He's behaving now, completely behaving.
Huh?
Who are you asking about?
Well, naturally...
"Luo Luo, does it still hurt?"
"Ouch..."
Qin Luo lay on Su Muwan's lap, clutching his chest. He looked at Su Muwan, who was now as tender as water, and twitched his lips: "Miss, why did you suddenly punch me?"
Getting punched wasn't a big deal.
The main thing was...
I've already maxed out my defense stats!
So why does it still hurt so much?
Su Muwan, are your punches just that strong? Does the counter mechanism just fail??
Hearing this, Su Muwan blushed and guiltily averted her gaze, muttering softly, "Sorry... I just acted on instinct..."
Wait, no...
As she spoke, Su Muwan turned her head, gently massaging Qin Luo's chest while glaring at him and huffing, "It's because you keep teasing me about using your hand!"
Qin Luo protested, "It's only natural..."
"Natural, my foot!"
Su Muwan countered, vigorously ruffling Qin Luo's hair while exclaiming, "As your girlfriend, what's wrong with using your hand?"
"I didn't mean... cough, anyway!"
"You bullied me! You bullied me!"
Hey, hey, hey...
Qin Luo's head was spinning from all the ruffling. Who's bullying whom here?
I can't take it anymore. Why do I have no defense against Su Muwan?
As she continued to ruffle his hair, Qin Luo looked at the flustered Su Muwan and couldn't help but chuckle.
How can the ultimate villain be this cute?
Su Muwan paused, then let go of his head, poking his forehead suspiciously, "Qin Luo, what's wrong with you? Are you laughing because you've gone crazy?"
"Crazy? Not at all."
Qin Luo reluctantly got up from Su Muwan's lap.
He stretched and then glanced at Su Muwan with a light smile, "The domineering Miss is also super cute."
⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄!!
Hearing this, Su Muwan's eyes trembled, and her cheeks quickly turned crimson.
Hehe.
"Hmph! I've always been cute!"
Su Muwan stood up with a huff, then pointed at their surroundings and asked, "The urgent matter now is, how do we get out of here?"
Now she understood. This was just like last time—it must be that bronze cauldron that dragged them into this dream again.
"And why are we being forced into dreams again?"
This was something Su Muwan couldn't figure out.
Does the bronze cauldron just automatically make them dream?
"Hmm..."
Qin Luo pondered for a moment.
Then he blinked, a possibility forming in his mind.
The first time they were forced into a dream was when he and Su Muwan shared a bed.
At that time, he was feeling quite restless, and Su Muwan must have been the same.
And this time... it seems...
As he thought about it, Qin Luo's gaze unconsciously fell on his hand.
He twitched his eye.
No way...
Could the condition for entering the dream be that both of their emotions reach a certain threshold?
Su Muwan tilted her head, looking at Qin Luo's strange expression, "Qin Luo, what are you thinking about?"
"Cough, nothing."
Qin Luo cleared his throat and looked at Su Muwan, "Let's go out and see what's going on first."
"Based on last time's experience, we might need to complete some event to leave the dream."
Some event?
Su Muwan blinked, a light bulb going off in her head. She smiled brightly, "Oh, is it like last time when my doll was stolen, and you helped me, so we were able to leave the dream?"
But there was one thing Su Muwan didn't understand. After that time, the doll, which should have disappeared, miraculously appeared on her nightstand.
Qin Luo nodded with a smile, "You're so smart, Miss. Anyway, let's go to the library and look for some clues."
"Oh, by the way, I learned a few things when I arrived here."
Su Muwan was puzzled, "What things?"
"Well..."
Qin Luo walked to the door and pulled it open with a clatter.
Then he revealed the sight of guards lying sprawled outside, their faces swollen.
He turned to Su Muwan, whose expression had frozen, and smiled, "Miss, in this dream, it seems you're the fourth princess of the Great Yan Dynasty."
"Fourth princess?? Me??"
Su Muwan pointed at herself in disbelief. I can dream of being in such a position?
She then looked at Qin Luo, "And you? What's your identity?"
"Me..."
Qin Luo pointed at the unconscious guards on the ground and chuckled, "I don't seem to have any special identity. According to the locals, I might just be a commoner?"
"These guys..."
"Oh, these guys tried to stop me from coming in, so I knocked them out."
Hehe...
Su Muwan gave Qin Luo a look. Very fitting for what I know about Qin Luo.
A moment later.
"Alright, let's go."
Su Muwan and Qin Luo strolled out.
She looked back at the grand palace behind her and marveled, "Wow, I actually live in such a luxurious place."
As they walked, she curiously glanced around, "But this place seems pretty remote. If I'm a princess, why do I live here?"
"Or is this place just so big that it makes the distance seem far?"
Su Muwan chattered nonstop in Qin Luo's ear. Suddenly, she thought of something that piqued her curiosity and turned to Qin Luo, "By the way, Qin Luo, how come you can always find me in dreams?"
Qin Luo pretended to think for a moment, then turned to her with a smile, "Maybe it's the bond between us."
"Lovers are naturally drawn to each other."
"Oh, hehehe..."
Su Muwan giggled.
She walked beside Qin Luo with her hands behind her back, still puzzled, "But what do we need to do to leave this place?"
Then, half-jokingly, she added, "It's not like there's going to be some random troublemaker who provokes me, and we have to beat them up or something, right?"
"Haha, probably not. After all, I'm not the fourth princess now..."
Before she could finish.
An angry voice rang out from ahead, "Su Muwan?! Who gave you the guts to step out of your room?!"
Su Muwan: ??
Wait, did my mouth just jinx it?
Su Muwan and Qin Luo turned to look.
There, standing before them, was a woman dressed in luxurious attire, followed by a group of fully armed guards.
When she looked at Su Muwan, her eyes were filled with disdain.
And that wasn't all.
When she noticed Qin Luo standing beside Su Muwan, the woman's face twisted with anger, and a sly smile crept onto her lips, "Not bad, little troublemaker. Where did you find this pretty boy?"
"Hand him over to me, and I won't tell Father that you left the North Cold Palace."
Pretty boy?
Su Muwan's eye twitched, and she rubbed her temples in frustration.
Forget about how to leave this strange dream. The real question is...
Why, even in a dream...
Does my Qin Luo keep getting targeted?!
She glared furiously at the woman in front of her, her voice icy as she spoke, "What kind of trash are you? How dare you steal someone from me?"
"Why don't you take a good look at your own stupid face? Stop daydreaming all the time!"
The woman clearly hadn’t expected Su Muwan to utter such vulgar words.
For a moment, she stood frozen in place.
She took two steps back in disbelief, pointing at herself. "What did you just say to me, the imperial princess...?"
The surrounding guards were equally stunned.
They turned their gaze to Su Muwan, shouting angrily, "How dare you! You lowly troublemaker! How dare you speak to Her Highness, the First Princess, in such a manner!"
"You’re asking for death!"
With that, the guards’ aura surged, and their leader turned to the First Princess, speaking calmly, "Your Highness, please allow this subordinate to suppress this troublemaker!"
"Hiss... hiss..."
The First Princess gradually regained her composure, her face twisting into an ugly expression, her breathing becoming rapid.
She glared at Su Muwan, who stood there with an air of arrogance, and shrieked, "Kill this troublemaker—!"
Before she could finish her sentence.
"Enough noise."
Slap!
With a crisp sound, under the astonished gazes of everyone present, Qin Luo stepped forward in an instant, raising his hand and delivering a sharp slap across the First Princess’s face.
In that moment, the entire scene fell into complete silence.
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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.
