The next day.
The morning in the Frostbound Sanctuary carried a hint of icy chill, yet it was also infused with a refreshing crispness.
Inside the bedchamber of the sanctuary’s main palace, faint light seeped through the massive crystalline windows, casting a soft glow across the ice-carved and jade-adorned room.
Su Muwan’s long hair cascaded like a waterfall over the pillow, her fair cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still hazy with the drowsiness of sleep.
"Mmm…"
She let out a soft murmur, instinctively nuzzling closer to the warmth beside her. Her cheek pressed against a firm chest, and the steady rhythm of breathing reached her ears.
"Ah… haa!"
She took a deep breath of the morning air, her nose filled with a familiar scent—a delicate fragrance mingled with Qin Luo’s distinct presence, wrapping her in an indescribable sense of comfort.
"Huh? Why does it smell so good?"
Su Muwan blinked, still half-asleep, and inhaled deeply a few more times, as if trying to devour the scent whole.
"Ahh! Haa! Haa!! Qin Luo’s scent!! Haa haa haa!! I’ll inhale it all!!"
She trembled slightly as she breathed in greedily, only to suddenly realize she was curled up in Qin Luo’s arms.
"Eh…?"
She lifted her head slightly, her gaze settling on Qin Luo’s sleeping profile. His expression was peaceful, his breathing even, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of his lips.
Su Muwan’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, an inexplicable warmth rising in her chest. She reached out, poking his cheek with her fingertip.
Blinking once, she muttered under her breath,
"Serves you right for causing so much trouble. Tired now, aren’t you?"
"Just a measly Qin Luo…"
A smug grin tugged at her lips, though she tried to suppress it.
Just then, Qin Luo’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened. His gaze was still clouded with sleep, but the moment it landed on Su Muwan, it softened instantly.
"Good morning, my lady."
His voice was husky from sleep, yet so tender it could melt hearts.
Su Muwan’s face burned even hotter. She quickly withdrew her hand and turned away with a haughty huff.
"Hmph! Who told you to hold me like this?"
In response, Qin Luo chuckled and pulled her even closer, murmuring by her ear,
"But wasn’t it you who crawled into my arms last night, whining about how cold it was and refusing to sleep unless I held you?"
"Y-You’re lying!"
Su Muwan’s face turned scarlet, and she glared at him indignantly.
"Am I?" Qin Luo feigned innocence, his smirk widening. "Should I remind you, my lady?"
"D-Don’t you dare!"
She thumped his chest in protest, though her fists carried no real force—more like kittenish pats.
Qin Luo laughed and caught her hand, holding it gently in his.
His lips curled uncontrollably.
Ah, yes.
A flustered Su Muwan was simply too adorable!
Under his gaze, Su Muwan’s blush deepened, her expression a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, the warmth of his fingers sending her pulse racing.
Suddenly, an idea struck her.
Gritting her teeth, she put on her most imperious tone.
"Y-You! Release this lady at once!"
She glared at him, her voice laced with feigned anger, though the mirth in her eyes betrayed her. Her gaze darted away, unable to meet his teasing stare, as if afraid he’d see right through her flustered heart.
Oh? Playing this game so early in the morning?
Qin Luo smirked, his voice dripping with playful mischief.
"How could I ever dare to bully the Frostbound Sanctuary’s lady? I merely wish to serve you properly, Your Grace."
His low, velvety tone sent shivers down her spine, her heartbeat growing even more erratic.
"Here, feel for yourself…"
Still holding her hand, he pressed her palm against his warm chest, his eyes wide with faux sincerity.
"Your Grace, I swear—my intentions are pure."
Thump. Thump.
Su Muwan’s fingertips tingled at the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, each pulse resonating deep within her. Her fingers trembled slightly, the heat radiating from him making her skin prickle.
Pure intentions?
That won’t do at all.
She bit her lip.
(Let it be known—Su Muwan was not some shameless girl!)
But!
This… this was all for the sake of cultivation!
So!
Hehe!
If you have no impure thoughts…
Then I’ll just have to supply them myself.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as she tried to steady herself. Yet Qin Luo’s smoldering gaze made it impossible to stay composed.
"Hmph! Smooth-talker! You’re clearly up to no good!"
She shot him a reproachful look, her voice laced with exaggerated haughtiness.
"This lady sentences you to punishment!"
"Let go—now!"
Qin Luo obediently released her hand, his expression the picture of feigned remorse—though his eyes still sparkled with mischief.
"Y-Your Grace… what do you intend to do?"
The more submissive he acted, the more excited Su Muwan became.
A sly grin curled her lips as she leaned in, her voice dripping with triumph.
"Hehe! What do I intend?"
She paused dramatically, then—
In one swift motion, she seized the front of Qin Luo’s robes and yanked him toward her.
Her movements were rough, almost domineering.
Qin Luo barely had time to react before her lips crashed against his.
"Mmmph!"
Slurp—!
Her lips were soft, warm, and sweet, as if determined to steal his very breath.
For a split second, Qin Luo froze—then his eyes crinkled with amusement, his arms encircling her waist as he kissed her back.
His touch was gentle, coaxing her to relax into the embrace.
At first, Su Muwan’s kiss was clumsy, but under his guidance, she gradually melted into it, her fingers tightening around his collar as if afraid he might vanish.
She was drowning in the heat of the moment, utterly lost.
Only after what felt like an eternity did she finally pull away, her face flushed crimson.
Her eyes were glazed, her lips slightly parted, her entire demeanor softened by the kiss.
"Th-This… is your punishment!"
She tried to sound stern, but her voice trembled, betraying her flustered state.
Qin Luo chuckled, brushing his thumb along her cheek, his gaze unbearably fond.
"If this is my punishment, Your Grace… then I’ll gladly accept it every time."
Su Muwan's face flushed even redder. She bit her lip and feigned anger as she glared at him, "Hmph, smooth talker! This lady won’t fall for your tricks!"
Qin Luo chuckled, gently pinching her cheek with a voice soft and deep, "Your Highness, are you... blushing?"
"W-who’s blushing?!"
"Well then, my lady, shall we get up now?"
"Get up?! We haven’t taken care of business in ages! Let’s settle it first!"
"Oh??"
Mwah mwah mwah mwah!!!
And then Su Muwan kissed him to her heart’s content.
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
