No way!
There was another woman in the room!
Shen Muxuan opened her bleary eyes, her stunning face filled with shock.
She wasn’t mistaken!
There really was another woman! And she was drop-dead gorgeous!
That bastard An Yi had actually brought another woman into the bedroom in the middle of the night!
Caught red-handed by Shen Muxuan, beads of sweat formed on An Yi’s forehead.
His breathing grew labored.
Pah! What was there to be caught for?
Shen Muxuan wasn’t his wife!
Why was he so nervous?
With that thought, An Yi’s courage surged back like a tiger’s.
Shangguan Qianqian, equally curious, studied Shen Muxuan.
Truth be told, she was quite confident—even a little arrogant—about her looks.
But this slightly ditzy girl in front of her was just as beautiful, if not more so.
And for men, this type—adorable and approachable—might be even more appealing than her own icy demeanor.
Shen Muxuan finally got a clear look at the woman’s face and gasped, her cherry lips parting slightly. "You… you’re Shangguan Qianqian?"
Shangguan Qianqian was currently a rising star in the entertainment industry.
Though not yet a household name, girls like Shen Muxuan, who spent their days binge-watching dramas, would definitely recognize her.
An Yi’s eyes lit up with an idea. "Surprise! You like Shangguan Qianqian, right? So I brought her here for you!"
"Ah! Really!?"
Joy flashed across Shen Muxuan’s face—before it immediately fell again.
Her pretty face darkened as she stared at him blankly. "Do you think I’m stupid?"
An Yi: "..."
Seems like she had eaten her fill tonight, and her IQ had reclaimed its rightful place!
What now?
Shangguan Qianqian watched Shen Muxuan with amusement.
She had a sharp eye—it was clear An Yi cared about this girl.
But in her memory, An Yi, the leader of the Xiuluo Sect, didn’t have a woman named Shen Muxuan by his side.
The ones who accompanied him were Qin Yao and a girl with the surname Lan.
So who was this girl?
Under Shen Muxuan’s intense glare, An Yi inexplicably felt a chill.
Shen Muxuan pouted angrily. "An Yi, you jerk! How could you… How could you do this to Yao Yao? She likes you so much, and here you are fooling around!"
An Yi’s brain worked at lightning speed. He cleared his throat.
"Muxuan, here’s what really happened. An hour ago, I saw some thugs harassing Shangguan Qianqian on the street. You know me—always full of justice and heroism. So I stepped in and saved her. And then—"
"Qianqian-jie, let’s sleep together tonight!"
Shen Muxuan cut him off with a sweet smile, completely ignoring his fabricated story as she turned to Shangguan Qianqian.
An Yi paled.
He had even prepared a whole script—complete with time, place, and plot—and she wasn’t even going to listen?
Shangguan Qianqian was taken aback by the girl’s sudden familiarity but nodded. "Alright."
Shen Muxuan then glared at An Yi. "You—go sleep in my room!"
"No!"
An Yi refused outright.
No way was he letting Shen Muxuan share a room with Shangguan Qianqian. This woman was full of secrets—who knew if she was friend or foe?
"Then where do you want to sleep?" Shen Muxuan huffed.
An Yi sat cross-legged by the window, his tone calm. "I’m not sleeping. You two go ahead."
3:00 AM.
An Yi remained seated on the floor, eyes wide awake.
Thankfully, Cheng Yuanfeng had once taught him the art of mental focus—a technique that drastically reduced the need for sleep.
The effects were remarkable. Not only did he need less rest, but he also felt incredibly energized.
…Though his hair was falling out a bit more than usual.
Maybe he should teach it to Bai Xiu later.
Shen Muxuan lay on the bed, dressed in her ancient-style robes, sleeping as peacefully as a kitten.
Shangguan Qianqian dozed on the floor, her usually cold face softening slightly in slumber.
Two equally breathtaking women slept soundly.
Yet here he was—An Yi, a man—staring blankly at the moon outside the window, lost in thought.
A soft shuffling sound reached his ears. He turned to see Shen Muxuan approaching.
"Not sleeping? What now?" he asked quietly.
"You’re still awake!" Shen Muxuan whispered, holding a blanket.
An Yi chuckled. "Go back to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll send her away tomorrow."
"I—I’m not jealous!" Shen Muxuan muttered, pouting.
An Yi yawned.
The mental focus technique could stave off drowsiness, but it wasn’t supernatural.
Seeing his fatigue, Shen Muxuan bit her lower lip and pointed at the bed. "Do you… want to sleep here?"
An Yi smiled. "Nah, it’s a single bed. No room for two."
"Idiot, we can squeeze in!"
Shen Muxuan rolled her eyes and dragged him onto the bed without another word.
An Yi: "..."
Something was definitely off about her tonight.
The narrow bed was undeniably cramped with two people.
Pressed against Shen Muxuan’s soft body, An Yi’s heart pounded wildly—so loud it echoed in the silent night.
Logically, after spending so much time with her, he should’ve built up some resistance.
He had thought he was immune to her charms by now, but clearly, that was a lie.
This fluttering in his chest was even more intense than when Shangguan Qianqian had been half-naked on top of him.
An Yi turned slightly, gazing at Shen Muxuan’s snow-white neck and breathing in the natural fragrance of her hair.
Even he had to admit—what he felt for her wasn’t just lust. It was genuine affection.
Shen Muxuan’s breathing was steady, but the tips of her ears were bright red, betraying that she was wide awake.
An Yi tentatively rested his hand on her slender waist, as if by accident.
When she didn’t react, he grew bolder, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her delicate body closer.
Shen Muxuan’s cheeks burned crimson, but a small smile curled her lips.
This blockhead…
Finally getting a clue!
Then, she frowned and swatted away the strange, hard object poking her from behind. She turned and pinched An Yi’s nose, whispering fiercely, "No touching my butt!"
"You’re awake?" An Yi blinked in surprise.
Their faces were so close they could feel each other’s breath.
Shen Muxuan stared at him with wide, luminous eyes.
An Yi smirked.
The intimate distance between them grew even more charged.
Gazing at Shen Muxuan’s tempting lips, An Yi swallowed hard.
"Even though we’re sharing a bed, you better behave!" Shen Muxuan warned. "Or else… or else I’ll beat you up—"
Before she could finish, An Yi leaned in and kissed her.
"You—!"
Shen Muxuan’s eyes widened—then slowly fluttered shut.
Her long lashes trembled like butterfly wings as she clumsily kissed him back, her slender arms wrapping around his neck.
The night was intoxicating.
Silent. Romantic.
Only Shangguan Qianqian lay wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for dawn.
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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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
