Seeing Jiang Ningshu's current disheveled state, Su Luo remarked, "Demon Lord, mind your demeanor. If you keep acting weak, your crown will fall."
"The one before you is just a person named Jiang Ningshu, hehe..."
Jiang Ningshu even closed her eyes, nuzzling her face against Su Luo's shoulder.
After sharing so many heartfelt words with Su Luo, her mood had lightened considerably.
But just as this moment should have remained perfect, Jiang Ningshu suddenly thought of another question.
"So, how are you going to face Nangong Xiyun?"
That was a good question, and Su Luo was still pondering it.
If Nangong Xiyun's feelings for him were fake—or even if he could convince himself they were—it would be easier. Su Luo would feel no burden and continue walking his own path.
But if Nangong Xiyun's words were genuine, the weight would be unbearable.
Moreover, having come this far, Su Luo felt there was no turning back. After spending so much time in the Heavenly Demon Sect, was there even a chance for redemption?
Perhaps, but deep down, Su Luo didn’t want to whitewash himself. Everything he had done so far was by his own will.
A setup by the system? Don’t make him laugh. Su Luo had relived his life so many times that he’d long since profited beyond measure.
In the end, it was still Su Luo who chose his path with his own will.
He had no regrets, so he wouldn’t go out of his way to justify his actions.
"How to face her? One step at a time."
Su Luo guessed he would have to let Nangong Xiyun down.
"Su Luo, even you have moments of uncertainty."
"Yeah, I’m just an ordinary person too."
Su Luo carried Jiang Ningshu out.
"Your palace is nearby."
"Of course, we’re going to yours. You’re not planning to abandon an injured person, are you?" Jiang Ningshu lightly bumped her head against Su Luo’s twice.
Sorry, but he’d never seen such a formidable "injured person."
Jiang Ningshu didn’t even have any serious wounds.
"Fine, fine."
But since she insisted, Su Luo took her back to his residence.
As soon as they entered, Little Yu was the first to greet them.
"Su Luo, you’re hurt." Little Yu’s voice was laced with heartache.
"Just a scratch."
Then Su Luo spotted Nangong Xiyun.
Nangong Xiyun spoke up, "Let me heal you."
She had already noticed Jiang Ningshu on Su Luo’s back.
Jiang Ningshu gave her a faint smile.
Who had they fought? Nangong Xiyun was curious.
"Alright, I also have something to ask you."
Su Luo set Jiang Ningshu down. Since Nangong Xiyun hadn’t left, this was good—they needed to settle things.
Jiang Ningshu prepared to watch the show, eager to see how things would unfold and what they would say.
With her here, Nangong Xiyun probably wouldn’t make any drastic moves.
But then Little Yu pulled her away.
Little Yu believed this was a matter between the two of them—they needed to talk it out alone.
Finally, only Nangong Xiyun and Su Luo remained.
Nangong Xiyun began healing Su Luo.
After a moment of silence, Su Luo spoke.
"So, what do you mean by all this?"
Without hesitation, Nangong Xiyun replied, "I like you."
After days of adjusting, she had regained control over herself—at least enough to say this without feeling shy.
Su Luo was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to cut straight to the point.
"Are you serious?"
Nangong Xiyun leaned in and kissed him.
A long moment passed.
"I’m serious."
Should Su Luo be happy?
Yes, he was.
But what came after?
His rationality hadn’t abandoned him yet. "This makes things difficult for me. Did it ever occur to you that I might reject you?"
"I just wanted to express my feelings. Su Luo, right now, I only want you to know that I stay by your side not because of any ulterior motive—but because I like being with you."
"Honestly, I don’t fully believe you."
It was wise to be cautious. Su Luo truly struggled to accept that Nangong Xiyun had no other purpose in staying with him.
"Like"? Maybe this was just a ploy to gain his trust.
Then again, Su Luo also doubted that. Because she was Nangong Xiyun—her pride would never allow her to use such methods for any goal, no matter what it was.
So Su Luo was torn. He both believed and didn’t believe, unable to convince himself either way.
"I know. Time will prove everything."
"That alone isn’t enough to convince me."
Nangong Xiyun kissed Su Luo again.
She was growing accustomed to it—perhaps even addicted?
At the very least, it didn’t feel bad. The initial shyness was gone, replaced only by sweetness in her heart.
"Stop, stop. This won’t solve anything."
She was too passionate. Su Luo had never seen this side of Nangong Xiyun before. Where was her usual aloofness? Had she played the role of "A-Yun" so well that she’d lost her original personality?
Nangong Xiyun sighed. "Because right now, I have no other way to prove myself."
Besides, kissing Su Luo both proved her feelings and let her indulge—wasn’t that a win-win?
If Su Luo didn’t believe her, maybe she should just keep kissing him until he did? This idea suddenly popped into Nangong Xiyun’s mind.
What kind of logic was that? Yet she genuinely considered it a viable plan.
Su Luo studied Nangong Xiyun. There were no signs of deceit—but maybe he just couldn’t see them.
Suddenly, Su Luo leaned in and kissed her.
Nangong Xiyun closed her eyes and met him halfway.
But Su Luo pulled back quickly.
She hadn’t avoided him.
There was a difference between initiating a kiss and receiving one.
The initiator was prepared, but the one being kissed might reveal their true emotions instinctively if caught off guard.
If Nangong Xiyun had shown even a flicker of avoidance or disgust, it would have been telling.
But she hadn’t.
Which only made things more complicated. What now?
Su Luo sighed. "Nangong Xiyun, I have my own path to walk—one I must see through to the end, no matter what."
"Mm."
"I can’t give you what you want."
"Mm."
"So… I’m sorry."
"Don’t apologize. Su Luo, I like you, but I don’t expect you to change anything. Whatever you do, I won’t stand in your way."
"That doesn’t sound like something you’d say."
Nangong Xiyun hugged him, whispering in his ear, "But this is who I am."
Su Luo gave a bitter laugh. Stop saying things that move me—it’s too easy to waver.
"You’ll regret this. You’re the one who’ll lose out. I won’t change myself." Su Luo clung to his resolve.
"Su Luo, you don’t have to do anything special for me. Just be your usual self. It’s because of who you are that I like you."
Nangong Xiyun didn’t need Su Luo to change. She didn’t want him to feel burdened by her feelings. All she wanted was to spend ordinary days with him.
Even if it meant staying as his subordinate, she didn’t mind.
After her identity was exposed, Nangong Xiyun finally understood—this was all she desired. She never wanted to return to those days when Su Luo kept her at arm’s length.
Hearing her words, how could Su Luo not waver?
"Fine. But if anything happens in the future, don’t blame me. You brought this on yourself."
Those words were as much for himself as for her. He chose to believe Nangong Xiyun—and would bear the consequences.
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!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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."
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.
