Su Xiyan was originally quite slender, and today her complexion was especially pale, making her look rather frail.
However, if she said she didn't even have the strength to cut a steak, Chen Shuo didn't believe it.
Seeing how hard Su Xiyan was trying to go hunt vampires, he reluctantly helped cut the steak for her.
Chen Shuo took the knife and fork from Su Xiyan's hand and cut the steak for her.
Su Xiyan parted her cherry lips and accepted the steak Chen Shuo had cut.
"Hmm, not bad cooking skills."
Chen Shuo was nonchalant: "I've always been quite confident in my cooking abilities."
"Hurry up and eat, then go to sleep!"
"Can you make it through the kendo club's friendly competition tomorrow?"
Su Xiyan nodded: "No problem, it's just a small match."
Chen Shuo looked at Su Xiyan and felt her condition was recovering remarkably quickly.
Could this be the resilience of a second-tier golden demon hunter?
It seemed quite formidable!
Su Xiyan hadn't eaten dinner and had engaged in high-intensity combat for five or six hours, so her stomach was terribly empty. The steak disappeared quickly, with just one small piece left.
Not knowing why, Chen Shuo had a sudden urge to tease Su Xiyan.
He deliberately brought the last morsel close to Su Xiyan’s mouth with his fork, then swiftly pulled it back and popped it into his own mouth when she was about to bite down.
Chen Shuo chewed the steak vigorously, shaking his head: “Hmm...the taste really is good!”
Su Xiyan’s slender brows furrowed together: “Give me back my steak!”
Chen Shuo opened his mouth and pointed at the steak inside: “You want to eat it? Come and take it yourself.”
Chen Shuo didn’t gloat for long. Su Xiyan threw a punch at his chest, making him involuntarily cough. The still unswallowed steak spewed out onto the floor.
Now the steak was uneaten and he’d been punched as well. And on top of it all, he had to clean the floor too.
Su Xiyan’s eyes were icy cold. “That’s what you get for messing around. Hurry up and clean it thoroughly. Get some good rest too―there’s still the match tomorrow!”
Chen Shuo sulked indignantly: “The match is none of my business. I'm not even competing.”
Su Xiyan reminded him: “Have you forgotten there are vampires in the opposing kendo club? Are you sure you won’t go?”
In fact, Chen Shuo hadn't forgotten about this at all. He was just deliberately provoking Su Xiyan.
Seeing Su Xiyan stride away on her long legs, Chen Shuo suddenly remembered something and called out to stop her: “Su Xiyan!”
Su Xiyan turned back, a puzzled look on her charming face: “Hmm? What is it?”
Chen Shuo looked at her doubtfully: “Weren’t you extremely weak? How did you recover so quickly?”
Oh no! Su Xiyan now remembered that amidst things, she had actually forgotten to keep up the act of feigning weakness.
She hurriedly leaned against her forehead with one hand: “Now that you mention it, I really am feeling a little dizzy.”
“It’s all your fault!”
Chen Shuo: “???”
He thought to himself: What does this have to do with me? Why blame me?
But then again, it was true that Su Xiyan had ended up desperately hunting vampires because of him.
Considering this, Chen Shuo decided not to quibble with Su Xiyan.
After being reminded by Chen Shuo, Su Xiyan resumed her exhausted and feeble appearance.
Chen Shuo couldn't help scoffing: “Isn’t the contrast a bit too dramatic? I suspect you're pretending on purpose.”
Su Xiyan rubbed her temples, speaking in a breathless voice:
“Go find a demon hunter and fight continuously for five or six hours, see how you feel then?”
Chen Shuo recalled that when Su Xiyan was hunting mid-tier vampires last time, she did seem to have some trouble. When dodging attacks, she had even cut her ankle.
What Su Xiyan said did seem quite reasonable after all.
Su Xiyan's legs gave way and she deliberately collapsed towards Chen Shuo.
Chen Shuo’s hands caught Su Xiyan's slender waist, supporting her as they walked to the master bedroom.
Drawing back the quilt, Chen Shuo gently laid Su Xiyan on the bed and covered her with the blanket.
Su Xiyan truly appeared extremely frail. As soon as she lay down, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Even her breathing grew long and steady.
Chen Shuo was about to get up and leave when he realized his arm was still under Su Xiyan’s head.
That was the posture from setting her down just now.
Chen Shuo held his breath, wanting to slide his arm out from under Su Xiyan’s head.
But the moment he moved, Su Xiyan’s brows furrowed as if very uncomfortable, seemingly on the verge of waking.
Chen Shuo was quite exasperated.
She’s like a pig—falling asleep so fast? Is this the so-called legendary ability to instantly fall asleep?
But considering her feeble state and recalling her blood-drenched appearance when she first returned, barely able to stand, Chen Shuo's heart softened again.
Luckily there was a soft rug by Su Xiyan’s bed. Chen Shuo sat down on it, his hand still under Su Xiyan’s head, not daring to budge an inch.
Fortunately his phone was in his pocket and his other hand could still move.
Chen Shuo's left hand remained pinned under Su Xiyan’s head while his right hand lay by the bed playing on his phone. He maintained this half-kneeling, half-sitting posture by the bedside.
He’d play on his phone for a bit—once Su Xiyan was in deep sleep, he could slip away.
But why were his eyelids growing so heavy?
Gradually, Chen Shuo’s eyes began seeing double when looking at his phone.
Finally, he could not resist any longer and his eyes drifted shut.
Hearing Chen Shuo start to lightly snore, Su Xiyan slowly opened her eyes.
Slumped half-kneeling by the bed, Chen Shuo had fallen asleep in that posture, eyes closed.
The small nightlight by the bedside was on, bathing the room in its warm yellow glow and creating an especially cozy atmosphere.
Su Xiyan’s gaze was clear and tranquil as she looked upon Chen Shuo’s sleeping profile that resembled an utterly adorable child’s. Because in sleep, all that could be seen on his face was peace.
The night deepened and the nighttime temperature grew somewhat cool.
With her head resting on Chen Shuo’s arm, Su Xiyan lay on her side gazing at his sleeping form. This damned sense of security—what was that about?
He was merely a low-tier vampire, a weakling before the formidable Su Xiyan who could crush him with a single finger. Yet why did she feel protected when he was by her side?
Please! From the perspective of combat power it should be her protecting him, right?
Truly bizarre!
Su Xiyan relished in this extremely contradictory yet genuinely existing sensation as she closed her eyes and sank into deep slumber.
The next morning, Chen Shuo was roused awake by the ringtone of his phone alarm.
Opening his eyes, he saw not his own bedroom’s ceiling.
He was so startled that he sprang up from the rug like a jack-in-the-box.
Having just stood, Chen Shuo felt his left arm had gone stiff and both legs numb.
His numb legs couldn’t muster an ounce of strength at all. Chen Shuo’s whole body slumped towards the bed.
At the instant before falling onto the soft bed, Chen Shuo caught sight of Su Xiyan lying in it.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
