Drip, drip!
Bai Qionglan's tears fell continuously onto Leng Ling'er's face.
She pursed her lips, silently gazing at Leng Ling'er.
"Qionglan... what's wrong?"
Leng Ling'er was momentarily stunned; she had never seen Bai Qionglan like this before.
"I... I..."
Bai Qionglan wanted to blurt out that the person she had always liked was actually Ling'er herself!
But...
What would Ling'er think of her if she said it?
What if Ling'er looked down on her for being attracted to girls?
What if they couldn't even remain friends afterward?
In an instant, the courage Bai Qionglan had mustered dissipated once again.
She closed her eyes, shook her head, and said in a choked voice, "I'm sorry, Ling'er... I was thinking about my engagement."
"I have to marry a man I don't like."
Hearing this, Leng Ling'er immediately recalled the man named Xiao Lin from the Yan Xing Group banquet.
Qionglan's older brother had mentioned that Xiao Lin and Qionglan were engaged...
Without hesitation, Leng Ling'er sat up and hugged Bai Qionglan tightly, exclaiming, "Qionglan, if you hate it, then I'll help you too!"
"What era is this, still forcing arranged marriages!"
"I'll talk to my brother-in-law later! I'll have him teach that Xiao Lin a lesson!"
"Let him know that a toad like him can never feast on swan meat!"
"Qionglan, don't be sad. We're all on your side!"
Her comforting words felt just like when they had first met.
Bai Qionglan continued to shed tears, sobbing as she held onto Leng Ling'er.
Ling'er... actually... that's not what I wanted to say...
But I'm afraid that if I say it... you'll leave me.
Maybe this is fine... just staying close to Ling'er like this is enough for me.
After being comforted for a while, Bai Qionglan's emotions gradually settled. She wiped her tears, picked up the controller, and said to Leng Ling'er, "Ling'er, I'm fine now. Let's keep playing..."
However, as she spoke, Bai Qionglan noticed that Leng Ling'er's gaze was fixed on her neck.
"Ling'er?"
Bai Qionglan was puzzled. She followed Leng Ling'er's line of sight and realized that her jade pendant had somehow slipped out from under her clothes.
Seeing Leng Ling'er staring at it, she held it in her hand, her expression turning somewhat somber. "Are you curious about this? I think I mentioned it to you before. Actually, this is..."
Before she could finish, Leng Ling'er suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! I remember now! No wonder this jade pendant looks so familiar!"
She excitedly grabbed Bai Qionglan's pendant, her eyes shining as she looked at her. "Qionglan! My brother-in-law has a pendant made of the same material!"
"His is a dragon head pendant, and yours looks like the other half—like a dragon's tail."
"It seems like they're a matching set!"
"Can you lend this to me? I want to show it to my brother-in-law!"
As soon as these words were spoken...
?????
The sudden wave of sadness vanished, leaving Bai Qionglan's mind completely blank.
Huh???
Wait, what's going on??
The other half is with your brother-in-law?? Huh??
......
......
The Leng Family.
Inside the walk-in closet.
Thanks to Gu Yan's excessive shopping, the closet was now filled with clothes for both Leng Qingqiu and Leng Ling'er.
The difference between their wardrobes was immediately apparent.
Leng Ling'er's clothes were mostly youthful, cute, and trendy, with even some cosplay outfits mixed in.
On the other hand, Leng Qingqiu's clothes leaned toward a more mature, sophisticated style.
Leng Qingqiu casually walked to a familiar spot and began feeling around.
Having read extensively, she could immediately discern the quality of the fabric by touch, confirming that the clothes were undoubtedly expensive.
However, as she continued to feel the fabrics, Leng Qingqiu sighed softly.
Ever since she had lost her sight, she had stopped paying much attention to her outfits.
After all, she couldn't see them anymore. Her philosophy had always been that dressing well was something one did for oneself.
Seeing a beautifully dressed version of herself would always lift her spirits.
But now... that feeling was gone.
Still...
Turning her head toward Gu Yan, who was standing at the door, Leng Qingqiu said softly, "Close the door and step outside. I need to change."
Hearing this, Gu Yan's face lit up with an inexplicable sense of anticipation. He cautiously asked, "Qingqiu, can I watch you change?"
?
Leng Qingqiu's composure instantly shattered, her face flushing with embarrassment as she snapped, "No!"
Damn it! Why did he have to ruin the mood like that?!
At least read the room a little!
Click~
Gu Yan, disappointed, was shooed out of the room, sighing loudly as he went.
Leng Qingqiu, meanwhile, angrily began picking out her clothes.
Though she couldn't see, she could visualize the outfits in her mind through touch.
Leng Qingqiu told herself she just wanted to quickly change into something to satisfy that pervert Gu Yan.
Then she could finally focus on her studies in peace!
She picked up a piece of clothing, felt it, and nodded. "I'll just pick something at random."
And so...
An hour later.
After spending an hour squatting outside the door scrolling through short videos, Gu Yan finally heard a voice from inside.
"You can come in now."
!!
Gu Yan's face lit up with joy. He immediately stood up, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.
Perhaps because Leng Qingqiu had been in the closet for so long, the entire room was now filled with her familiar scent.
But that wasn't the main point.
His gaze quickly shifted to Leng Qingqiu, and in an instant, he froze.
There she stood, wearing a deep black high-neck wool sweater that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with slim-fit jeans that accentuated her long, straight legs. The sweater was neatly tucked into the jeans, creating a clean and polished look.
Over this, she wore a long gray coat that added a touch of sophistication.
Leng Qingqiu's lips curved into a subtle, elegant smile.
Her arms were casually crossed in front of her, exuding confidence and poise. Her entire demeanor radiated a unique charm. She lightly tapped her bare foot, still in slippers, and chuckled softly, "What do you think? Since we're at home, I didn't bother changing shoes."
With those words, combined with Leng Qingqiu's naturally cold yet stunning beauty and her aura, Gu Yan was completely dumbstruck.
And... thump! thump! thump!
His heart was pounding wildly. This version of Leng Qingqiu...
He had never seen her like this before! It felt so fresh and exciting!
No! No! I can't take it anymore!!
"Qingqiu! I really can't hold back anymore!"
"You're just... too beautiful!!"
Leng Qingqiu, on the other hand, was waiting for Gu Yan's reaction.
After a moment of silence, when she finally heard his exaggerated praise, she couldn't help but feel a little flutter of joy in her heart.
She tilted her head slightly and let out a soft, proud hum. "Of course, I don't need you to tell me that. Now you should be satisfied... mmm!!"
But before she could finish, she felt her hands being pinned against the wardrobe.
And then... a wave of intense warmth pressed against her.
Before she knew it, Gu Yan had already closed the distance between them.
Leng Qingqiu... was instantly rendered powerless.
You... you jerk...
So this was your plan all along?
[The other me, your efficiency has improved a lot...]
[I see... you had this all figured out from the start...]
Little Cold... shut up...
It's not what you think...
Leng Qingqiu wanted to resist, but her body, weakened by the situation, couldn't muster the strength.
And so, the two of them found themselves entangled once again.
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!"
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?"
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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
