His movements were slow, even slower than what she had just done to him.
Not because of hesitation, but because under Gu Chengyin’s gaze. Under the quiet, almost ice-cold stare of this man watching her inch by inch.
Lin Qingyan found that even breathing had become difficult.
She was Jingzhe of the Heavenly Masters Hall, a Golden Core Immortal of exalted status.
And yet here she was, under Gu Chengyin’s scrutiny, doing something so humiliating.
Her garment loosened inch by inch.
First the clasp at the very top of her collar, then the second, then the third.
Each sound of a clasp coming undone crackled like a spark in the silence—faint, yet sharp and clear.
Gu Chengyin’s gaze followed her fingertips, unhurried, undisturbed.
Like an apex predator savoring every detail of its prey before taking it down.
Her collarbone came into view, then her shoulder line, then—
“Stop.”
Gu Chengyin spoke abruptly.
Lin Qingyan’s fingers froze.
He stepped forward, closing the gap between them to less than a fist’s width.
He looked down, his eyes falling upon her half-opened robe, his gaze as deep as an ancient well that could not be fathomed.
Then Gu Chengyin raised his hand, and his fingertips pressed against Lin Qingyan’s collarbone, tracing the elegant curve with a slow, deliberate glide.
“What I meant was, you are not allowed to touch me.”
“But I never said I would not touch you.”
Lin Qingyan’s breath shattered completely.
His fingertips bore thin calluses, rough and warm.
The friction against her skin nearly burned her sanity to ashes.
What made it even harder to bear was how slow he was.
So slow it felt as though he was engaged in an extremely delicate craft, stretching each inch of contact into an eternity.
Slow enough that Lin Qingyan could distinctly feel each ridge of his fingertips, his heat, every tiny movement.
“Chengcheng…” she began, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar.
“Mm?”
Gu Chengyin responded without pausing his hand.
“You… you’re doing this on purpose.”
“Yes,”
Gu Chengyin’s answer was blunt, without a hint of doubt:
“Of course I’m doing it on purpose.”
His fingertips moved from her collarbone to the side of her throat, tracing the curve of her neck with effortless leisure.
This kind of featherlight touch made Lin Qingyan almost unable to stand firm.
She pressed her back tightly against the bookshelf, her nails digging deep into her palms.
But Lin Qingyan remembered the rule. She could not touch Gu Chengyin.
Not even a single finger.
That was the rule he had set, and she had to obey it.
“Earlier, when you provoked me,”
Gu Chengyin’s voice brushed against Lin Qingyan’s ear, his breath warming the shell of it, laced with restrained hoarseness:
“Did it occur to you what the consequences would be?”
Lin Qingyan bit her lower lip.
Of course she had thought about it.
Or rather, she had thought she understood.
But now she realized that all her imagination had been nothing more than scratching the surface.
When she faced him like this, the overwhelming sense of being completely controlled.
The agony of being so close yet forbidden to touch—it was ten thousand times stronger than she had anticipated.
“Not talking?”
Gu Chengyin’s lips nearly touched Lin Qingyan’s earlobe:
“Then here is the third rule.”
Lin Qingyan’s lashes fluttered violently.
“There’s a third?”
“Mm.”
Gu Chengyin withdrew his fingertips from her neck and instead grasped her wrist.
Slowly, unhurriedly, he guided her hand and placed it on her own waist.
“The third rule is: tonight, you are not allowed to hold back any of your reactions.”
Lin Qingyan’s pupils contracted slightly.
Not hold back?
She understood exactly what that meant.
It meant she could not mask her responses with silence, nor endure with bitten lips.
She could not use any means she was accustomed to in order to suppress herself.
Gu Chengyin was going to dismantle all her defenses, strip away every ounce of her restraint.
Laying her bare, without any concealment.
“Since you want to play with fire,”
Gu Chengyin’s gaze settled on her face, the dark undercurrent in his eyes now surging to the surface.
Turning into a depth that threatened to devour her whole:
“Let’s make it a big game.”
Lin Qingyan’s nails dug into her own palms.
Not from fear, but because she knew that from this moment on,
The battle she had initiated had utterly fallen into Gu Chengyin’s rhythm.
And this man never played by the rules.
He used no brute force, no coercion.
What he wielded were rules and restraint.
A kind of control far harder to resist than any crude subjugation.
He forbade her from touching him, yet took her apart with his own hands.
He confined her actions, yet compelled her to respond.
Gu Chengyin did not want a passive, submissive prey, collapsing into instinct.
He wanted an opponent who remained clear-headed and willing, yet had no choice but to follow his rules.
That was Gu Chengyin’s most terrifying aspect.
He was conquering her heart, her will, her very dignity.
He was making her willingly, consciously, actively walk into every trap he set.
And Lin Qingyan discovered that she herself…
Did not resist.
No, the truth was, she longed for it.
Night wind seeped through the crack in the window, causing the oil lamp on the desk to flicker violently a few times.
Shadows warped and twisted on the wall, like crumpled silk.
Two overlapping shadows tangled together, their outlines blurred, identities indistinguishable.
The lamp’s flame finally went out.
In the darkness, Lin Qingyan heard Gu Chengyin’s voice coming from impossibly close.
Hoarse, restrained, like a string stretched to its breaking point:
“Now, say it again.”
A sound caught in Lin Qingyan’s throat, nearly inaudible.
“…Which part?”
“That part.”
His voice dropped further, as if kindling a silent fire beside her ear.
Lin Qingyan closed her eyes and repeated those words once more.
But this time, there was no calculated allure or provocation.
Only a chaos she could barely control, and… anticipation.
“…Chengcheng, can you even…”
Before the final word was fully out, her lips were sealed.
Not gently, not roughly.
But with a precision that took her breath away—a dam that had held too long, finally bursting into conquest.
Like the sea itself overturning the surface, dragging all the undercurrents and abysses down into its plunge.
The last thread of clear thought in Lin Qingyan’s mind was:
The wolf had truly awakened.
And the extinguished oil lamp stood silent in the darkness, the most reticent witness of this night.
Beyond the window, the night wind gradually died. The lantern stopped swinging. Even the moon had hidden itself behind the clouds.
Every sound in heaven and earth faded away, leaving only the breaths of two people.
Entwined in the darkness, overlapping, merging as one.
……
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
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