After almost another hour, the bed stopped swaying, and the intimate sounds came to an abrupt halt.
Originally, the plan was for a week, but Luo Shiya didn't want to wait any longer. Moreover, Su Yanran's appearance and her indifference only made Mo Xuan feel that she didn't care.
She envied and loathed Su Yanran because of her. It was because of her that Mo Xuan had lost his memory and still hadn't remembered Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi...
Mo Xuan's eyes were hazy as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, momentarily dazed. For so long, Mo Xuan had been suppressing his emotions. He didn't know how to choose, so he simply didn't choose and quietly stayed by their sides.
But today, the suppressed emotions finally erupted. After all, he was a man, full of vigor and surprisingly strong.
"Carry me to the bath, Xiao Xuan..." Luo Shiya gently kissed Mo Xuan's lips. "Then carry me back..."
Mo Xuan did as she asked, carrying her to the bathroom. Warm water poured down from the showerhead, and Luo Shiya wrapped her arms around his neck, greedily kissing Mo Xuan.
"Xiao Xuan... let's leave the Capital with Muqi and the kids, okay? Go to a quiet place..." Luo Shiya gently stroked Mo Xuan's solid chest. "What do you say?"
"Shiya... I've thought about it, and this isn't the way." Mo Xuan couldn't help but speak up. "I made a mistake once, and I've been too indulged in your gentleness. But this is ultimately wrong..."
In response, Luo Shiya kissed him passionately.
Was it wrong? Of course, it was. Luo Shiya knew that better than anyone.
But did it matter? Not anymore.
To Luo Shiya, Mo Xuan was unique, and her sister was irreplaceable. When the Luo family faced a major crisis, they had only each other to trust.
And at that time, Mo Xuan had been like a ray of light, breaking through the darkness to stand before them.
"Xiao Xuan, I said, don't think about these things..."
Luo Shiya's words seemed to have a magical effect, making Mo Xuan unconsciously comply, allowing her to push him down in front of the bathtub, his head resting in her embrace.
"You can't leave us, can you? So..." Luo Shiya's face bore a somewhat pathological smile. "Don't resist, don't think about leaving us. Xiao Xuan, men all crave what you have now. Why are you so obsessed with those rules and regulations?"
Like the whispers of a devil, it was both tempting and laced with danger.
Luo Shiya had been subtly manipulating Mo Xuan's psychology all along, aiming to break down his mental defenses.
"You're clearly infatuated with us, our looks, our bodies, and... our love." Luo Shiya gazed at the dazed Mo Xuan, her voice even softer as she kissed his face and whispered in his ear. "So, when you shed your mental constraints and we were together, weren't you happy?"
"I..."
Mo Xuan felt his mind go blank, as if the sound of the water from the showerhead had disappeared. The entire world seemed to consist only of Luo Shiya's whispers in his ear.
"Xiao Xuan, you won't refuse me, will you?"
Mo Xuan's physical instincts and the emotions he had long suppressed were gradually being fully released by Luo Shiya.
"Xiao Xuan, admit it. You want to be with both of us..." Luo Shiya's smile became even more pathological. "You've already... can't leave us..."
With the status and wealth of the Luo family, Luo Shiya could have used a thousand and one ways to keep Mo Xuan by her side.
But from the very beginning, she had no intention of forcing him. Every step, from that one reckless night, to getting pregnant, giving birth to their daughter, and so on, had been meticulously planned by her and Luo Muqi.
She knew that Mo Xuan couldn't fully become the man she wanted him to be in such a short time, but she was already quite satisfied.
Mo Xuan looked up, and unlike before, he suddenly embraced Luo Shiya. For the first time, the emotions in his eyes were no longer suppressed. Those deep, tranquil eyes now only reflected Luo Shiya's image...
Thirty minutes later, Mo Xuan, now wearing pajamas, carried the exhausted Luo Shiya back to her bedroom and gently laid her down.
"Xiao Xuan, won't you stay with me?"
Luo Shiya's voice was hoarse but added a touch of vulnerability, as if she were pouting. Mo Xuan kissed her lightly and scratched his head, saying, "I'd better go back to sleep. Otherwise, if Wei'er and Xue'er see us together tomorrow morning, it won't be appropriate..."
"Alright..." Luo Shiya didn't press further. "Then get some rest..."
Mo Xuan covered her with the blanket, turned off the light as he left, and gently closed the door.
"Ah..."
As Mo Xuan walked back to his bedroom, he sighed. First, he was forcibly kissed during the day, and then he was ambushed at night. He had always thought his resolve was strong.
Now, it seemed, it was anything but...
He didn't consider himself a saint, just someone who had always been too self-deprecating. He was well aware of Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi's feelings for him, but he didn't dare to hope for more.
He didn't know what had happened to him, but when Luo Shiya said, "I want you," Mo Xuan felt the walls he had built in his heart crumble.
"You're the one who will be hurt, the one who will be abandoned."
Su Yanran's words suddenly echoed in his mind. This reckless affair, if it ever went wrong, would indeed turn out just as she had said.
Yet, Mo Xuan couldn't bring himself to pull away. Not just because of the children, but because Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi were like opium, deadly yet making him crave them so much that he didn't want to leave.
Shaking his head, Mo Xuan pushed open the door to his bedroom, only to feel a soft, warm body press tightly against his back.
"Brother, did you have fun with Sister?"
Luo Muqi's voice was cold, in stark contrast to her warm body.
"Muqi? How did you...?" Mo Xuan was startled.
"Brother, if you can be with Sister, why not with me?"
Luo Muqi bit his shoulder hard, causing Mo Xuan to wince in pain. It seemed she wasn't satisfied, as she suddenly kissed Mo Xuan's lips from behind.
It wasn't so much a kiss as it was a bite.
"Muqi, calm down..."
Mo Xuan tried to push her away, but for some reason, his subconscious told him not to. Luo Muqi forcefully pulled Mo Xuan's pajamas, dragging him onto the bed.
"Brother..."
A choked murmur accompanied a tear that fell onto Mo Xuan's face. He couldn't help but freeze. In the dim light, Luo Muqi's eyes were wet with tears.
"Brother, why won't you accept me?" Luo Muqi said resentfully. "If you can be with Sister, why not with me?"
"Brother, I miss you too..."
Mo Xuan didn't notice the subtle smile that flashed across her tear-streaked face...
(I know you don't like reading the details of such scenes, so I'll skip ahead.)
An hour passed... (I can't win against the censors...)
Thinking about what Luo Shiya had done, Luo Muqi was seething with anger. Her sister had locked her in the room and even stolen her phone!
By the time she managed to get the maid to open the door for her, her sister had already succeeded!
"Brother, I still want..."
"No, you don't!"
Mo Xuan's objection didn't matter, as Luo Muqi had no intention of asking for his consent...
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
