Why is the chosen one the chosen one?
Because the chosen one is blessed by the heavens, endowed with the so-called "destiny aura"!
So, why am I the villainess?
Because the heavens' mama is dead—this mama being a virtual mama created by the heavens—so it's always been targeting me.
Can it be understood that by increasing my aura, I can escape this villainous fate?
But how does one increase it?
Detective Su (a.k.a. Su Muwan) has done her research in her past life.
Anyone who stays close to the chosen one will, to some extent, gain an increase in their aura.
So, is Qin Luo the chosen one?
Yes! And not just any chosen one—he's a T0-level chosen one!
Therefore!
As long as I stay with Qin Luo forever!
Then!
In the bedroom, Su Muwan clenched her fists, her eyes sparkling as she drew the curtains shut.
I, too, can become the protagonist!
Not only will I get to be with Qin Luo in sweet, loving bliss!
But I'll also effortlessly become the main character!
This! This! This!
This is the perfect script for a carefree life!
Most importantly!
Su Muwan sneakily glanced at Qin Luo, who was busy making the bed.
Hehe!
*Slurp!*
Her eyes burned with desire—she had long wanted to study the intricacies of Qin Luo's physique!
Ahem! Of course, this wasn't to satisfy any peculiar curiosity or fetish of hers.
Absolutely not!
On Qin Luo's side, he hadn't expected Su Muwan to agree so quickly.
This actually made him a bit nervous.
He glanced at Su Muwan's large bed—there was more than enough space for him to lie down.
On the nightstand sat a vase and a bronze artifact.
The vase had been "acquired" from the antique dealer Jiang Xueqi a long time ago.
Oh, and the vase was now being used to hold flowers.
As for the bronze cauldron... well, that was also "acquired."
Qin Luo shook his head, then turned to look at Su Muwan, who had just finished drawing the curtains and was now wearing a blue shark-themed pajama set. He cleared his throat and said, "Miss, the bed is ready."
Su Muwan blinked, nodded, and sauntered over. "Then let's sleep."
Qin Luo hesitated, then awkwardly added, "Miss, I've been thinking... maybe we should call it off?"
"Sleeping together... maybe we should wait until after we're married..."
Qin Luo admitted he was chickening out.
But...
As soon as he said this.
Su Muwan frowned, grabbed Qin Luo's hand, and snorted, "I don't care if it's before or after marriage."
"Come here!"
With that.
Su Muwan forcefully pushed Qin Luo onto the bed, and then—
*Thud!*
She planted her foot on Qin Luo's chest, staring down at his exaggerated expression of discomfort, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "Hehehe!"
"Little Luo Luo, oh little Luo Luo."
"Do you really think you can escape after coming here?"
"You can't escape my grasp!"
*Gasp!*
Qin Luo glanced at the object on his chest and couldn't help but take a sharp breath. He feigned pain and said, "Miss, please don't do this."
"I'm in so much pain..."
Oh, so you're going to act now, huh??
Seeing Qin Luo's act, Su Muwan was utterly speechless.
Everyone knows you're a total foot fetishist!
But!
If you're going to act!
I'll play along!
Besides... this feeling of being in control is rather thrilling.
"Hmph!"
"How useless!"
Su Muwan twisted her foot slightly, her tone teasing as she said, "No one's going to save you, no matter how much you scream."
"Little Luo Luo, you'll just have to keep making those pathetic noises while I torment you for the rest of your life!"
Huh?
"The rest of my life?"
Qin Luo dropped the act and looked at Su Muwan, smiling. "That's quite domineering of you."
Su Muwan blushed, then snorted, "I am a domineering CEO, after all. What's wrong with being a little bossy?"
With that, seemingly unable to withstand Qin Luo's gaze any longer, she withdrew her foot.
She rolled over and lay down beside Qin Luo.
*Click!*
"Lights off!"
"Sleep!"
...
...
The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, creating a serene and cozy atmosphere.
Su Muwan and Qin Luo lay side by side on the bed, the air filled with the faint scent of flowers, soothing and refreshing.
Neither of them spoke, and... both were wide awake.
Qin Luo's pupils trembled slightly as he caught the faint scent of Su Muwan's fragrance from the bedsheets.
No... what am I thinking...
Su Muwan is right beside me, so of course, the scent would be coming directly from her.
But.
What started as a casual tease, just to see the young mistress flustered...
Somehow... it actually came true?
Just as he was thinking this.
A rustling sound broke the silence.
Qin Luo froze, then turned his head to look—only to be stunned.
There.
Su Muwan had slightly turned her body, gently inching closer to Qin Luo.
Under the moonlight, Qin Luo could clearly see the upward curve of Su Muwan's lips, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.
"Miss, can't sleep?"
Qin Luo couldn't help but ask.
"Hehe... of course not..."
Su Muwan whispered, leaning closer to Qin Luo's ear, her breath warm and fragrant as she said, "How can I sleep with Luo Luo right beside me..."
Qin Luo: !!
His body stiffened, his blood surging, his heart pounding wildly.
Seeing this, Su Muwan's eyes sparkled with delight.
You little thing!
This may be my first time in a relationship!
But!
I've watched plenty of educational material!
Isn't this an easy win?!
Hehe, a shy Qin Luo is also super cute!
*Gasp!*
Qin Luo took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart.
No.
He swallowed hard.
I can't let Su Muwan outdo me.
With that, he turned over decisively, and before Su Muwan could react,
He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.
Su Muwan's expression froze: !!
Qin Luo, feeling Su Muwan's slightly trembling body, chuckled softly and said, "What a coincidence."
He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "I can't sleep either."
As soon as he finished speaking.
*Mmph!*
Su Muwan's eyes widened slightly before gradually becoming hazy.
Hehe... hehe...
Her face burned, but a sweet smile played on her lips.
The next second.
Su Muwan decided to drop the act entirely. She buried her face in Qin Luo's shoulder and murmured softly, "You're such a bad guy..."
So warm...
Qin Luo's body was so warm.
Due to her cultivation technique, Su Muwan's body temperature was naturally lower than average.
Every night, her bed felt cold and lonely.
But tonight...
Su Muwan curled up in Qin Luo's arms like a kitten, his warmth perfectly balancing her icy constitution.
It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Most importantly...
*Sniff sniff~!*
Qin Luo smells so good!
I'll inhale, inhale, inhale!!!
Qin Luo, too, felt his body go soft at Su Muwan's words.
The night was as quiet as water.
The two held each other tightly, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them.
The distance between their hearts seemed to vanish, their love intertwining like invisible threads, binding them together.
Gradually, Su Muwan's breathing evened out as she drifted off to sleep.
She even forgot to use the bronze cauldron.
Qin Luo, noticing Su Muwan's state, also fell into a deep slumber.
And in that moment.
The bronze cauldron on the nightstand emitted a faint glow, enveloping the two.
Then... nothing happened.
The two remained lying on the bed.
Except...
...
...
A bustling noise filled the air.
"Wanwan, tonight is the Jiangcheng gala. Be on your best behavior, okay?"
"......??"
Hearing the voice.
A tiny Su Muwan, dressed in a Lolita dress and clutching a small plushie, blinked in confusion as she opened her eyes.
She looked around, taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar grandeur of the banquet hall.
Instantly.
Her pupils trembled in shock.
What the—?!
Huh?!
Did I just transmigrate again?!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
