An Xiaowei shuddered just thinking about it.
"Girls can totally be with girls, right? Ask any girl—who wouldn’t want a rich lolita to pamper them?" Si’s tone was as cheeky as ever.
"But in your case, forget it," Si added lazily.
An Xiaowei: ?
"Who are you looking down on? I used to be over six feet tall, you know. I was the boss of my construction site," An Xiaowei retorted, itching to poke Si’s head in frustration.
"Boss of the construction site," Si burst out laughing, as if she couldn’t hold it in.
An Xiaowei: …
Well, she’d just been humili—no, more like insulted.
But this girl really did look petite.
There was nothing remotely masculine about her—though it wasn’t too different from playing a cute female character in games. An Xiaowei could handle it. Back when she played as a "moe girl," guys would flirt with her too. Probably the same deal here.
Stepping out of the university campus, An Xiaowei noted Li Jiaojiao’s performance. She definitely had what it took to keep the male lead’s attention.
Most missions were tied to the female lead, and since Yan Chen couldn’t even meet An Wan right now, there wasn’t much progress to be made.
After all, the tasks usually involved things like physical contact or dates.
An Xiaowei could only think: No lewdness allowed~
When she left the restaurant, An Xiaowei covered her face with a mask, shielding herself from the lingering stares.
"Didn’t expect you to be so chaste."
An Xiaowei had long given up arguing with the system. There was no point—after all, how could a robot be "angered to death"?
Before she could even return to the villa, Ning Moqing caught her.
It was practically an on-the-spot arrest.
An Xiaowei had no idea what she’d done wrong. Staring up at the tall, elegant beauty in a floral dress fluttering in the wind, she—a tiny, soft creature—shrank into the corner, trembling.
"What do you want? I’m warning you, if you come any closer, something terrible will happen!"
Ning Moqing frowned but wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
"Wanwan told me you’re dating someone. She asked me to bring you to my place. This way, I can also supervise your thesis writing."
An Xiaowei coughed hard.
"Dating? Who?" She was utterly baffled.
She had a girlfriend? Where? Where?
Ning Moqing stayed silent for a moment, then pulled up An Xiaowei’s social media. The latest post read:
"Day one without him… missing him."
An Xiaowei: …
Wasn’t that just a post she made after her hands got tired from washing bedsheets?
Ugh, she just wanted to go back to normal. How did it turn into…
Self-pollination?
"No way. I don’t like living with girls," An Xiaowei protested.
"Then… how about a lollipop?" Ning Moqing wasn’t sure how to coax her—well, technically a girl.
An Xiaowei: ?
A single candy as a bribe?
She really felt like laughing.
"Make it ten."
"Big sis, what are you saying? I love living with girls!" An Xiaowei’s anger instantly melted into a sweet smile as she eagerly pulled open the car door and climbed in.
Ning Moqing: …
"I’m already in my twenties—hardly a ‘girl’ anymore," Ning Moqing murmured, rubbing her temples. After saying this, she turned to pack An Xiaowei’s clothes from the villa.
There weren’t many, so it didn’t take long.
When she returned to the car with the clothes, An Xiaowei was already asleep, phone clutched in her arms.
The girl’s delicate neck and collarbone were exposed, pale as snow. Ning Moqing’s fingers unconsciously brushed over the collarbone, lightly tracing it, raising goosebumps in their wake.
Snapping back to reality, she quickly shut the car door and took the driver’s seat.
No. That matter was still too difficult for her. But how had things even come to this?
Ning Moqing had a headache.
Should she blame An Wan for meddling, or herself for being so unsettled?
After bringing An Xiaowei home, Ning Moqing made sure to buy her a bag of candy.
"Thank you, sis!" Her voice was bright and sweet.
"Don’t call just anyone ‘sis’ so casually," Ning Moqing said, her face warming slightly.
That "sis" had gone straight to her heart—sweet as honey.
"Huh?" An Xiaowei blinked.
She didn’t get it. She’d always called Ning Moqing that.
Was there something wrong?
Before An Xiaowei could process it, Ning Moqing glanced at a closed door nearby and looked away.
"That room is being borrowed by a friend’s relative. Don’t provoke her. I won’t always be home, but you still need to work on your thesis. Finish it early, get your advisor’s approval, and you can start job hunting." She gently ruffled An Xiaowei’s hair, her heart softening at the girl’s innocent gaze.
She was just too adorable.
As soon as Ning Moqing finished speaking, the door inside creaked open. A woman in a white T-shirt stepped out, her alluring eyes lighting up when they landed on An Xiaowei.
"So this is the little sister of that big celebrity? Hi, I’m Xu Ya." She extended a hand with a soft smile.
Her features were striking—even without makeup, there was a seductive edge to her, something faintly dangerous.
But An Xiaowei wasn’t the type to be scared of girls. She reached out too.
"Hi, I’m An Xiaowei."
Xu Ya’s eyes gleamed with interest at the sight of the girl’s fair, delicate hand—but before she could touch it, Ning Moqing smacked it away.
"She’s staying here for a while. Keep your thoughts to yourself."
Her tone was firm.
This was exactly why she hadn’t wanted An Xiaowei staying with her in the first place.
Xu Ya was gay—and very experienced. She had a thing for petite, soft-spoken girls and had broken more than a few hearts. An Xiaowei’s looks were exactly her type.
An Xiaowei tilted her head in confusion. Thoughts? What thoughts?
Before she could figure it out, Xu Ya pouted.
"Fine, fine, got it. I’m heading back—exhausted. Been busy all night." She stretched lazily.
Still… a crying, soft little mochi of a girl was so tantalizing.
But those others were just ordinary. This celebrity’s little sister, though—there was something different about her. Xu Ya couldn’t quite place it.
But if they could spend a night together… wouldn’t that be…
Fun?
She’d treat this girl so well.
Xu Ya smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes, before shutting the door with a snap.
Only after she was gone did Ning Moqing relax, patting An Xiaowei’s head.
"You’ll listen to your sis, won’t you?"
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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!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
