claire didn’t even close her eyes. Her gaze locked onto Zhou Yi’s, heavy with desire, her half-lidded eyes enough to make anyone’s pulse race.
Those mesmerizing eyes held an irresistible allure as she flirted with him, while Zhou Yi played the innocent, letting her take the lead.
She was like a queen, regal and untouchable.
She settled back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him again.
With a beauty in his arms, Zhou Yi could feel the soft curves of her body even through his sweatshirt.
Her lips trailed from his mouth to his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "This is what a woman feels like, Mr. Alan. Ever experienced it before?"
If not for the fact they were in a crowded bar, Zhou Yi might’ve thought they were in a hotel bed.
Claire was truly fearless.
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Zhou Yi continued his act of naivety.
"What... what are you doing? There are so many people here."
"I know. My girls are cheering for us."
"Do you... like me?"
"Of course. And my friends like you too."
As soon as Claire spoke, the other women around her leaned in, pressing kisses to Zhou Yi’s cheeks.
"Just a little peck, Alan. I really like you."
"Oops, my lipstick left a mark on your face, Alan."
"You’re so handsome. I bet half the women in this bar want to sleep with you—myself included."
Zhou Yi glanced up and saw numerous women watching them. When their eyes met, they blew him kisses and batted their lashes.
He quickly looked down.
Claire, amused by his adorable reaction, nestled against him and laughed.
"Alan, I heard you just went through a breakup?"
"Yeah. She doesn’t love me anymore."
"Don’t worry. Plenty of others will. A man like you? Women are never in short supply. I can’t believe she let someone like you slip away."
She had almost said "sleep with" but caught herself.
"Maybe women are just hard to understand. I don’t get them."
"Actually, women are easy. Take me, for example—I’m already smitten with you, Alan. You’re the most handsome, adorable guy I’ve ever met."
Claire didn’t hold back her compliments. The young man really was both charming and cute.
"Thanks for the kind words. What’s your name? I still don’t know."
"You can call me Wild Rose. That’s what everyone calls me."
Claire loved wearing red dresses and had a fiery personality, hence the nickname.
"But I want to know your real name, not just a nickname."
Zhou Yi played the part of a man entranced, gazing at her shyly.
Claire smirked. The prey was hooked.
"Fine, I’ll tell just you. My name is Claire."
"Alan, I think you need someone to guide you into experiences you’ve never had before. That’s the only way to truly understand women."
"You won’t learn from books or movies. You learn... in bed."
She whispered the last word against his ear.
"Miss Claire, are you... pursuing me with ulterior motives?"
"Isn’t it obvious, Alan? Don’t you like me?"
"But I haven’t gotten over her yet. How can I just... with you?"
Claire pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Come with me. I’ll make you forget her. One night with me, and you won’t even remember what she looks like."
"Sometimes, alcohol isn’t enough to erase someone. You need another person to take their place in your heart."
Having said that much, Claire had made her intentions clear. Zhou Yi stopped pretending—when the moment called for action, he acted.
"I understand what you mean, Miss Claire."
"If you like drinking, I have plenty of fine wine at my place. Come home with me."
"Okay."
Pleased with his answer, Claire kissed his cheek.
"Alan, you’re so interesting."
"What’s interesting about me?"
"You’re like a man from the last century. If I’d met you sooner, I would’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you."
Too bad she’d seen too much of men’s fickleness and had become just like them.
Claire pulled out her lipstick and handed it to Zhou Yi.
"Alan, you’ve kissed all my lipstick off. Will you put it back on for me?"
She pouted at him, looking more like she was asking for a kiss than a touch-up.
"But I’m not good at this. I might mess it up."
"Doesn’t matter. You’ll just kiss it off again anyway."
"You... When are we leaving? If I get any drunker, I won’t be able to walk."
"Relax. Even if you can’t walk, I’ll carry you back."
No way she’d let her prey escape now. Claire closed her eyes, waiting for Zhou Yi to apply her lipstick.
But instead, the young man gently kissed her.
Her eyes flew open in surprise.
Zhou Yi’s kiss was feather-light, barely there, yet carried an inexplicable tenderness.
He pulled back after just two seconds.
"You looked like you wanted me to kiss you."
With that, he focused intently on reapplying her lipstick.
As if handling some precious treasure, with that gentle and focused expression, Claire was momentarily lost in thought.
She suddenly smiled and said again, "The woman who broke up with you will surely regret it."
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."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
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?"
