Su Bailian left the Su family residence, her life in doubt.
Before leaving, she turned back to glance at Su Muwan's grand villa.
Her pupils dilated in shock.
No way!
If they aren't involved, I'll eat dirt.
Previously, during a meal on the island, Su Bailian had already sensed something unusual between Su Muwan and Qin Luo.
But now!
Ah——!!
Su Bailian's eyes lit up. Su Muwan and Qin Luo...
Oh my! Weren't they just an employer-employee relationship?
Su Muwan, you're bolder than I thought!
Su Bailian left, her mind filled with gossip.
Inside the house.
Su Muwan was blushing, fidgeting on the sofa.
She kept replaying in her mind the moment she had uncontrollably bitten Qin Luo's fingertip.
Immediately...
Hehe~~
Her lips couldn't help but curl up.
Sigh~ Sigh~~
Su Muwan's emotions grew more intense, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her breathing quickened!
Su Muwan! How could you be so perverted!!
Oh no! How could I say that about myself?
Su Muwan covered her face, her excited gaze peeking through her fingers.
So clever!! Su Muwan, you're a genius!
Most importantly...
What does Qin Luo think?
Would he think I'm some kind of perverted heiress?
But, I became like this because of you, Qin Luo.
Who told you to keep tempting me with your little hands!
Speaking of which...
Su Muwan lowered her hands and licked her lips.
Her expression was puzzled.
How strange, why do I suddenly feel like my cultivation just increased a tiny bit?
Though it's minimal, it definitely increased.
Su Muwan thought about this, closed her eyes, and focused.
Hum!
Nine Revolutions Extreme Cold Art! Activate!
After a moment, Su Muwan opened her eyes in surprise.
She felt a gentle pure yang energy flowing through her meridians.
This pure yang energy was scarce and quickly absorbed by the icy qi of the Nine Revolutions Extreme Cold Art.
But..
The feedback from the absorption accelerated her cultivation speed significantly.
Sss!
Could it be?!
Su Muwan considered a possibility.
She blinked.
The crafty frog keeps patting its belly!
In other words, her cultivation speed had mysteriously increased beyond her previous life. Could it be because of...
As this thought emerged, it flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
If it's really because of Qin Luo...
Then wouldn't she be able to openly ask Qin Luo to help her cultivate?!
Well...
Not that!
Anyway!
Su Muwan coughed lightly and jumped up.
Her eyes kept glancing toward the bathroom.
Where is Qin Luo? Why hasn't he come out yet?
At this moment.
In the bathroom.
Sss~~ Haa~~
Qin Luo looked at the bite mark on his fingertip and swallowed hard.
Between tasting it again and washing it, he chose to smell it.
Mmm.
There's a faint jasmine scent.
No wonder she's a transcendent villain.
This clearly surpasses human physiology.
However, there's a very important question now.
Qin Luo raised his fingertip, staring intently at the nearly disappearing bite mark.
His breathing quickened slightly.
Although he had told Su Muwan he was here to wash it...
But...
Should he really let go of this golden opportunity?
The answer is... No.
Gulp.
Qin Luo thought about it, lowered his hand, and swallowed hard.
He slowly brought the bitten fingertip to his lips.
Mmm.
It tastes like the heiress.
Whoosh——!
The sound of running water appeared, erasing the evidence.
A moment later.
Qin Luo returned to the living room.
Su Muwan quickly averted her gaze, pretending to watch TV.
"Finished washing?"
"Mhm."
Qin Luo sat beside Su Muwan.
The two, each harboring their own schemes, exchanged a glance.
They smiled at each other.
"Hehe."
"Hehe."
The perverted act of testing Qin Luo's physique...
Finding Su Muwan's taste sweet...
Must not let him (her) know.
....
....
That evening.
At the dining table.
Qin Luo looked surprised as Su Muwan held a spoon in front of him. "What did you say, Miss?"
"You want to feed me?"
"Is that appropriate?"
Is this a good thing?
Qin Luo looked at Su Muwan, who seemed to have some strange idea in mind.
He raised a few question marks.
What's gotten into Su Muwan all of a sudden?
Zhu Lan, sitting nearby, blinked.
She chewed her food.
How strange, Miss usually has Qin Luo feed her.
Could it be...
She... I see!
As expected of Miss, wanting to experience the joy of feeding others to learn various things!
Su Muwan glared at Qin Luo, a bit flustered: "What's appropriate or not!"
"Anyway! Open your mouth and come over!"
"Alright."
Qin Luo didn't hide his intentions and leaned forward: "Ah~"
"Eat!"
Su Muwan shoved the spoon into Qin Luo's mouth and quickly pulled it back.
Afterward, she blinked at Qin Luo, who was chewing, and asked: "Is it good?"
"Anything you feed me is delicious, Miss."
"Hmph!"
Su Muwan pouted: "At least you know how to say something nice, Qin Luo!"
Qin Luo swallowed and chuckled: "Miss, I usually speak... mmph!"
Before he could finish, Su Muwan shoved another spoonful into his mouth.
Qin Luo: ???
Su Muwan saw Qin Luo's surprised look but still glared back flusteredly: "What! You have a problem with me feeding you more?"
"I feed you, and you're not happy?"
"Happy... but... mmph!"
The third spoon.
Su Muwan blinked.
Hehe.
Feeding is so much fun.
Qin Luo is like a little pet I can play with.
Sss~~
The more Su Muwan thought about it, the more excited she became. She simply sat next to Qin Luo.
She leaned in and asked: "Little Luo Luo, is it good?"
"Little Luo Luo..."
Qin Luo's eye twitched. Su Muwan's fragrance instantly filled his nostrils.
He slightly averted his gaze: "Miss, please don't call me such a casual name."
Su Muwan became even more excited. She reached out and lightly teased Qin Luo's chest: "Casual?"
"What do people online say? That you, Qin Luo, are my little puppy."
"So I can call you whatever I want!"
"What do you think?"
"What do I think..."
Qin Luo took a deep breath, noticing the playfulness in Su Muwan's eyes.
He immediately understood her intentions.
This... is she starting to get cocky again?
Thinking of this.
"Heh..."
Qin Luo chuckled softly.
Then.
Swish!
"!!!"
He grabbed Su Muwan's wrist and picked up the spoon she used to feed him.
He scooped a spoonful of soup and, in Su Muwan's stunned gaze, held it to her lips.
Qin Luo's lips curved, his gaze full of dominance as he stared at Su Muwan's stunned expression. His voice lowered, full of magnetism: "Am I really just a little puppy..."
"Miss, don't you know?"
"Here, Miss, open your mouth~"
"Let me... feed you."
Su Muwan: !!!
One second later.
Slurp~
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ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
