When Zhou Yi was applying lipstick for Claire, several more women approached, each one a stunning bombshell.
"Claire, where did this handsome guy come from? Introduce us too."
"Haven’t seen this hottie around here before. Ella’s always favoring you—she notifies you first whenever there’s a good-looking guy."
"Hey handsome, care to join us for drinks? We’ve got a table over there."
It seemed like another group of close-knit girlfriends.
The center of attention among these women was the one surrounded in the middle.
Her name was Amanda, and she’d had drinks with Claire before, though they weren’t particularly close.
Claire’s friends could tell these women also had their eyes on Zhou Yi, but Claire had spotted him first—there was no way they’d let him get snatched away.
One of the women puffed out her chest and raised an eyebrow at Amanda’s group. "We saw him first. Isn’t it a bit rude to butt in like this?"
Amanda smirked. "We just wanted to meet him, no harm in that. Besides, who says you get to speak for him?"
Amanda pushed past the woman and walked up to Zhou Yi, who was still applying Claire’s lipstick.
Claire shot her a glance, took the lipstick from Zhou Yi’s hand, and stood up to face Amanda.
Both women were breathtakingly beautiful, standing there like a scene straight out of a movie.
Ella simply watched with amusement.
This kind of drama wasn’t uncommon in bars, though usually it was men fighting over women.
"Amanda, weren’t you dancing inside? What brings you out here?"
"Linda said the bar area was livelier than the dance floor tonight, so I came to check it out. Didn’t expect to run into this hottie."
Amanda flashed Zhou Yi a sultry smile.
Claire snapped her fingers at Ella. "Ella, bring us some drinks. Tonight, whoever drinks the most gets to take Alan home. You game?"
Zhou Yi tried to stop her—he had no intention of leaving with Amanda.
But Claire raised a hand to silence him. "Don’t interfere. This is a battle between women. Alan, just sit back and watch. I’ll win you fair and square."
Her eyes burned with determination as she glared at Amanda, who shrugged. "Fine, let’s do it."
Ella brought over a crate of alcohol, grinning. "Didn’t think I’d get to see a drinking contest between you two tonight. This’ll be fun."
Claire sat beside Zhou Yi, Amanda took the seat next to Claire, and the rest of the women gathered around to watch.
The two began downing bottle after bottle.
Claire had an impressive tolerance, and Amanda wasn’t far behind. At first, they drank effortlessly, laughing and chatting without a care.
But eventually, Amanda started to falter. Claire smirked.
"So, Amanda, need me to call a friend to take you home? Looks like you’re about to tap out."
"N-no, I can keep going..."
Amanda was stubborn, but soon she was slumped over the bar, completely wasted.
Claire nudged her, but Amanda was out cold.
Claire’s friends cheered in triumph.
Claire was drunk too, but not as badly as Amanda.
She turned to Zhou Yi, her gaze hazy, lips slightly parted. "Alan, I won. I’m taking you home..."
She stood up from the stool, swaying unsteadily. Zhou Yi quickly caught her, pulling her into his arms.
Claire cupped his face and kissed him deeply, Zhou Yi responding in kind. When they finally broke apart, she tugged him toward the exit.
"Ella, put tonight’s drinks on my tab."
"Of course, Miss Claire."
Zhou Yi half-carried Claire out of the bar. "Claire, where do you live?" he asked.
But under the glow of the streetlights, she pulled him into another passionate kiss, the night breeze doing nothing to cool her ardor.
The wind tousled her curls, her red dress fluttering like scattered petals—living up to her wild rose reputation.
Drunk, Claire was even more alluring.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes mesmerizing, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
"Claire, let’s get you home first."
"Sorry, you’re just too handsome. I couldn’t help myself."
Zhou Yi chuckled helplessly.
After Claire gave him her address, he hailed a cab.
Thankfully, he wasn’t as drunk as she was—otherwise, who knew what reckless things they might’ve done on the street.
In the car, he told her,
"Even if you’d lost, I wouldn’t have gone with her."
Claire leaned against his shoulder and laughed softly. "I know. I just wanted to drink them under the table. Seeing me fight so hard, you’d have no choice but to come home with me. And look—I won you fair and square."
Zhou Yi couldn’t help but admire her. Claire was truly captivating.
When they arrived, Zhou Yi stared at the villa in disbelief.
Was this city just overflowing with wealthy people?
And he’d somehow met two in one night?
Guess Zhou Yi’s luck was just that good.
This was also why Ella favored Claire—she had money.
Claire fished out her keys and handed them to Zhou Yi. "Open the door."
Zhou Yi teased, "So I’ve stumbled upon a wealthy heiress?"
Claire smoothed her slightly disheveled hair and shook her head with a smile. "Not a heiress. Just a spoiled rich girl who only knows how to spend."
Ah. A pampered socialite.
Zhou Yi unlocked the door, and the moment they stepped inside, Claire kicked off her heels. She shut the door behind them and immediately pushed Zhou Yi against it, kissing him hungrily.
They barely made it past the entrance before they were tangled in each other’s arms, lips locked in a heated embrace.
The house was pitch-dark, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Then Zhou Yi’s phone rang.
The glow from the screen lit up his pocket.
Zhou Yi gently pulled away from Claire and checked the caller ID—Xie Tingwan.
Claire snatched the phone from him, hit the power button, and tossed it onto the nearby rug.
"Once you’re in my home, you’re not allowed to think about other women."
She’d mistaken the caller for some past flame Zhou Yi couldn’t forget.
"Fine."
Zhou Yi didn’t bother retrieving the phone.
He scooped Claire into his arms and carried her upstairs.
Her bedroom was spacious. Zhou Yi stripped off his shirt while Claire lay naked on the bed.
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of passionate moans.
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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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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...
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.”
