If you could enter a world where every day is a new repetition, without any worries about the future, would you choose to stay or return to reality to face the new world and unknown difficulties?
Ah Qi opened one eye and saw a figure walking towards him. He tried to open it, but after blinking twice, the eye closed again. "Ah Qi, Ah Qi! Wake up! Look at your face, it's gotten even bigger!" Ah Qi suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the person in front of him. A long, light green robe, a slender face, narrow eyes, but full lips. No wonder people say my face is big; my body is too thin! Ah Qi snapped out of his daze, jumped off the rock, and threw himself into the person's arms, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle!" The person pushed Ah Qi away with disdain and said, "Call me Zizhong. I'm only a few hours older than you, don't call me so old, okay?" [Feeling wronged]
This is so good! They only discovered her husband had a fox tail after they got married. Sweet donuts are always top-notch. The little sister is like a chatterbox, always boisterous and noisy with Xiaoyu, haha. Even with amnesia, she's not stupid. The fast-paced romance is so exciting! The interactions and conversations between the male and female leads are hilarious! I feel sorry for Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, swim away quickly! You are free in all directions! The twisted love and inability to distinguish good from evil... You should have been happy long ago! The love between the male and female leads is so touching. And then there's Qiao Xiaobai! I wish them happiness forever! Author: Running Peach Tags: Ancient Romance, Ancient Romance, Villain, Transmigration, HE Qiao Ying transmigrated into a book, but unfortunately, she was injured in the head by kidnappers and lost her memory. In a dark and damp dungeon, she met a young man. The young man wore a blue robe, his white hair was like snow, and his face was beautiful, but his eyes were covered with white silk. Although he was disabled, he was the most optimistic and cheerful. That day, the amnesiac Qiao Ying escaped from the dungeon with the harmless young man. The young man was a good person. Because he feared blood, even amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his clothes remained spotless. Because of his cowardice, he only dared to hide in the distance when others fought, while the others died in the poisonous fog the next moment. Because of his kindness, he offered medicine to a suffering enemy, but unfortunately, the enemy couldn't endure it and died bleeding from all seven orifices. Thus, she decided to marry such a good man. Later, righteous people, calling him a demon, arrived with swords drawn. That night, corpses littered the fields. She finally remembered the plot. This was a bizarre and fantastical world. There was a great villain, lacking normal human emotions, who wreaked havoc on the world, causing countless conflicts, and in the end, the male and female protagonists sacrificed their lives to seal him away. Amidst the blood and gore, the young man turned to look at her. His blue eyes were deep and unfathomable, his face adorned with blood, like a demon on earth, nine fox tails unfurling wildly behind him, alluring and beautiful. Qiao Ying was terrified, her face turning deathly pale. He chuckled softly, "If you're scared and want to run away, it'll be too late—" Before he finished speaking, Qiao Ying ran into his arms, wiping the blood from his face. "You scared me! I thought you were injured!" The boy blinked, patted her head, and poked her cheek. "Are you silly?" He propped his head up with one hand, his pale fingers touching a strand of black hair on the bed, gently twirling it between his fingers, a smile always on his face, seemingly quite pleased. How come she hadn't noticed something was wrong with him before? Qiao Ying reflected on herself, and finding no answer, she stopped torturing herself. She gave him half of the blanket, covering him to prevent him from getting upset and causing her trouble if he was sick. Then, she peacefully closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep. She was truly carefree, her breathing long and even, her brow relaxed, sleeping soundly. Shen Qingyu grabbed a strand of her hair and rubbed the end against her face, but she impatiently slapped his hand away in his dream. He wasn't angry, though; a gentle smile returned to his lips. "It's really strange," he murmured, calling her name, "Qiao Ying." Shen Qingyu shifted his position, feeling her hand in the blankets. It was the same hand she had held when they left the prison cell that night—excessively warm. He whispered, "Are you perhaps an idiot?" Qiao Ying took the things to the kitchen, and when she came out, she walked to the shade of a tree and slipped a piece of food into the hand of the boy who sat quietly listening to the wind and the rustling of the shadows. Shen Qingyu sat on the steps, still holding his ebony cane in one hand. Without asking what she had given him, he put it directly into his mouth and took a bite. The crisp texture was, as always, excessively sweet. Qiao Ying squatted down in front of him, asking curiously, "Is it peanut cake? Is it good?" Shen Qingyu replied, "It's alright." He often smiled, but emotionally he was actually indifferent to everything. Qiao Ying sat down beside him, rubbing her slightly sore legs, muttering, "You're really hard to please." Shen Qingyu turned his face towards her, "Hard to please?" It was as if if she gave an affirmative answer, he would press for an answer. Qiao Ying rested her chin on her hands, looking at him, her words taking a detour, "But it's quite normal for good-looking people to be a little hard to please." Shen Qingyu chuckled softly, "You have a point." Just as he was about to take another bite of the peanut cake in his hand, it was snatched away. "Alright, if you encounter something you don't like, you can choose not to eat it." The smile on Shen Qingyu's lips froze slightly. Listening to Qiao Ying's noisy munching, he lowered his hand after a moment, gently rubbing his fingertips, which were covered in pastry crumbs. He couldn't quite figure out where the strange discomfort had suddenly arisen. Shen Qingyu lowered his head slightly, strands of slightly dry hair slipping from her hand, obscuring most of his face, making his expression unreadable. He touched the bow on his hand. "So, you like my smile too?" Qiao Ying answered honestly, "I like it quite a bit." Of course, she liked his normal smile. In the blurred light and shadow of his white hair, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the boy's lips. "Qiao Ying, I think I understand a little." "Understand what?" "You don't want me to get hurt, you bandage my wounds, and you even compliment my good looks. You're different from them." His pleasant voice held a hint of laughter. "Qiao Ying, you do like me." Qiao Ying: "..." He looked up, his hair falling loose, a white silk blindfold covering his eyes, making his skin appear as white as jade. As his smile spread, the white silk swayed slightly with his breath, tinged with a warm glow in the candlelight, even his paleness became delicate and fragile, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away. "Qiao Ying, am I wrong?" He tilted his head slightly, smiling with a bewildered expression, which added a touch of liveliness, making him seem like an ordinary, approachable boy next door. Qiao Ying held back for a while, but couldn't help herself and pushed his face away. "Don't use the methods I taught you on me!" This was really testing her self-control! Shen Qingyu wasn't angry at being roughly pushed away; instead, he smiled gently with good temper. Indeed, he looked so handsome when he smiled; who wouldn't like him? In a good mood, he suddenly said, "Qiao Ying, don't be afraid." Qiao Ying was confused, not understanding what he meant. Stimulated by the pervasive smell of blood in the room, the fragile wooden door finally couldn't withstand the horde of vengeful ghosts and spirits driven mad by flesh and blood. When Qiao Ying saw the door being violently kicked open, and black mist carrying pairs of eerie green eyes rushed in, she instinctively raised her hands to protect her head, crying out in bewilderment. In the blink of an eye, an arm encircled her waist, and she spun around, falling into the boy's arms and sitting on his lap. The imagined pain of being devoured never came; the wailing and howling ceased, even the sound of rain was gone—everything was eerily quiet. Then, a chill crept in. Qiao Ying slowly lowered her hands from her face, and the moment she opened her eyes, she met the boy's porcelain-white and handsome jawline. All the black mist was frozen by a layer of frost a step away from them. Time seemed to stand still, countless dangers suspended in mid-air, yet like a crystal-clear cage, imprisoning only the two of them. A white veil hung down, and as he looked down, his snow-white hair brushed against the back of Qiao Ying's hand. He smiled as he spoke, "Didn't I tell you? Don't be afraid." Qiao Ying flinched. The hands that were wrapped around her tightened slightly, and she sank deeper into his embrace until her breath was filled with his scent. His body shielded her from the chill, and in this snowy night, she felt a strange warmth. "Qiao Ying." "Hmm?" "Your heart is beating so fast. Do you like me more?" Qiao Ying: "It's just the suspension bridge effect." Shen Qingyu: "The suspension bridge effect? What's that?" Qiao Ying: "I don't know. That term just popped into my head." Shen Qingyu said "Oh." After a long while, he said again: "Qiao Ying." "What?" "Do you want to try liking me a little more?" The boy smiled knowingly. "In exchange, I can try to like you a little more." Qiao Ying: "…" Her heart was so tired. This was a world full of absurdity. And in this absurd world, the even more absurd boy lowered his broken and twisted arm. He lay on the dusty ground, his white hair stained with dust, his blue clothes stained, yet a naive smile played on his lips, so soft it was almost unbelievable. "I did what I promised you, Qiao Ying, aren't you happy?" For some reason, a strange impulse welled up in Qiao Ying's chest. "Since I told you not to move, you didn't move. Why did you block the falling rocks for me?" He said, "You're so afraid of pain. If you get hurt, you'll scream and cry." The boy seemed to react slowly. He moved his broken arm, turned his face slightly, and brushed his long white hair against it. He murmured to himself with a slight sense of loss. "Yes, I did move. I didn't keep my promise to you. I failed as a person today." He asked softly, "Qiao Ying, will you still tie bows for me in the future?" Qiao Ying pursed her lips and said, "Shen Qingyu." The boy faced her, but didn't hear her continue. He said, "Your heart is beating fast again. Is it the suspension bridge effect?" Qiao Ying answered, "No." Then, he thought for a moment and said, "Qiao Ying, your heart is sick." Qiao Ying couldn't explain so much to him. She asked, "If I were to take liberties with you, would you kill me?" Shen Qingyu pondered for a moment, "I don't know." "If you don't know, then you don't know. I'll take liberties with you first." She lowered her face, about to approach, but then stopped. Shen Qingyu could feel her breath was very close, and he had a feeling she was going to do something, but she gave up halfway. He smirked, "Why didn't you continue?" "After thinking about it, I think life is more important." Qiao Ying regained her senses and tried to get up using both hands and feet, but suddenly someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. The broken hand pressed against the back of her head, and their lips touched for the second time. In this world where time could be rewound, this strange thing, which could be called a "kiss," had become the norm. The boy, bewildered, said, "Qiao Ying." "Hmm?" "Why did you kiss me?" The girl raised her voice, "Shen Qingyu, stop trying to shift the blame! You were the one who kissed me!" He paused slightly, "Why did you seduce me into kissing you?" She couldn't take it anymore, "If you keep acting unreasonably, believe me, I'll break up with you today!" He asked, "What do you mean by breaking up?" She paused again, unable to remember, and could only say, "I don't know." So, he discussed it with her, "Since you can't figure it out, how about we don't break up today?" She thought he made sense and nodded, "Okay, let's not break up today." Sometimes, Qiao Ying would wonder what her relationship with Shen Qingyu really was. Was it kidnapper and hostage? Cat and mouse? Or were they two people who couldn't find any other bond in this world, living together for warmth and comfort? No matter what kind of relationship it was, it didn't seem quite right. They lived in the same room, kissed, and hugged, and she wasn't the kind of person to be sentimental, so naturally she couldn't say that their relationship was completely innocent. In short, he didn't know when it had happened, but the boundaries between them had long since become blurred, and drawing clear lines again wouldn't be so easy. Shen Qingyu didn't know what was wrong with Qiao Ying either. She started to take his hand, but didn't look up to speak to him, remaining silent as if she had countless worries on her mind. He only vaguely sensed that Qiao Ying's attitude towards him seemed to have changed, after all, she even wanted to kiss him. They walked along the glowing stone wall aimlessly, and after an unknown amount of time, Qiao Ying finally emerged from her thoughts. Life is short, so we should enjoy it while we can. Shen Qingyu suddenly felt her lightly touch his ear, and when he raised his hand to touch it, he felt the soft petals in her hair. The young man in blue robes had snow-white hair, like a touch of spring sunset on a cold mountain peak, and the white silk covering his eyes added a touch of haziness, unexpectedly giving him a soft and beautiful appearance. Qiao Ying laughed, "Shen Qingyu, you look even more beautiful like this." His fingertips inexplicably felt slightly hot. A being detached from the mundane world, it seemed that through this vibrant color, he touched upon the warmth of human life for the first time. Thus, he was no longer merely a lofty god, but had truly descended from the snow-capped mountain to the mortal realm. Shen Qingyu had always known that he was the most beautiful person in Qiao Ying's eyes, but even now he couldn't help but ask, "How beautiful?" Qiao Ying pondered for a moment and said, "Even the most beautiful fox spirits described in stories aren't as beautiful as you." He finally couldn't help but smile, the vibrant petals in his snow-white hair swaying slightly, like a touch of spring on winter snow possessing magical power, adding a touch of gentleness to his handsome youthful air. Shen Qingyu took her hand, his voice still brimming with undisguised laughter, "Qiao Ying." "Hmm?" "I want to eat fish tonight." In the past, he would eat whatever she offered, even things he didn't like, but now, he would proactively make requests. Qiao Ying said, "I hate cooking fish, it makes my hands fishy." Shen Qingyu lowered his head, and the little flower by his ear wilted. Qiao Ying had to change her mind, "Okay, okay, we'll eat fish, but you have to prepare it. I'll just put it in the pot and cook it." He smiled again, "Okay." The petals unfurled, bright and beautiful. Outside the alley, the daylight and the bustling crowd were there. "Qiao Ying." "Hmm?" "The fifteenth is almost here." "Oh." "Let's hurry to Yunling Prefecture. After we meet my elders, we should get married." "..." "They say that after a man and woman get married, they should be together day and night, so it doesn't matter if you get sick again. I can treat you day and night. Qiao Ying, are you happy?" "... Happy." The boy holding the flowers smiled gently, "Qiao Ying, I knew you would be happy." His smile hid a hint of pride, so perhaps it would be more appropriate to express his words in another way. —I knew you liked me. Shen Qingyu's expression changed slightly, her body trembled, and she raised her hand to touch the top of her snow-white head. Qiao Ying couldn't hold back anymore, burying her face in her hands on the table, covering her mouth to stifle her sobs, only her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Her emotions were in turmoil, and the boy couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing. He hooked his fingers around hers, "Yingying, what's wrong?" Her voice trembled, and she spoke with great difficulty, "This story is really... Really terrifying, I'm... I'm scared. Do you think I might end up like the little girl in the story, opening the window one day and seeing a bald little boy?" Shen Qingyu was silent for a moment, "No." Qiao Ying: "Oh." The boy was silent for a long time, but finally, he obediently picked up his bowl and chopsticks, slowly finishing the fried egg. For some reason, he felt the girl beside him trembling again. Perhaps the story was indeed too terrifying, and she hadn't recovered yet. After all, she was someone who liked him, and he couldn't just leave her alone. The boy put down his chopsticks, wanting to reach out and pat her head to soothe her. But as soon as he turned away, she fell into his arms, followed by an uncontrollable laugh, light and melodious, tickling his heart. He thought he'd been tricked. But he didn't know what she'd used; her joy possessed a strange magic, like a warm breeze that seeped into his heart from his ears, spreading to every limb, making everything excessively comfortable. So, he finally couldn't resist, letting her pull him along, a laugh also spilling from his lips. And so, he and she stumbled into this mortal world together. She also had desires for him, but unlike those who craved his "value." Her desire for him, even when suppressed, had reached a surging, uncontrollable level. She loved his voice. She loved his face. She loved his body. The boy wasn't actually a seductive ghost using his looks and body to lure his prey, yet even if he weren't, he could easily arouse all her desires. Her past statement about favoring him wasn't a lie. He hadn't received a proper education; saying his thinking was abnormal wouldn't be accurate—his values were completely distorted. He had little understanding of love, and even basic social etiquette was superficial; he could only imitate, but didn't understand the logic behind his actions. He suddenly asked, "Will you divorce me?" Qiao Ying was surprised, "You don't even understand what marriage is, and now you're asking me if you'll divorce me?" Shen Qingyu said, "I know what marriage is. We've consummated our marriage; we're husband and wife now." Qiao Ying said "Oh." Shen Qingyu asked again, "Will you want to divorce me?" "Then will you let me divorce you?" He smiled, "No." Whether she liked it or not, she and he were destined to be entangled for all eternity. "So let's skip all this back and forth and get back to making up." Qiao Ying lifted her face, pressed her forehead against his, and rubbed against him, mimicking his little gesture. "The reason I didn't want to marry you before wasn't because I didn't like you." Shen Qingyu felt a little ticklish from her rubbing, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Then why?" "I was just afraid that marriage is different from dating. With a marital relationship, we both need to take on greater responsibilities to each other. What if I find a family and they don't like you? What if you suffer grievances? What if we have children in the future and they are disobedient? What if, when these trivial matters accumulate, you no longer like me, and I no longer like you, what then?" Shen Qingyu smiled and reminded her, "When you took me again and again, you didn't consider all these 'what ifs'." Qiao Ying: "…" After a moment, she collapsed onto his chest as if all her strength had been released, exhaling a deep breath, completely resigned. "So now we can only live together as a couple. From now on, I will learn to be a good wife, Shen Qingyu, and you must learn to be a good husband, okay?" The young man held her hand, kissed her fingertips, and gently smiled, "Okay." Qiao Ying nestled in his arms, her eyes brimming with tears, "My... My..." Softness brushed against her cheek, and then a large, fluffy ball of fur squeezed over, wrapping around her body, enveloping her. The cold wind and the biting snow were all kept out, warm and comforting, almost too warm. Qiao Ying happily hugged the tip of his tail, turned her face, burying most of her face in the fluffy, soft fur, only revealing a pair of dark, moist eyes, filled with intoxication and satisfaction, as if a galaxy was hidden in her brows, shining brightly. "Good fish, I love you." The white-haired young man leaned down and kissed her brow. "Silly Yingying, I know you like me, only me." At this moment, he recalled that night not long ago. She was his lost treasure, but back then, she insisted on teaching him a lesson in life. He was willing to kill her first to protect himself. Suddenly, a large hand from the young man gripped Qiao Ying's face, forcing her to stare at him without moving. "Why didn't you tell me?" Qiao Ying felt a sudden panic, wanting to avoid his gaze, but he couldn't because of his forceful presence. Shen Qingyu looked at the girl sitting on his lap, slowly approaching, then possessing all her essence. "You hate killing, so why are you teaching me how to kill?" "Aren't you my wife? What kind of logic is there in killing one's wife?" "Yingying, why are you lying to me?" Qiao Ying had nowhere to retreat. His oppressive and aggressive nature was too strong. She struggled to breathe, finally gritting her teeth and saying, "Because I don't want you to live a life of being slaughtered again. You are my husband, a living being, not a consumable or a medicinal herb. You like the moon, so you should go to more places where you can see the moonlight. You don't like sweets, so you should experience the other flavors of life, instead of... Instead of..." Instead of being trapped in that small "house," chained up, having your flesh and blood ripped out by different people day and night. Qiao Ying still remembered the scene from the past she had accidentally witnessed; she couldn't describe how she felt when she saw the young fox demon. He pressed himself against the wall, staring intently at the sliver of moonlight filtering through the crack in the window. His thin, lonely, and ashen figure was a stark contrast to the sliver of moonlight he had been fortunate enough to glimpse during that time. Tears streamed down the girl's face, burning the skin of Shen Qingyu's hands. He hastily released his grip on her face, pulling her into his arms and gently patting her back, offering bewildered comfort. "I'm bad, I was too harsh," Shen Qingyu said, pressing his cheek against hers and kissing her carefully. "Don't cry, Yingying, don't cry..." She murmured, "Will you always agree to anything to make me happy?" Shen Qingyu replied, "Yes." "Then can you turn into a fox for me again tonight?" Shen Qingyu lowered his gaze, meeting the girl's bright, sparkling eyes. Qiao Ying showed no signs of tears. Her eyes sparkled, practically screaming excitement. Afraid he'd see through her wicked scheme, she offered a clumsy, obvious excuse. After the darkness came dawn. The sun rose, its warmth filling the air. On the ancient road, a chestnut horse moved slowly. Qiao Ying leaned against the young man, studying how to weave a small grasshopper. Shen Qingyu had clearly taught her several times, but she was clumsy and hadn't quite mastered it after all this time. She refused to believe she couldn't do it well and would never give him another chance to mock her clumsiness. Shen Qingyu held the reins, his arm around her waist, and poked her cheek. When she looked at him with displeasure, he just laughed. No matter how many life lessons he'd learned from her, this wicked sense of humor—the desire to tease the girl he liked—was still there. How childish. Qiao Ying put away the grasshopper she had woven, then reached out to smooth the stray white hairs at his temples. The touch was soft and pleasing. She lingered on his face, her hand resting against her cheek, and the temperature difference between them gradually disappeared. Shen Qingyu squinted comfortably, as if she could see a white fox about to roll on the ground. Who would have thought that this innocent and harmless man would be the world-destroying villain in the story? They had endured so much, witnessed so many tragedies, yet now they had achieved happiness—how difficult it was! Qiao Ying's heart suddenly softened. Shen Qingyu met her gaze, and as if on cue, he leaned down, his eyes lowered, and she lifted her head to kiss the corner of his lips. Qiao Ying gently bit him and then let go, her eyes sparkling, her smile bright. "Shen Qingyu, how can you be so lovable?" She always expressed her affection directly, and Shen Qingyu often felt unbearably hot inside, perhaps he was sick again and needed her to treat him. The boy's eyelashes fluttered, his blue eyes shimmering. "Do you like me even more today?" Qiao Ying nodded, readily admitting, "Yes, I like you even more today than I did yesterday." He pursed his lips, but couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips, a light laugh escaping his lips, making the air feel lighter. "Yingying, I like you so much too." "I know." Qiao Ying snuggled into his arms, and he wrapped her tightly around him, shielding her from the annoying cold wind. She looked at him, her heart filled with joy. Shen Qingyu said, "You won't leave me, right?" Qiao Ying knew what he was worried about, hugged his waist tightly, and replied comfortably, "You're the husband I finally managed to win over, I wouldn't leave you." Shen Qingyu had learned a principle before: a woman values how easy it is to get along with her husband's elders. Just like Qiao Ying, when he brought her back to the Shen family, she saw that his "elders" were easy to get along with, and only then did she forcefully teach him what a wedding night was like. He was clever, and he thought that this principle could be used in a different way. If the woman's elders were not satisfied with him, would they make her change husbands? Killing was a very simple thing, but Qiao Ying didn't like killing. If he killed all her family members, she would definitely cry. She refused his flesh and blood, and she refused his heart. If she cried, he really didn't know how to make her happy. So after thinking it over, he still didn't want to see her cry. Qiao Ying had no idea that Shen Qingyu had been planning things out in his heart. Holding his hand, she told him again, "I'm already married to you, so it's a fait accompli. Even if my parents object, they definitely won't kick you out. I've already thought it through. After we meet my parents, we'll buy a small courtyard house outside, just the two of us." Shen Qingyu was very territorial, and so far, he could only accommodate Qiao Ying. This was his nature. Perhaps in the future, his territory would gradually open up to more people, but at least not now. His situation wasn't suitable for living in a large mansion. Their simple life as a couple was fine. Whenever her parents missed her, she would take Shen Qingyu back to her parents' home. Just the two of them. The young man saw himself reflected in her eyes. The years of hardship and wandering, when reflected in her eyes, suddenly solidified into a sense of peace year after year. From now on, through the mundane world, from dawn till dusk, the wind was her, the moon was her, and in his eyes and heart, from beginning to end, there was only her. Qiao Ying was afraid he would feel awkward and uneasy in unfamiliar surroundings, so she wanted to be closer to him when they were alone, to comfort her beloved little fox. She exchanged deep breaths with him, and after a long while, smiled close to his lips, "Will you be bored at my house?" Shen Qingyu shook his head, and when she reached out and touched the top of his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled comfortably. Qiao Ying lazily snuggled into his arms, "Yu Bao, hold me, I want to sit in your lap." "Okay." Shen Qingyu obediently picked her up, sat her on the couch, and placed her on his lap, gazing at her with a constant smile. "Shen Qingyu, sweet Yu, Yu Bao, you smell so good." She buried her face in his neck, her breath tickling the skin on his neck. Shen Qingyu's lips curved into a smile, "Yingying, it's so strange." She was clearly human, yet now she rubbed against him like a little animal. Her body was already completely filled with his scent, but she wanted even more. If she went out now, even the birds in the sky would probably avoid her for miles. Qiao Ying cupped his face, smiling brightly as she looked at him, "Then tell me if you like me like this." He said, "I like it." Qiao Ying hugged his neck again, sinking into his embrace, taking a deep breath, and said contentedly, "I like it too." Later, after learning about his past, she suddenly realized that she liked him to the point of being incredibly fond of him. Just how much did this liking go? She couldn't say for sure. Only after remembering the so-called plot, their story and ending had clearly changed, yet she still felt a lingering fear. Thinking carefully, if either of them had made the wrong choice between her and Shen Qingyu, would he still be torn apart like in the story, never to find peace for eternity? Qiao Ying looked up and met his gaze again, drawn to the blue eyes that were always watching her. Like the sky, like the sea, a vast and boundless expanse, yet containing only her tiny form. Qiao Ying's eyes flickered. Shen Qingyu noticed her change in mood, bent down to touch her forehead, and the two looked at each other so close, enjoying the satisfaction of their intertwined breaths. "Yingying, what are you afraid of?" Qiao Ying's hand stroked his face. "I'm afraid I'll accidentally lose you." He laughed. "No, even if you forget to hold my hand, it doesn't matter. I'll always be with you. As long as you turn around, you'll see me." Qiao Ying smiled brightly. "Yes, I understand." Their relationship was unclear; perhaps it was already destined that he would be entangled with her until death the moment Qiao Ying fully accepted his obsession and morbidity. He didn't care what others thought, whether they liked or disliked him. His territory was only open to Qiao Ying, and now it could only accommodate Qiao Ying. As long as she liked him, that was enough. Besides, Qiao Ying's parents weren't exactly detestable. They actually saw through his bewitching nature at a glance; they were indeed Yingying's parents, quite clever indeed. On a whim, Qiao Ying pounced on the boy on the couch. His fluffy fox tail appeared, skillfully wrapping around her body, gently enveloping her. The warm room was now quite warm. A pair of fox ears emerged from the boy's white hair, the tips trembling slightly, his clever fur quivering gently. His fair and flawless face showed extreme comfort and drowsiness as he lazily replied, "I'll listen to Yingying." He was so obedient. She really liked him! When Qiao Ying was enveloped in the white fur, she finally realized something was wrong, but her struggling hand was just stretched out from the fur when the boy's large hand grabbed it back. The bed curtains fell, and in the hazy, shifting light and shadow, one could only vaguely see a tall fox demon dominating the entire bed, forced to huddle up to avoid collapsing the young woman's embroidered bed. "Yingying." "I like you." "I like you so much." "I like you so much…so much…" He obediently closed his eyes, pressed against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, each beat gentle and resolute. And so, the young man, weathered by the storms of life for over a decade, could finally drift peacefully into a deep sleep, a sleep filled with warmth and a promise of return. The young man knew that her soft white hair held great significance for his wife; when he knelt down, he carefully held her long hair, preventing it from falling to the ground. Even as the fallen leaves had grown long enough, he stood there quietly for a long, long time, as if he could watch the world grow old until the girl he loved finally came to find him. "My dear fish!" His eyelashes fluttered, and when he looked up, his eyes shimmered with blue light. Even faster than a verbal response, his instinctive movement was to stand up, open his arms, and catch the girl who ran into his embrace. Qiao Ying looked up and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long. You must have been very bored, right?" Shen Qingyu shook his head, his fingertips smoothing Qiao Ying's wind-blown hair. "I know you were thinking of me too, so I'm not bored at all." Qiao Ying laughed. Although Shen Qingyu was squatting there counting fallen leaves, he had overheard their conversation. Yingying was hugging someone else, but that was Yingying's mother. He suppressed his primal displeasure, only leaning down to nuzzle her, masking the other's scent and leaving more of his own on her. He then lowered his head to smell her neck, filled with his own fragrance, before letting out a soft laugh. With a "bang," white mist billowed out, and the fox tail that had been wrapped around Qiao Ying vanished, along with the thin boy. When the mist dissipated, a white fox sat upright on the bed. The fox had a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes, long and narrow at the corners, seemingly watching her with a gentle smile. Qiao Ying froze, then jumped off the bed, covering her mouth with her hands, staring at the obediently seated white fox, her eyes sparkling with bright light. The white fox swayed its fluffy tail and tilted its head, its smile deepening in its blue eyes, seemingly revealing a silent allure. Qiao Ying's will was extremely weak; she stretched out her trembling hands, "I'll hug my husband... It should be okay, right?" The little fox realized something was wrong and was suddenly picked up by the girl's hands and placed in her arms. Qiao Ying rubbed her face against the little fox's belly frantically, as if addicted, constantly shouting, "I love it so much! I love it so much! I love it so much!" The little fox hung blankly on the wall, its eyes vacant. Qiao Ying said, "Am I useless? I can't even break your bondage and take you away from here." He tilted his head, carelessly rubbing his scarred face against her palm. He felt her hand trembling, as if afraid of hurting him and wanting to pull it away. He subconsciously grabbed her hand and continued to press it against his face. Qiao Ying took a long time to compose herself, noticing the dry grass he was still holding in his hand. Suddenly, she remembered the grasshopper he had taught her to weave. "It's boring here, isn't it? I'll teach you to make something fun." She carefully held his hand, trying to avoid his wounds, and guided him to weave the basic shape of a little grasshopper with the dry grass. He couldn't see, so he could only follow her instructions, feeling his way along. Progress was slow, but Qiao Ying was incredibly patient, just like Shen Qingyu had patiently taught her how to weave a grasshopper. Then, the grasshopper's wings appeared, and its legs too. She placed the little grasshopper in his palm, her fingertips gently stroking his still-intact skin, which he then grasped with both his small hands. Qiao Ying laughed, "You're really clever; you learned it so quickly." As if instinctively, he snuggled closer to her, seeking more warmth to envelop himself. Qiao Ying's heart suddenly softened. She lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's face. He didn't know what the person holding him was doing; he only felt a tremor run through his body, as if he were being burned. But unlike what his "friends" had done to him, this burning sensation didn't bring him pain. He tilted his head back, propped himself up, searching for her, wanting her to do more of that. But the body he was holding was slowly losing strength. The moment he found her breath and leaned in, the warmth enveloping him vanished. The boy, losing his embrace, fell to the ground. He reached out, groping around, but the empty cell held only him. Shen Qingyu, awakened from his sleep by the person holding him tighter and tighter, instinctively reached out and gently patted her back before even opening his eyes. His wife buried her face in his neck, clinging to him with all her might, saying nothing. Shen Qingyu opened his deep blue eyes and stroked the back of her head again. "Did you have a nightmare?" She nodded. He said, "With me here, the nightmare won't come true." He pulled her into his arms, brushing aside the stray hairs at her temples, his clear eyes gazing tenderly at her. "Yingying, sleep peacefully." Qiao Ying nestled into his embrace, like the boy in his dream wanting to be nestled even deeper into the girl's warm embrace. After a long while, she said in a muffled voice, "We'll definitely have many, many happy days ahead of us, right?" He chuckled softly, "Yes." She suddenly said, "I know you hid the love transference potion in the closet." Shen Qingyu: "..." Qiao Ying raised her face and kissed him, "Don't be afraid, I'll always love you, you'll never need the love transference potion." He lowered his head, pressed his lips to hers, and softly murmured "Mmm." Year after year, their lives unfolded like ordinary days. Having someone to share meals with, someone to accompany them, was the best ending for this life. Unlike her father, Xiao Bai had a particular fondness for sweets, but she often couldn't finish her food. So, from the time she grew teeth and could gnaw on sweets, Shen Qingyu ate every leftover. Perhaps because he did this so often, Shen Qingyu no longer found sweet things so disgusting. Qiao Ying ran her fingers through his soft white hair and chuckled, "You know how to feel sorry for your father now, that's really something." "Feel sorry?" Shen Qingyu asked, bewildered, "Does Xiaobai feel sorry for me?" "Of course, you're her father. If she doesn't feel sorry for you, who else should she feel sorry for?" Shen Qingyu seemed to understand but not quite. Qiao Ying cupped his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes. "You always spoil her so much. There's probably no father in the world who dotes on his child more than you. Xiao Bai isn't stupid; she can naturally sense your kindness towards her. But to be fair, my dear, Xiao Bai is becoming too spoiled. You can't let her run wild like this anymore. She needs to be punished when necessary." Shen Qingyu shook his head. "Yingying, I can't do it." "Why can't you?" He took Qiao Ying's hand, rubbing his cheek against her palm, and said affectionately, "When I think about how your blood flows in Xiao Bai's veins, when I see her hair as black as yours, and the way her eyes are slightly upturned, just like your smile, I just can't bring myself to be harsh." He leaned down, touching his forehead to hers, and whispered, "She's the little girl you gave me. I can't even bring myself to say a harsh word to her." Qiao Ying sighed deeply, but couldn't help kiss the corner of his lips. "You're such a silly fish." Shen Qingyu lowered his eyes in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Yingying, I don't know how to be a good father." Qiao Ying couldn't help but think that he was completely different now from the man who had just given birth to Xiao Bai. When Qiao Ying was first pregnant, he often couldn't help but reveal his demonic form, eyeing the bloodline in her womb with lust. Later, Xiao Bai was born. She hadn't yet learned to control her power, sometimes transforming into a soft-furred little fox in the cradle, sometimes into a wrinkled little baby, crying loudly when hungry and howling when wet. He found her very noisy. One day, Qiao Ying returned home and found that the baby in the cradle was nowhere to be found. She was frantic, searching the entire house and then running out of the house. Finally, in the backyard, she witnessed a scene she would never forget. A massive nine-tailed fox stood on the rooftop, a fluffy little fox in its mouth. Compared to its father, this little fox looked like a tiny ball of fur, occasionally whimpering, instinctively seeking its father's affection. Qiao Ying called out, "Shen Qingyu!" The fox turned around; its usually gentle blue eyes were now as cold and still as stagnant water. If it released its grip, the little fox would surely fall from the roof and be smashed to pieces. Qiao Ying carefully took a few steps forward. "Qingyu, where are you taking our child?" The little fox nestled into its bushy tail. Sensing the danger of being repelled by its own kind, it cowered within the layers of its tail, too afraid to move. The fox spirit's voice was gentle under the moonlight, "Yingying, she can walk and jump, her teeth have grown in, she's reached the age where she can hunt and support herself." Qiao Ying asked nervously, "And then?" "Then she should leave my territory to find her own." The eerily beautiful fox spirit stretched out her nine fox tails, laughing softly, "This is our home, Yingying's home. She's been in our home for too long." Qiao Ying had said that she wanted to live a simple life with him, that they would have a small home, a home for just the two of them. This home wasn't luxurious, nor could it compare to the grand Qiao family mansion, but he loved it. Every morning when he woke up, Qiao Ying was in his arms. Even when he was cooking in the kitchen and Qiao Ying was lazily sitting in the yard basking in the sun, just hearing her movements made him feel content. But things changed; she was pregnant with a little fox. Qiao Ying was completely dazed the day she was diagnosed with pregnancy, and stammered, "So reproductive isolation doesn't exist in this world?" Shen Qingyu didn't understand her words, but he remembered that he was the most powerful person in Qiao Ying's eyes, and he couldn't admit that he didn't understand. He vaguely understood that in human couples, there would always be a next generation, and now, his and Qiao Ying's next generation was coming. Shen Qingyu wanted to learn to be human, to look forward to the arrival of the child like a human father, but Qiao Ying's body was no longer filled with his scent; her lower abdomen carried the scent of another little fox. He couldn't suppress his animalistic instincts, and often, after Qiao Ying fell asleep, he would reveal his massive demonic form, his pair of dark blue eyes fixed intently on her lower abdomen. Perhaps the little fox in her womb had sensed the danger early on, for she was born into the world after two months. Her birth was smooth, causing her mother little suffering. But the sense of danger surrounding her never dissipated. Finally, this danger became a reality. The little fox was still young, about the size of a human child, lying in a cradle sucking her fingers. But she also possessed animal instincts, knowing what was dangerous and what wasn't. She wanted to run back to her mother's arms, but the large tail enveloping her was like a cage, preventing her escape. The fox demon said it was time to send her out of her territory. Qiao Ying secretly thought she was truly experiencing pregnancy-induced brain fog; how had she not noticed that Shen Qingyu had been suppressing his feelings for so long? She knew his past and naturally understood that she couldn't judge him by normal standards, so even now, she couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh to him. "Shen Qingyu, Xiaobai isn't an outsider; she's our child. Smell her carefully; she smells you and me, doesn't she?" The fox demon lowered her head, her nose twitching slightly. The little fox raised her face, her blue eyes glistening with tears, looking pitiful. The fox demon tilted her head slightly, her own eyes blinking. Qiao Ying continued, "Her blood is yours, and it's mine, Shen Qingyu. She's not an outsider; she's your child." He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, his fox ears drooping, his fur seemingly listless. "She's my child, and Yingying's child, which is why Yingying loves her." Qiao Ying took a while to process this, finally understanding the problem. She and Shen Qingyu had both been completely unprepared for the arrival of this little life. To put it irresponsibly, Shen Qingyu lacked common sense, while the more sensible Qiao Ying assumed that reproductive isolation meant they would never have children. However, Shen Qingyu wasn't as accepting as Qiao Ying; his world revolved around her, and he wanted Qiao Ying's world to revolve solely around him. Having enjoyed all her love, he naturally wouldn't share it with anyone else. Qiao Ying readily admitted, "Yes, I do love Xiaobai." The pure white fox demon's eyes dimmed, appearing even more lonely in the wind. "But that's because I like you, that's why I like Xiaobai." Qiao Ying looked up at the great demon on the roof and said clearly, word by word, "Shen Qingyu, Xiaobai is your child. The more I like you, the more I will like Xiaobai. Don't you understand? If it weren't for you, how could I feel both pity and love for Xiaobai? If it weren't for you, how could I bear to see her suffer even a little? From beginning to end, Xiaobai's existence has never taken away my love for you. On the contrary, it is precisely because Xiaobai's father is you that I will care about you even more, like you even more, and want you even more!" The fox demon's ears twitched, and his fluffy fur seemed to regain its vitality, softly unfolding. His blue eyes sparkled. Ignoring the possibility of passersby, Qiao Ying, having heard her own shameful confession, went all out and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Shen Qingyu, haven't you noticed that my desire for you has become even stronger since Xiaobai came along?!" "That's because the happier and more fulfilled our child is, the more I want to make up for the childhood you missed!" "I love you, I've always loved you. In my heart, no one can compare to you, not even Xiaobai!" The fox demon's tail suddenly stiffened, its fluffy fur trembled slightly, its ear tips flushed pink, and even its clear eyes shimmered with a delicate light. Freed from the restraint of its large tail, the little fox rolled on the rooftop and tumbled off the eaves. Qiao Ying cried out, "Xiaobai!" A young man in blue robes and white hair appeared out of nowhere, his wide sleeves fluttering as he caught the falling fox, cradling its soft body in his palm, landing it safely on the ground. Qiao Ying rushed over; the little fox, though frightened, was unharmed in the young man's arms. The little fox transformed back into a baby. She had forgotten the danger her father had brought her not long ago; she only remembered that her father had caught her and protected her. She grinned, revealing two tiny baby teeth, stretched out her chubby little hands, and babbled incoherently. Shen Qingyu poked her cheek and said, "So ugly." The baby seemed to know that her father had said something unpleasant; her ears and tail popped out, her mouth pursed, and tears welled up in her blue eyes. Qiao Ying quickly took the child into her arms and comforted her, managing to stop the child's tears. She looked up and warned, "Shen Qingyu, you can't say a girl is ugly." Qiao Xiaobai's fox ears popped out again, trembling slightly. Listening to her parents' mushy words, her expression was full of disgust. She knew that her father loved her mother most, and her mother loved her father most. But what did it matter? Because she also knew that her father loved her, and her mother loved her too; she had two loves. Qiao Xiaobai rested her chin on her hands, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the full moon in the sky. Today is the fifteenth, what a wonderful day!
The male and female protagonists are both intelligent and belong to opposing camps in the cultivation world. The male protagonist's family rules explicitly forbid him from marrying a noblewoman, but he can't resist the female protagonist's persistent pleading and finally wins her heart. However, how could the mastermind behind the scenes allow this? They deliberately set a deadly trap, leading the male protagonist straight into it. Falling into the demonic path, the male protagonist can only transform himself into a villain, returning to the cultivation world to wreak havoc.
This is something I've never seen before. The male lead is bound to a system, which requires him to win over the female lead in order to restore his magical power. However, the female lead can hear the male lead's thoughts. The novel point is that the reason the male lead is bound to the system is foreshadowed many years ago. Hundreds of years ago, the male lead knew that magical power was very important to him, so he designed the system so that his future self could not harm the female lead and could continue to be with her (a bit of a spoiler [shy]).
How about some novels that don't rely on a strong plot? Something heartwarming and comforting, like a light and simple story about life while traveling, full of everyday warmth and humanity.
🌧️ [High-ranking official + Older man + Intellectual romance + Both are virgins + Step-by-step strategy] First book: A political bigwig within the system X A clear-headed and insightful junior clerk. The day she woke up in the ICU, auditing elite Lin Yao decided to abandon KPIs, take the civil service exam, and get off work regular hours. Every day she printed documents, organized files, observed the rules within the system, and discovered that life inside and outside the red walls was like a walled city. Until the arrival of the new secretary, Zhou Yanshen, everything became uncontrollable!! When the aloof secretary sheds his disguise, when the young woman is forced into a competitive situation, in this game that begins with curiosity, is captivated by talent, and ultimately won by attraction, who will fall first? [Kiss][Kiss]
I recommend this thought-provoking and touching novel. It has a fresh theme and a rich, in-depth plot. The first volume features the protagonist fighting bandits and robots while uncovering the true culprit in a murder case. The second volume is about the war between humans and demons. The third volume is about breaking free from the control of the Demoness of Desire. The currently being published fourth volume is about facing 25 trials from one's ancestors.
[Sweet Romance] "A fair-skinned, beautiful, and incredibly beautiful innocent heroine vs. A hero who is unaware of his own love and kneels to pursue her." Gu Ci knelt before Song Zhao, his eyes red, and pleaded humbly, "My mistress, I'll be your mistress, okay?" "Please..."
