Creak~
The door to Gu Yan's room was pushed open without any resistance.
It was so effortless that Xiao Leng couldn't help but think that Gu Yan might have left it unlocked, anticipating someone's arrival.
Stepping inside, Xiao Leng's "furnace radar" immediately detected Gu Yan sleeping on the bed.
She walked up to him with an expressionless face.
Moonlight spilled over the edge of the bed, illuminating Gu Yan's sleeping face.
His features were strikingly handsome, his face appearing exceptionally gentle and refined under the moonlight.
According to online standards, Xiao Leng would give his looks a perfect 10 out of 10.
She nodded calmly, "He’s barely acceptable as my furnace."
As someone equally exceptional, Xiao Leng naturally wanted her furnace to be outstanding as well.
Because Gu Yan possessed the "Pure Love Body," he constantly exuded a sweet aura that stirred Xiao Leng's emotions.
She reached out her hand, aiming for Gu Yan's chest.
But no... directly absorbing the furnace's energy was clearly the least efficient method.
"Wait a little longer... just a little longer..."
Xiao Leng withdrew her hand, covering her face as if trying to suppress something. Only by savoring the furnace slowly could she elevate her perception to its peak.
Only then... could she prove to her other self who truly owned this body.
"Hiss... hah..."
"Let's begin, then. The proper way to use a furnace."
Xiao Leng took a light breath, her eyes filled with an aggressive desire for Gu Yan.
Her usual indifference vanished, and Gu Yan lay before her like an irresistibly tempting cake.
Yet, she still had to restrain herself, careful not to devour him all at once.
She reached out, adjusting her expression to match Leng Qingqiu's usual cold and aloof demeanor. With a touch of icy allure, she pulled back the blanket covering Gu Yan.
However... to Xiao Leng's surprise, Gu Yan was sleeping naked.
At this moment, he was only wearing a pair of boxers.
In the night, the soft moonlight outlined Gu Yan's perfect physique.
His tall and well-proportioned body, with smooth but not overly exaggerated muscle lines, exuded a powerful yet graceful beauty.
Combined with his Pure Love Body, the overwhelming allure continuously stimulated Xiao Leng's nerves.
She remained in this position for several minutes.
A faint blush gradually spread across Xiao Leng's cheeks.
"Heh, an interesting furnace."
The corner of Xiao Leng's lips curled slightly, as if she were deeply intrigued by the sight of Gu Yan before her.
She decided to wake him up later.
Extending a finger, she gently pressed it against Gu Yan's chest.
Thump! Thump!!
The strong heartbeat resonated through her fingertip. She withdrew her hand, bringing it to her lips and lightly sucking on the tip of her finger.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
Under the moonlight, Xiao Leng's eyes gradually turned crimson.
Ah~ I can feel it~~ this sensation~
This taste~
The crucial heart's blood... lies within Gu Yan's chest.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!
The dagger in Xiao Leng's heart grew restless, as if eager to plunge into Gu Yan's chest.
If she wanted to, Xiao Leng could simply summon the dagger, stab it into Gu Yan's chest, and extract the heart's blood to break the seal on Leng Qingqiu's eyes.
But... no... she had to endure a little longer.
It was like building a foundation.
The foundation she had laid so far was far from reaching its critical point.
Methods to enhance her perception were scarce, and having a stable, fast furnace to aid her growth was something she had to utilize perfectly.
"Furnace... you're truly amazing..."
Xiao Leng reached out again, her fingertips gliding over Gu Yan's flawless body.
She continuously felt the immense vitality within this body. Even if she absorbed it directly, her strength would likely increase significantly.
Heh, I can't wait for the day I completely drain you...
Time passed minute by minute, and Xiao Leng's breathing grew slightly faster.
The gentle tracing of her fingertips was no longer enough. She began pressing her palm against Gu Yan, feeling the power of his body more intimately.
Perhaps it was to vent the frustration of being trapped inside Leng Qingqiu during the day, unable to emerge and constantly mocked by her.
Xiao Leng leaned down slightly, her alluring red lips close to Gu Yan's ear. With a breath as fragrant as orchids, she whispered mockingly, "The other me... oh, the other me, it's a pity you don't know Gu Yan's true nature."
"You don't realize that the troublesome impostor 'Night' is actually him."
"If you knew, would you still love him so much?"
"Of course... you might never find out, or you might unknowingly fall deeper into the illusion of love woven by the furnace."
"You might do many things that only lovers would do."
"But... what a shame, the other me..."
Xiao Leng's tone was filled with the resentment of being trapped within Leng Qingqiu's body, only able to emerge at night. "Before you... I've already experienced something else from the furnace."
Her voice grew more delighted, as if she found it thrilling and satisfying to whisper such shocking things into the ear of the person her other self loved most.
Xiao Leng wasn't worried about whether Gu Yan would notice. She was enjoying this rare moment of freedom and pleasure.
Then, she raised her head, shifting her position slightly, and placed her palm against Gu Yan's face.
Under the moonlight, she carefully examined his features.
"Such a handsome furnace."
"It would be wonderful if the other me could see this."
"Oh... I forgot, you can't see. And the condition for you to see is..."
"Heh, will you cry, the other me, when you learn this cruel truth?"
Xiao Leng was unusually talkative, completely unlike the silent presence she was within Leng Qingqiu's mind.
For a long time, trapped inside Leng Qingqiu, her only conversation partner was Leng Qingqiu herself—or rather, herself.
It was almost laughable. She had been born from Leng Qingqiu's body five years ago due to an intense trauma.
She was absolute evil, purely driven by self-interest, unshaken by anything.
Her purpose in this world was singular.
That is...
Revenge!
Even this furnace before her... was merely something she eagerly wanted to drain completely.
"Alright, I've admired enough..."
"It's time to start the game."
Xiao Leng murmured to herself, her expression gradually shifting to match Leng Qingqiu's—a cold, icy beauty with a hint of humanity.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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?"
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.”
