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.
] [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!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
