Lin Qingyan had a very long dream.
In the dream, there was Gu Chengyin, Shangguan Yunying, those absurd scenes, and the exhaustion seeping out from the bone joints.
She slept deeply, as if sinking to the bottom of the sea, surrounded by soundless water.
It wrapped her whole body, and she didn't have to think about anything or do anything.
She just needed to lie there quietly and let time pass slowly.
Then, Lin Qingyan felt as if there was something on her body.
This feeling was very subtle, like being pressed down.
But the weight was very light, as light as a cat, curled up carefully for fear of waking her up.
However, the temperature was very high, as hot as a fire, making her skin burn.
Moreover, the breath was also very familiar. It was someone she knew.
Lin Qingyan fluttered her nostrils, and this breath drilled into her nasal cavity.
It went all the way up along the nerves and exploded into a name in her mind:
Luo Zhao.
Lin Qingyan slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was an extremely beautiful face that looked somewhat similar to hers.
"Zhao'er?"
Lin Qingyan's voice carried the hoarseness and laziness peculiar to someone just waking up.
Her mind was still wondering how Luo Zhao could be here, while her eyes instinctively searched for an answer.
She saw that Luo Zhao's face was very red, her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes were trembling.
Moreover, she was biting her lower lip tightly, almost to the point of bleeding, as if struggling to endure something.
Lin Qingyan was all too familiar with this state.
Her pupils contracted and then quickly dilated.
She shifted her gaze from Luo Zhao's face, over the shoulders, and looked behind.
She saw Gu Chengyin at a glance.
Lin Qingyan blinked her eyes, then blinked again.
Her mind completely cleared up at this moment.
Regarding Gu Chengyin and Luo Zhao, Lin Qingyan was not surprised. In fact, this was something that would happen sooner or later.
She was not the kind of person who would get entangled in such things, nor was she a whining shrew.
Because she, Lin Qingyan, was the principal wife, officially sealed by the imperial edict, the legitimate and recognized principal wife.
She had her confidence and self - assurance.
So the problem was: Why here?
The Meditation Tower was so big. There were beds, chairs, and carpets.
Anywhere would do. Why did they have to choose her place?
Why did they have to treat her like a... a...
Lin Qingyan couldn't find a suitable word to describe herself at this moment.
A mattress?
An audience?
Or something even more outrageous?
So Lin Qingyan cast an inquiring look at Gu Chengyin.
The meaning in her eyes was very clear: Shouldn't you explain this?
Gu Chengyin caught this look, but he didn't explain anything.
Instead, he faced Lin Qingyan's inquiry with an innocent look.
Hearing Lin Qingyan's voice, Luo Zhao slowly opened her tightly - closed eyes.
Her eye sockets were still red, and there were still undried tears hanging on her eyelashes.
Her whole face looked very pale from enduring a feeling she had never experienced before.
But because of the shame and excitement brought by this feeling, there was an abnormal redness on her face.
When she saw Lin Qingyan's lazy and dazed face just after waking up.
Luo Zhao barely squeezed out a smile.
This smile was, well, uglier than crying.
The corners of her mouth were barely bent, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and her lips were still trembling.
She looked like a kitten drenched in the rain. She tried to smile, but her smile was full of embarrassment and pity.
"Auntie, why does this hurt so much?"
Looking at Luo Zhao's pitiful appearance, all of Lin Qingyan's confusion turned into a faint sigh.
She stretched out her hand, pulled Luo Zhao into her arms, and comforted her:
"It's like this at the beginning. Just bear with it and it will be okay."
Her voice was very gentle, like coaxing a child who had had a nightmare.
Then Lin Qingyan looked up at Gu Chengyin and glared at him, scolding:
"Don't you know how to be gentler?"
Gu Chengyin looked innocent, but still slowed down his movements.
Luo Zhao let out a long breath. She was like a person fished out of the water, lying limply on Lin Qingyan's body.
Her hands, which didn't know when they had let go of the bedsheet, instead wrapped around Lin Qingyan's neck.
Just then, Luo Zhao said something that Lin Qingyan never expected.
"Auntie, look, it seems that Uncle likes me more."
Lin Qingyan: "..."
She never thought that just after she had spoken for Luo Zhao, Luo Zhao was provoking her.
At this moment, all the thoughts of pity and comfort in Lin Qingyan's mind were shattered by this sentence.
Her expression changed from gentle to stiff, from stiff to gloomy, and from gloomy to annoyed.
Now Lin Qingyan understood.
No wonder they didn't choose anywhere else, but had to come to her place.
No wonder they had to treat her like a... mattress.
This was not Gu Chengyin's idea at all, but Luo Zhao's.
Luo Zhao was making her experience the most excessive thing she had gone through firsthand.
Lin Qingyan's face darkened.
The gentleness and pity in her eyes were gone, replaced by a coldness with a hint of warning.
She reached out her hand, trying to pull Luo Zhao off her body.
But as if Luo Zhao knew what she was going to do, she tightened her hands suddenly and tightly grabbed Lin Qingyan's neck.
Like an octopus, she fixed herself firmly.
Then, Luo Zhao leaned close to Lin Qingyan's ear.
With a bit of showing off, a bit of pride, and a bit of willful recklessness.
"Auntie, don't you want to see how Uncle bullies me?"
Lin Qingyan's hand stopped. It wasn't because she was moved by Luo Zhao's words.
Instead, she realized a very serious problem.
She didn't have much strength at the moment.
She had been severely punished by Gu Chengyin just now, and her body was still in a state of exhaustion from overuse.
She could grab Luo Zhao's hands and try to pull them away.
But she wasn't sure if she had the strength.
What if she couldn't control it?
Anyway, she couldn't really hurt Luo Zhao.
So Lin Qingyan could only grit her teeth and say:
"Zhao'er, you're going too far."
When this sentence was squeezed out between her teeth, it carried a full - fledged warning.
The chill hidden behind the words was enough to make any sensible person shiver.
And obviously, Luo Zhao was not a sensible person.
Or more accurately, she was not a sensible person at this time.
Because she had waited for this day for too long.
Now that the opportunity had come, how could she let it go?
So Luo Zhao not only didn't let go, but tightened her grip even more.
She buried her face in the side of Lin Qingyan's neck, with her lips close to her ear.
Her voice was annoyingly arrogant:
"So what? We're in the same position now."
This was to tell Lin Qingyan: From now on, you're no longer the only one.
Everything you have, I have too.
What you can give him, I can also give.
The position you have in his heart, I can also occupy.
So, don't try to put on a superior attitude towards me anymore.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.
