In the hotel suite, Luo Muqi's hands were tightly intertwined with Mo Xuan's, as if they could never be separated.
It was as though she was afraid that Mo Xuan would leave, and only by holding onto him like this could she keep him by her side.
After more than two hours, the storm of unbridled passion finally began to subside...
"Muqi..." Mo Xuan gently embraced the beauty in his arms. "You... you're acting a bit strange..."
"Yes, Brother, I am strange..." Luo Muqi's voice was hoarse, but her eyes were filled with lingering affection as she looked at Mo Xuan. "I'm poisoned, a poison that I can't survive without you..."
From the moment she first saw Mo Xuan sitting on a tree ten years ago, she was infected.
Did she really enjoy this so much? She didn't know herself, but it felt like only in this way could she feel truly united with Mo Xuan.
Three years, the plan set by Luo Shiya was three years. In preparation for this day, they had deliberately made Mo Xuan closer to their child. Even though she and Luo Shiya had been driven mad with jealousy over their own child.
It wasn't that they didn't love their child, but they also yearned to be held by Mo Xuan like their daughter.
Part of his memory was missing, and he had forgotten about the sisters. For this day, heaven only knew how long they had endured and how much effort they had put into their schemes.
"Brother, don't leave me..."
Luo Muqi clung to Mo Xuan's embrace with an overwhelming vulnerability, half pleading, half coquettish. Mo Xuan didn't respond, only tightening his hold on her.
"Brother, do you know... why I like red roses?"
Mo Xuan was momentarily stunned, and Luo Muqi suddenly looked up at him: "Because someone once said that they wanted to be the one who is so dearly loved that they can be reckless without fear..."
In Mo Xuan's mind, a fragment of memory flashed by, just a fleeting moment. Under a tree, a boy and a girl wearing headphones, and then the memory shattered like broken glass, impossible to piece back together.
He suddenly remembered that his favorite songs were "Red Rose" and "White Rose," but he couldn't recall why he liked them.
Luo Shiya liked white roses, while Luo Muqi loved red roses. Mo Xuan felt a headache coming on, as if something was trying to break through the gates of his memory but couldn't.
"Brother, don't think about it..." Luo Muqi suddenly sat up and hugged his head tightly. "I can always let you be the one who is dearly loved, always letting you hold onto me without it ever slipping away..."
Luo Muqi's words were like a soothing elixir. It seemed that lately, whenever Mo Xuan heard her or Luo Shiya whispering in his ear, he felt an immense sense of peace. The weariness from their indulgence washed over him, and Mo Xuan slowly closed his eyes...
He had a dream. In the dream, he seemed to return to when he was 13 years old. He seemed to see two girls, one big and one small. But he couldn't see their faces, only feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort when he saw them.
But when he reached out, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi each grabbed him from either side, their expressions making him feel a bit uneasy.
A massive cage surrounded the three of them, and he was trapped between them, their embrace tightening more and more.
They didn't do anything, but a strange sense of suffocation made it hard for him to breathe. He wanted to break free, but they held onto him tightly, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape...
Mo Xuan suddenly sat up, his whole body drenched in cold sweat. Instinctively, he turned to look behind him, but Luo Muqi was gone.
"Muqi..."
He whispered her name, but the lights suddenly turned on. Still half-asleep, Mo Xuan couldn't adapt to the brightness and instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.
"Sorry, you're disappointed it's not my sister, aren't you?"
Luo Shiya's voice was cold, yet there was a hint of... jealousy.
"Shiya, why are you...?" Mo Xuan looked at Luo Shiya, who stood by the bed with a frosty expression. "Um, I, I..."
Luo Shiya didn't answer. Instead, she slowly removed her black coat, revealing a black shirt and a sleek black pencil skirt, her long, well-proportioned legs encased in black stockings.
As if in a fit of pique, she kicked off her high heels and forcefully sat down on Mo Xuan's lap, her eyes icy yet tinged with a hint of resentment.
"My sister went back home; someone had to take care of the child. As for you..." Luo Shiya pinched Mo Xuan's chin. "You've upset me. You need to make it up to me..."
Luo Shiya was rough and irritable, unbuttoning her shirt's collar and then kissing Mo Xuan's face and lips.
Fierce and aggressive, it was as if she wanted to devour him whole.
"Does it hurt?"
Luo Shiya propped herself up on Mo Xuan's shoulders, her red eyes staring at the bewildered Mo Xuan. Unlike Luo Muqi, Luo Shiya was more domineering and even more obsessive.
"I'll make it hurt even more..."
"Xuan, even though I agreed to share you with my sister, I want you to never forget me..."
"No matter what..."
With that, she fiercely kissed Mo Xuan's lips, greedy, ruthless, and claiming everything...
Compared to Luo Muqi, Luo Shiya seemed even more ill, at least in Mo Xuan's mind.
Finally, the two collapsed onto the sofa, Luo Shiya's originally neatly braided hair now disheveled.
"Xuan..." Luo Shiya's eyes were hazy but burning with madness as she kissed his cheek heavily. "Do you think I'm being too much..."
"No..." Mo Xuan smiled tiredly. "It's me who's being unreasonable..."
"Yes, it's you..." Luo Shiya's voice was soft, her hand gently stroking Mo Xuan's head. "But I don't care. For you, I can do anything..."
"Being at a disadvantage means you have to be cunning, don't you?"
The lyrics of "White Rose"...
Mo Xuan wanted to ask her, but Luo Shiya didn't give him the chance. She covered his mouth and whispered in his ear: "Xuan, this is the dream we've given you. Even if it's a nightmare, it's the most beautiful nightmare..."
"Be willing to stay in this dream, don't wake up, don't ask me..."
"The only thing you can do is love us, love us with everything you have..."
"Don't leave me, Xuan. Without you, I might destroy myself..."
Mo Xuan's mind once again fell into a blank state...
As the storm subsided, Luo Shiya held Mo Xuan tightly, as if afraid he would disappear, softly humming "White Rose."
Though it was a sad love song, Mo Xuan felt an indescribable sense of peace.
It was as if this sick, obsessive love was insane, irrational...
Yet Mo Xuan was willing to indulge in it. Not for money, not for anything else. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi were like vines that had slowly wrapped around his entire heart, capturing him.
Perhaps even Mo Xuan himself hadn't noticed that he, too, seemed to be a bit... abnormal.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
