Noon, back at the Leng Family after buying groceries.
In the study.
Leng Qingqiu grabbed Gu Yan's collar and sniffed it closely with her little head.
A few seconds later.
She looked up with a frosty expression and said coldly, "You smell like another woman!"
"A mix of perfume and disinfectant... Oh, I get it. You went to visit that woman named Wang Yulan in the hospital, didn't you?"
"I know Wang Yulan."
"But who is this other woman who sprayed herself with peach-scented perfume?"
Leng Qingqiu coldly let go of Gu Yan's collar, then smiled amicably at him.
Who would have thought? Last night, you left saying your family missed you, but it turns out it was that woman in the hospital who was missing you, huh?
Of course, what I care about is just that my servant went to another woman. It's simply that I feel uncomfortable, as if my servant has been snatched away.
Although I know Wang Yulan is in a pitiful situation, for some reason, I just feel extremely displeased.
And what's more, there seems to be another woman besides Wang Yulan!
What should you do when you have a wife who is a tsundere, refuses to admit she likes you, and is jealous?
Gu Yan thinks she is just incredibly cute!
He reached out and pinched Leng Qingqiu's cheeks, gently pulling them to the sides, and teased, "Are you an idiot? Why are you so nervous?"
"My dear husband only loves you, Leng Qingqiu. Wang Yulan's mother is my teacher, so of course, I had to visit her."
"As for that woman who sprayed perfume, honestly, I don't even know her. She's probably a friend of Wang Yulan's."
"As soon as I walked in, she tried to take advantage of me, saying she wanted me to be her boyfriend."
"Oh... by the way, Qingqiu, your cheeks feel really nice to pinch..."
Leng Qingqiu was extremely annoyed, although she felt better after hearing Gu Yan's explanation.
But!
Smack!
"Take your dirty hands off! It hurts!"
Leng Qingqiu slapped Gu Yan's hand away, covering her face with both hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Damn it, I hate people who have no sense of boundaries. Do you think the Night King's face is something anyone can touch?
Of course, the main point is...
Leng Qingqiu snorted softly, crossing her arms and said, "So, what did you say after she confessed to you?"
"Were you so happy that you almost jumped up and nodded in agreement on your knees?"
Seeing this, Gu Yan pressed his hands on Leng Qingqiu's shoulders and pushed her back into the chair: "What are you talking about, Qingqiu? Of course, I rejected her immediately."
He spoke while gently massaging Leng Qingqiu's shoulders.
Today, Leng Qingqiu was wearing a black high-necked slim-fitting knitted sweater, which made her already fair complexion even more stunning. Coupled with her great figure, the feel of her shoulders under Gu Yan's hands was fantastic.
Looking down from above, Leng Qingqiu resembled a beautifully crafted doll, light and comfortable to hold.
As he massaged, Gu Yan could feel the slight tremors in her body. He leaned down slightly, taking in the fragrance emanating from Leng Qingqiu.
Her expression slightly changed, her fingers trembling as she deliberately tapped her arm to relieve the tension, pretending to remain calm on the surface: "Mmm... and then?"
"Then, I said I was married."
Married?
To me?
A sense of joy inexplicably surged in Leng Qingqiu's heart. She relaxed her body slightly, leaning back in the chair, and continued to ask, "To whom... are you married?"
"Guess?"
Gu Yan applied a bit more force, and Leng Qingqiu gradually let go of her arms that had been hugging her chest.
Her arms slowly dropped, and she seemed to hear Gu Yan's slightly heated breathing near her ear.
This guy... is he getting this close again while massaging me?
Leng Qingqiu's mind was a bit hazy. Wait, I can't let myself get like this.
"I... um... don't want to guess..."
Leng Qingqiu said haltingly, her breathing slightly hurried.
Due to Gu Yan's technique, his playful tone, and the warm breath on her ear, her heart was racing.
"Of course, it's you, my Qingqiu."
Gu Yan reached out, wrapping his arms around Leng Qingqiu from behind, bending down, and burying his face in the side of her neck.
Leng Qingqiu tried to struggle, but found that her body was powerless.
What's happening to me...
"Pervert... let go of me..."
Leng Qingqiu tried to push Gu Yan away with her powerless words, but inside, she was enjoying the moment.
But the next second.
Gu Yan's actions shattered this dreamlike feeling.
"Ssshh... Ssshh... Ssshh!!! Qingqiu! My Qingqiu!!!"
"Sorry! Let me take a little more! I really can't help it! Qingqiu, you smell so good!! I love you so much!!!"
"You jerk!!! Get out!!!"
Click!
The study door was closed.
Gu Yan, who was kicked out, had a helpless expression on his face.
He regretfully covered his face. Damn it!
I thought the atmosphere in the study had become quite intimate, but! But once I got close to Qingqiu, I just couldn't help it!!
I couldn't help but reveal my true self!!
This can't be helped! Who could resist a beautiful person like that in front of you without reacting?
Not to mention, she's your pure love!
No, no, I must train my self-control!
Gu Yan shook his head and went to cook.
In the study.
Leng Qingqiu, blushing with shame, covered the back of her neck, which had been nibbled on by Gu Yan.
That was too perverted!
Why would someone do that to that part of the body?
Leng Qingqiu couldn't understand.
She spread her hands, helplessly saying, "It's indeed saliva."
That guy is too perverted!
Just as Leng Qingqiu was thinking about it, ready to find some tissue.
Suddenly.
Whoosh!!
A strange black book suddenly flew out from her vision and automatically opened its pages.
"What's going on?!"
Leng Qingqiu was startled. Why did the occult book appear on its own? And it gave her a feeling as if it was strongly craving something.
Whoosh~~
The black book flew to Leng Qingqiu's hand, flipping its pages continuously, as if it was eager but also afraid of making Leng Qingqiu angry.
?
Leng Qingqiu slowly raised an eyebrow, her heart surged with a possibility.
Then, she slowly pressed her palm, which was stained with Gu Yan's saliva, onto the black book.
The next moment.
Buzz!
The black book excitedly trembled all over, emitting a strange black glow, and within moments, it returned to Leng Qingqiu's vision.
And Leng Qingqiu also felt something unusual.
That was...
"My perception... seems to have improved a bit?"
Although very slightly, it had indeed improved!
Leng Qingqiu was shocked. What's going on?
Her perception could be understood as her attack range.
Anything within her perception could have its life essence extracted by her.
The method of improvement was extremely rigorous, and she hadn't found a way to enhance it.
But... Leng Qingqiu's heart surged with a thought that seemed utterly absurd to her.
How could that be possible!! Is Gu Yan that special?
Leng Qingqiu shook her head, laughing at the absurdity of the idea.
The study fell into silence for a moment.
A few minutes later.
A vague murmur came from the study: "What if... it really is possible..."
] [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!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!
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.”
