Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling's child in an accident. 
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation's son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, "Hello, Daddy?"
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, "Where's my princess?"
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling. 

"You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let's have another baby!"


USBa Charger Tang Jian: As for the owner of this house, he's snoring a lot right now, and I'm sure the sound we make when we fall to the ground will be overshadowed by his snoring.

USBa Charger Grace: So how do we get down there?

USBa Charger Beverly: It's about 50 centimeters from the ground, but it's only five centimeters from the top of the bedside table, so we can jump to the top first.

USBa Charger Simon: And on the cabinet, there are two data lines, one USB a data line, one USB c data line, we can tie these two data lines together, fix one end to the lamp, then measure the distance, and after we jump, there's still five centimeters between us and the ground, so we're going to bungee jumping next.

Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, these four USB a-chargers are doing it in total disregard of the feelings of USB c-data line Turner and USB a-data line Cheng Ming, which has led to opposition from these two data lines.

USBc Data Line Turner: You're acting so recklessly.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: There is no doubt that we are two tough data wires.

USBc Data Line Turner: So there's no question that in the process of being used as a bungee jumping rope by you, it doesn't matter to us.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: But I don't like it!

USBc Data Line Turner: But I will only oppose you verbally.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: Because we know that the best punishment for you is to let you do this.

USBc Data Line Turner: We had anticipated what the outcome would be.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: The result is that you're going to be in the trash can, and you're going to be in the trash can very quickly, and most likely, even tonight, you're going to be in the trash can.

Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, these four USB a chargers, through the way of bungee jumping, in the absence of a lot of noise, very smoothly came to the ground, in fact, they don't need so much trouble, can jump directly to the ground, but that will make a lot of noise. Even so, their plans were discovered because the lamp on the bedside table was on.

Desk light Owen: I seldom turn on the lights, except when I'm reluctant, but today, I'm breaking this routine, you know why? Because of you four restless guys.

Desk light Owen: What do you want? Want to bungee jump, so tie a data line to me? Didn't you ever think that if I were to be dragged off the bedside table and fall to the ground, I would be shattered, that you would want to involve the innocent in order to satisfy a little desire within you, and that I could say that you four are uneasy and kind-hearted creatures?

Desk light Owen: Get back in the drawer, right now! And I will be tied to the USB C data line to the solution! I am thinking of you, because if I keep the lights on, it means that Yola, the owner of the house, will come to me as soon as he wakes up, and he will see you escaping from the drawer.

Desk light Owen: Do you think you can leave this bedroom before he wakes up? Even if you could get out of this bedroom, you must know that there are four very frightening creatures in the living room, three, to be exact, because the big one of them is quite decent, but even one of them can play you around. So, hurry back to this drawer under me, NOW!  

The threat of Owen's lamp worked, and Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly and Simon did not go any further toward the bedroom door. They turned back the way they had come, and were very careful, so Owen turned off the lamp. However, when it heard the noise again and wanted to turn on the light again, it could not turn on the light. The four USB a chargers moved their hands and feet on the plug-in board connected to it, pressed the power switch on it, and turned off the power. As a result, Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, and Simon, the four USB a chargers, have been condemned by their affected Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan for their rash behavior.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: Don't worry, I won't complain about you, Because I think you did the right thing, Even at night, when you turn off the electrical appliances, you should turn off the power that connects them at the same time, because I can't guarantee that everything will be all right. I have a deep understanding of the current. I know that the current with a voltage of more than 110 volts is terrible, so I'll give you a wake-up call and get out of this bedroom and this house.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: It's best to get to the main road, and when you get to the main road, you'll have the courage to get to the middle of the main road, so that when a few tons, even a dozen tons, dozens of tons of vehicles pass by, you'll be crushed and crushed in that instant.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: You know why I said that? This is because, you have to admit, you are the waste, and the best place to go is the waste disposal station.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: But when you're sent to the waste disposal station, you're also sent to the pulverizer and crushed, so I remind you, right now, to the main road. Go, go now!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: You can tell from my words how much I don't like you!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: I'd love to see you out of this house myself, if I could, because I don't want to work with you anymore, and there have been a lot of plug-in board fires because of working with you old chargers, and then it's bad luck.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: Let's face it, I don't want to be the next bad guy!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: So any charger or plug I want to work with is new!

When Owen couldn't reproduce the mess, Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, the four USB chargers, left the bedroom without a hitch, because the bedroom door was open all the time, but when they arrived in the living room, Liu Peng, the smart TV set that was still playing TV, suddenly blossomed. What was the matter? Just then, Mukang, the router next to Liu Peng, laughed.

Router Mukang: Hehe! Look what scared you!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: You scared the hell out of me, too!

Router Mukang: Is it that mysterious? This isn't the first time I've lost my network!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: But this is the first time you've deliberately disconnected!

Router Mukang: How do you know this is the first time I've deliberately disconnected!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: Is it because of you that I have been unable to connect to the Internet many times before? Shall I take the initiative to disconnect from the network and let Yola know that the router next to me should be laid off? Shall I?

Router Mukang: Who's afraid of who?

Smart TV series Liu Peng: Yes! Who's afraid of who!

Fu Huai'an's Weibo account had blown up! There were all sorts of comments, making one unsure whether to laugh or cry…
Some people had converted into Fu Huai'an's fans because of his figure and looks, as well as some who claimed they were going to join the army!
A large majority had added a line after they were done commenting, one marveling about Fu Huai'an's figure and him being super-duper-handsome… or likening him to walking hormones!
Others were gushing over how pretty Lin Nuan was in the display photo, and that their kid was so adorable it was heartbreaking! They also brought special mention to Lin Nuan and that kid's smiles; if they weren't truly related by blood, how could they be smiling so blissfully and vibrantly as their foreheads leaned against each other.
Someone also suggested that Lin Nuan must have saved the galaxy in her previous lifetime, which was why she managed to obtain such a wonderful love in this lifetime, as well as such an adorable child! Especially since her husband had good looks, a good figure, such a ridiculously high net worth, and on top of that, was so devoted to her!
There were also people who were harping on Fu Huai'an's engagement to Gu Hanyan, pressing for them to clarify this matter on Fu Huai'an and Lin Nuan's official Weibo accounts.
Lin Nuan clicked on the username "Lin Nuan's husband" and saw that it was verified as the President of the Kaide Corporation. Her eyes became watery; the entire bedroom was so silent there was only the sound of her breathing. It wasn't a prank—it really was Fu Huai'an!
In the past, when it came to facing rumors and gossip, even though Lin Nuan would feel upset about it, it was no longer a weapon that could hurt her. 
Now, with Fu Huai'an suddenly coming out to announce that he was her husband in such an aggressive manner—and leaving those lines of lyrics—Lin Nuan felt like the softest spot in her heart was impactfully struck; the layers upon layers of armor that she had built up around her heart were crushed in an instant, her heart so soft and tender it was indescribable…
Lin Nuan covered her mouth with one hand, tears dripping down her face.
No one knew, after all these years of getting used to facing it all alone, how Lin Nuan would feel now that she had someone to stand out and withstand the rain and wind with her… 
She sat on the bed and mildly curled up her legs, burying her face in between her knees. She used her knees to wipe away her tears, trying very hard to keep her eyes wide open as she stared at Fu Huai'an's post; however, her eyes were constantly blurred by tears.
Hearing the sound of the shower in the bathroom suddenly stop, Lin Nuan hurriedly wiped away her tears with the back of her hands and inhaled several deep breaths to adjust her own breathing and emotions. But it was as if her nose was blocked; no air could pass through, so Lin Nuan could only breathe with her mouth.
She set her phone on the bedside table and got up to walk to the French windows, cracking open a window…
The gentle breeze blew in her face, and only then did Lin Nuan feel like her nose was starting to decongest a little.
After soothing and calming down her emotions, Lin Nuan shut the window and went back to the room.
Fu Huai'an was done showering; recalling that the blow-dryer was still on the bedside cabinet, he pulled open the door to the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, bringing with him the hot steamy air mixed with the fragrance of shower gel.
Fu Huai'an had just pulled open the door to the bathroom and had yet to exit when he suddenly felt a light-blue body running into his arms. Fu Huai'an was caught off guard and had to grab the doorframe to avoid stumbling back from the impact.
His jet-black hair was dripping with water droplets, which were gliding down his neck but not into that area where Lin Nuan had her petite face pressed against his chest. There was a warmth to those water droplets in that spot that made Fu Huai'an unsure whether it was the water from his own body or Lin Nuan's tears.
He lowered his head to look at Lin Nuan, who was hugging him tightly, then circled an arm around her slim shoulders. His gentle and rich voice sounded a little raspy and came off as particularly magnetic and sexy under the warm lighting of the room as he asked, "What is it? Hm?"
Lin Nuan didn't reply, only hugging Fu Huai'an with her face full of tears. Her petite face closely pressed to Fu Huai'an's firm chest as she shook her head.
The man's chest was very warm, so warm it made one greedy for it…
Her slim fingers moved up from Fu Huai'an's wet back as she tiptoed and grabbed his broad shoulders. She nested her head on Fu Huai'an's neck, breathing on his neck and causing his body to tighten momentarily.
It was hard to remain unmoved when he had a soft and fragrant woman throwing herself into his arms.
Lin Nuan's fingers were slightly chilly from having been exposed to the wind a moment ago; their contact with Fu Huai'an's skin, which had its temperature slightly raised from the shower, made Fu Huai'an feel extra comfortable.
His nostrils were filled with the lovely scent of Lin Nuan's hair and her body…
Her chilly fingers and breathing brought about a reaction in Fu Huai'an.
His gaze swept over the hair-dryer on the bedside cabinet and caught sight of the blinking phone, which led him to guess that Lin Nuan was probably acting this way because of his Weibo…
The corners of his lips turned up as his arms enveloped Lin Nuan; the slightly warmer large hands were cupped around Lin Nuan's face as his scorching hot lips came pressing down. He aggressively led her to the side of the bed and pinned her down, his large hand reaching under Lin Nuan's sleeping gown.
Fu Huai'an's kiss was so hot that Lin Nuan felt unable to bear it. Her hands were tightly gripped on Fu Huai'an's shoulders; just when she felt like she was going to suffocate from a lack of air, she subconsciously tightened her grip on Fu Huai'an's shoulders, her nails clawing into his tightened muscles. 
In the affairs between men and women, it was usually these little thrills that made people go all the more crazy.
Fu Huai'an could no longer hold it back and reached to tear away Lin Nuan's clothes; it was then he heard a heavily panting Lin Nuan asking him to lock the door.
Fu Huai'an was rendered speechless.
Was it really a good idea to interrupt him at a moment like this?
"Lock the door properly! Else I won't be at ease! Quick…" Lin Nuan prompted Fu Huai'an. 
Her chest was heaving up and down violently, her heart feeling like it was about to thump out of her rib cage.
There were three kids in the house, and yet she and Fu Huai'an were indulging right here… 
What if one of those kids were to suddenly barge in, would Lin Nuan have the face to see other people in the future?
Fu Huai'an propped up his body with great difficulty, then got up to lock the door; when he got back, under the wall lights, Lin Nuan was gazing at him with her body half-propped up…
Her top, which already had a few buttons undone, slipped off her slim shoulders, revealing the fair skin underneath, as well as a subtle roundness.
Lin Nuan's collarbone had always been attractive; at this moment, because of her violently heaving chest, her collarbones changed between being visible one moment and indistinct the next! 
Such stimulating visuals made Fu Huai'an unable to hold himself back anymore; he pinned Lin Nuan down once again…
…
They fooled around late into the night yesterday. Lin Nuan remembered that she had to go to the AG company with Fang Yan today and had wanted to get up early, but it was so hard to wake up.
Sensing Fu Huai'an coming out from the bathroom and planting a kiss on her lips, Lin Nuan's eyelashes fluttered… but her eyes were still shut.
It was early in the morning, and Fu Huai'an's kiss already felt so intruding; his tongue was tracing Lin Nuan's lips and tongue before naturally prying apart her teeth and launching a deep kiss, making Lin Nuan moan involuntarily. Her sore arms had already found their way around Fu Huai'an's neck as she lightly raised her jaw in response.
It was only when Lin Nuan was almost out of air that Fu Huai'an finally let go of her lips. He propped one hand next to Lin Nuan's pillow as he wiped away the saliva at the corner of her lips. He then spoke, his voice incredibly low and sensual as he said, "It's so early in the morning, are you trying to stop me from going to the company? Hm?"
Lin Nuan managed to open her sleepy eyes with great difficulty. She gazed at Fu Huai'an and said, "Are you a rogue or not? You were obviously the one who kissed me first…"


With his engagement at hand, the most terrifying and legendary person of the legal world, Fu Huai'an, returns with a son.

Before the engagement…

He asks, "Since you love Wen Moshen, why are you in my bed?"
She says, "Because I cannot watch idly as Wen Moshen's woman enters an engagement with you."

With a cigarette in Fu Huai'an's mouth, he crosses his legs. Across the light cloud of smoke, he squints his eyes—watching as Lin Nuan's slim arms wrap around his neck; he feels stirred.

So a person can love another so passionately.

"You call what you did a kiss?"
"…"
"What a pure lady!" 

Fu Huai'an spews out a cloud of smoke and snuffs out the cigarette. With a mellow voice, he says, "Let me teach you what kissing is!"

But, what he teaches Lin Nuan doesn't seem to be only a kiss…

Under the dim light, there shadows were showing on the wall, but there was supposedly only one person in the room. The two sides next to Wenyu's body creased downward as her hair spread like a halo—it felt like something was pressing down on her.
"Qiumei, Qiumei… Qiumei!" Wenyu suddenly jumped up from her sleep. She inhaled greedily and looked around with a lost expression on her face. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone around the room, giving it an intimate atmosphere. Most of the furniture was where it was supposed to be—there was no sign of anyone else having been in the room.
"Worse thing than having a nightmare is waking up in the middle of the night and realizing that the night is still long." Wenyu picked up the documents on the bed and looked around. "Where's the pen?"
She climbed out from bed to grab the pen, which had fallen away. Then she placed the pen and the papers that she had gathered into the folder inside her bag.
"Time to go back to bed. When the sun rises, I'll go to the school to take a look."
Climbing back into bed, Wenyu switched off the bedside table. Just as the room submerged into darkness, the camera caught a woman in a red outfit standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
When lights went off, she walked out of the bathroom again. She was still inside the room, but since the room was now completely shrouded in darkness, no one could see her.
The way that this movie portrays ghosts is quite interesting. Perhaps my Haunted House can take inspiration from it, to give the visitors a new sensation through a clever use of contrast.
The desire of Chen Ge to meet the movie director grew. If he cooperated with the director, Chen Ge had a feeling that he could raise the horror level at his Haunted House to new heights.
The screen was dark—one could barely see anything. However, this also gave the audience plenty of room for imagination because everyone knew, in the darkness, other than the sleeping main character, there was a ghost in a red outfit. The whole scene was captured in one shot; there was no editing, and that lent the movie a sense of authenticity.
Several seconds later, the scene ended, and the sun rose. Everything in the room was the same. The main character did not sense anything out of place, as if the memory from the previous night was truly just a nightmare.
"I broke out in cold sweat, worried about the girl." Ol' Zhou patted his chest lightly.
"Can you even break out in sweat?" Duan Yue rolled her eyes at him.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you touch my palm to find out?" Ol' Zhou extended his hand to Duan Yue, but the latter saw through the old trick, and she slapped his hand away.
The employees were greatly enraptured by the movie, but Chen Ge alone was thinking about something else. He had watched Deskmate earlier, and after comparing both Deskmate and Name, he noticed many problems.
"Both main characters are called Wenyu, so they should be about the left eye. However, the difference is, in Deskmate, the main character is still underage, but in Name, the main character is already working. These two movies depict different periods in life for the same character.
Based on the introduction on the left eye in Deskmate, Wenyu's body should have played host to the souls of several girls already, but that would mean that the many details in Name would not match up.
At the start of the movie, the name on the main character's diary was Qiumei, but when the female ghost appeared and pressed herself against the main character, it was also Qiumei's name that was called.
Now the soul trapped inside Wenyu's body seems to be Qiumei's as well.
At the end of Deskmate, Qiumei had answered the call from her new Deskmate, and she had invited her over to place, so theoretically speaking, a new cycle would have started already. However, after watching Name, Chen Ge realized that things were not that simple.
Qiumei doesn't seem like she found a scapegoat and continued the cycle. Over so many years, she has been suffering everything brought upon her by the left eye alone.
The few movies shot around the left eye seemed to star Wenyu, but in reality, the main character was Qiumei, who was controlling Wenyu's body. The body was Wenyu's, but the soul was Qiumei's.
Chen Ge found that out from watching the beginning of Name. Even though he was not technically a genius, he was a person who paid attention to details. He had a pair of eyes that could look through the surface to find the truth.
The movie continued. The room in the morning was bright and clean. Who would have thought this place had played host to a ghost? The main character handed in her resignation. With the new day, she did not head to work but carried her bag loaded with information and took the bus to Western Jiujiang, following the address that she had found online.
"Is this Jiujiang Private University?" From searching for the whole morning, Wenyu finally arrived at a hospital. "I'm looking for a school, but how come the address on the internet led me to a hospital?"
The buildings around looked quite old. Even though Wenyu was a local of Jiujiang, she had no idea such a hospital existed in Jiujiang.
"Is anyone in?" Wenyu tried to open the door and discovered that the door was locked from the inside. She leaned on the glass and peered into the hospital. The tiles were gleaming, and the chairs were dustless. The walls were white and new. Other than the strange silence, this place looked no different from a normal hospital.
"This hospital doesn't even have a name. I couldn't check it online even if I want to."
Wenyu walked to the other end of the hospital, and at the backdoor, a man wearing a mask and white coat was walking out.
"Doctor, can you help me?" Wenyu ran over, but after the doctor heard her voice, he did not stop but instead walked faster.
"Doctor?" Wenyu was confused by this reaction, and she ran forward to block his way. The man grunted with impatience. He was about to turn the other way when something seemed to dawn on him. His body froze, and he looked intensely at Wenyu.
The man was 1.8 meters tall and very handsome with an even build. However, there was a dark cloud between his brows, and his gaze was chilling. He had a presence around him that would deter others from getting too close to him.
Wenyu felt discomfited from his state. After a long time, she asked, "Hi, I'm here to register at Jiujiang Private University. I've brought the relevant documents and information, but I cannot find the school. However, the address given online has led me here."
"Jiujiang Private University?" The doctor's eyes had not moved away from Wenyu's face. "That school has been shut down already, so you'd better go find a different school."
The doctor then prepared to leave. Wenyu scratched her head and then called out with some hesitation. "Wait a minute, have we seen each other somewhere before?"
The doctor continued to walk away like he could not hear her.
"Your face is very familiar. I am sure I have seen you before!" Wenyu chased after him. "What is your name?"
Being chased relentlessly by Wenyu, the doctor finally stopped moving, and the camera gave him a close-up. With his brows creased together, the doctor stared at Wenyu, and he uttered in a whisper, "My name is Chang Gu."


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

The morning sun had only showed itself as a radiant backlight in the broad and misty sky when Darren Blaque awoke for his first day of his junior year of boarding school. He had drawn the opaque velvet curtains of his window the night before, expectant of a brighter atmosphere, but now he was left in the dark as a result. Feeling blindly for the lamp at his bedside table, he pulled the cord and blinked a bit as the sudden change of scenery drowned him in glaring synthetic light. Upon doing that, his vision had then snagged on the clothing the servant had preemptively set on his desk the night before, having figured he wouldn't be of his right mind at this hour. There was a garment they had added that he didn't quite like, so he decided to fold it up and take it back inside his closet before going about the rest of his business.
When he stepped into the bathroom, he promptly engaged in a sort of staring contest with himself in the mirror, drowsily examining every inch of his discombobulated face. He stopped, his lips suddenly curling into a childish smile as he realized exactly what his exhaustion led him to do. Managing a sputtering laugh, he flicked off the bathroom lights as he went back into his room to begin the process of getting dressed.

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At this time of year, the young prince had to leave his kingdom and go to Fassore Academy, a prestigious high school for royals and commoners alike. It was far from upsetting for him, as life as a royal, a human royal of a vampire colony at that, was all too exhausting for him.
"Father? You here?" he asked quietly as he paced the barren hall where the royal living quarters were. The lights of this particular hall were usually off, and any curtains were always drawn at day so the royal family could sleep, so Darren found it difficult to tell if anyone else besides the servants were still awake. It didn't help that he didn't have night vision like his father or anyone else in the kingdom either, so he was always virtually blind whenever he set foot outside of his bedroom. There was a woosh of someone utilizing vampiric speed, and a servant arrived in front of Darren, startling him. 
He yelped and stumbled back. "You scared me!"
The servant didn't seem phased. "My apologies, Your Highness. Your father is busy. Allow me to escort you to the bus stop. I will inform him of your departure," he uttered, displaying a hand to carry Darren's suitcase. As expected, he thought. The prince held back the urge to frown and sigh from the distinct lack of emotion and gave a forced smile and a "thanks" instead, trailing behind the servant as he escorted him to the palace's bus stop.

~:~

His suitcase had been his companion for as long as he could recall. It accompanied him everywhere, from trips abroad for negotiating foreign matters, and simply visiting another District to do yearly checks on the civilians. The textured black leather handle beneath his fingertips was strangely sentimental, after all the same hand had perched atop it for a good portion of his life.
Especially with this nostalgic sidekick of his, the morning when he had to be back at boarding school was always the same. It felt the same, it looked the same--the air even seemed to have a familiar scent. As he waited, one of his legs bouncing impatiently on the bench, he was blessed with the amazing view of the late summer sun rising fully into the sky, the darkness straying away from the light. When he was younger he always used to imagine that there was a war between the dark side and the light side, and at first the dark seemed like it was going to win, but at what seemed like the last second, the light would come back and purify the last of the sky. It was like a story, and it entertained him when he didn't feel like being glued to his phone on those days.
Darren looked back at the palace, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. His home wasn't what you would think a castle would typically look like. It was more modern, with pristine black bricks and dark burgundy doors. A glass dome encased the throne room on the roof, and an observatory stretched even higher into the sky from it. In two years he would be moving out. Away from the kingdom full of emotionless creatures who constantly killed to survive. Cast away from his disappointed father, unnerving stepmother and his damned stepsister, who dared to flirt with her own step-brother almost daily. At least school meant he would be away from them for a little while.
He whipped out his phone from his pocket as soon as it chimed. Another text from Sal.
It read;

SR: anyway, can't wait to see u back at Fassore! :)

A smile crept over his face as his fingers flew over the keyboard to respond.

DB: yeah, i'll be safe from the fam. would rather not die :,)

A sudden rumbling whoosh from the distance roused him from his electronically-induced trance. He slipped his phone in his pocket and stood up, squinting his eyes to look for the bus that he had heard but not yet seen. It was mostly white, blinding to the nocturnal inhabitants of New Adelaide, so it sometimes roused angry yelling and cursing from those who were still awake. There was none yet, thankfully, but there was always a chance.
Before his mind could swallow him up once again, the view of just the road before him was replaced with a single black tire. Hot air exploded into the outside world with a deafening hiss as the bus halted before him. What had appeared before his eyes was his escape from his musty and generally uneventful world with his family. Darren trembled with anticipation as he adjusted his backpack straps and boarded the bus, letting the stone-faced servant load his suitcase into the storage compartments beside the bus door. He looked upon the driver with sparkling eyes expectantly. The driver turned to him and smiled, having sensed his gaze. It was always the same crinkled and loving smile before the same authoritative, initiating words.
"Welcome aboard, Prince Darren Blaque of New Adelaide."

The vampire kingdom of New Adelaide has certainly had an interesting history. Prince Darren is the only heir to the throne with human blood.

In his junior year at boarding school, strange things start to happen. His best friend, Sal, has grown more distant from him, and has other odd changes in behavior.

But worst of all...
Darren begins to crave blood.

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*If a chapter is deleted, it has been edited and will be posted again shortly.

Thanks for checking out my first story here! Please be gentle :)

((This story is a tragedy, so if you don't like them, don't read this))

"Its rather obvious that the two of you took your time and forgot to change..." Mythica sighed

"We have our reasons" Kishi answered truthfully

"So, What's up? Where'd you ran off to?" Airi asked. Kishi did not answer and just merely looked at Kira, who's still sniffing and has bloodshot eyes. 

Airi didn't bother to ask anymore questions, knowing none of them would be answered, but just said, 

"Pretty bad for your first day...."

"Airi, that's mean!" Mythica bellowed "Anyway, Kira, I could show you around the school tomorrow. Well, since--I mean, your brother here hasn't showed you around yet, has he?" 

Mythica said in a rather mocking tone, and took a glimpse of Kishi. Kira remained silent, but moved closer to Kishi, clutching the end of his sleeve. Seeing this, Mythica was really embarrassed and turned pink, turning back to her plate.

They entered the castle which is a student premises. The path was covered with glowing stones which can only be seen in the night, glittering as the snow around it shimmers in its light. The giant lake was bluish black, slightly icy as it reflects the moonlight. The flowers are also glowing under the clear sky, emitting beautiful blue lights. They entered pass the large wooden door, and walked across the grand hall.

Kira looked around with a curious face. Mythica smiled at this sight, as she is very fond of her. 

"The whole castle belongs to the students" Kira looked at her "The councils are currently running this place since, the previous royals have graduated, but the prince and princess would be chosen soon enough though"

"Royals...?"

"Yeah, it's part of the system, and to keep things in order. You know, just like a kingdom" Airi explained "But unfortunately, there is no king at the moment since the top rank is occupied by more than one..." he looked at Kishi to Red ".....but honestly, E-class is as good as royals, though the council still stood higher--"

"Have you not been oriented yet?!" asked Mythica

"No, only a little. Nisan told me some--and.....well..." Mythica was now casting her suspicious looks and then turned to the others

"ASA!!" 

She shouted at a boy; two years older than her. He has fiery-orange hair, and golden-green eyes. He wore a fine red waistcoat and a cravat.

"I have a tight schedule. So why me?" Asa protested

"'Cause you're the one responsible"

"Things have been very busy, or should I remind you.....the-Na-ti-vi-ty-ball..."

"Oh, I know! But it's still your responsibility!" Mythica argued forcefully

"Myth--"

"Shush Kira"

"But I'm not the only one here! Somebody else could do it!"

Asa looked at the others hoping for some backup, but everybody else is just as exhausted as he is, thus no one did and just shook their heads

"Sorry bro" 

"Yup, just as busy as you are" added another

"Well...." Myth stared at him as he felt hopeless. But whether he like it or not, his schedule was too tight to fit one more in it. Thus, he made up his mind

"You do it" he said

Mythica was shocked of course. "What?!"

"You do it" he repeated

"I--"

"No need to, I could do it myself. Let's go Kira" Kishi told them, sick about their bickering. He walked across the grand hall, holding Kira's hand. He opened the door behind the curtains with his key, and together they climbed the spiral staircase, with Airi not far behind them, and the others, rooted at the spot.

They reached the lounging area and Kishi halted, while Kira bumped to him. Kishi looked at her, but Kira avoided eye contact, he just sighed and continued, but Mythica called after them breathing breathlessly, and Airi on the floor, making a scene that Mythica was running really fast and ran over him.

"Stop, stop" She took a deep breath then straightened herself up. "Okay" she cleared her throat "Kira's room is next to yours"

"I know" said Kishi

"Y-you knew?" Mythica said, utterly surprised

"Yes, its quite obvious actually. They seem to plan everything, long before it actually happens"

"And what he means by "they", he meant by the grown-ups" Airi added, finally getting a hold of himself, standing up, and brushing off the dirt.

Kishi led Kira to her room. Her room was very neat, and white just like back in the palace. Though, a bit smaller, and only has four sides. Giant glass windows with the view of the lake, and a balcony. An elegant canopy bed at one side of it, and a pair of doors on the other. Her room also has a fireplace and a couple of bookshelves. It was really cozy and warm; one would forget it was even winter. 

Kishi reminded her to get change, and wished her goodnight, then kissed her forehead before he left. Kira walked to the other door, turned the knob, and pushed it open. The lights in that room quickly lit up as she entered. It was a dressing room, both sides filled with dresses that are mostly white, some drawers beneath them, and a big mirror and another door opposite of the entrance.

Kira soaked herself first. The warm bath was really relaxing, and the fragrant of various flowers and herbs (Sychi strictly instructed her to add them to her bath everyday) filled the place, making it feel more better. After sometime, she quickly dressed and wore a simple white dress. It has long sleeves that are a bit longer than her whole arm, the dress's length reached below her knees, and a thin ribbon tied on her waist. 

She climbed up the bed, and fixed her pillow to a more comfortable shape, then laid down staring at the canopy, thinking. She's got a lot weaker in the past few years, she could barely keep up with everyone. Her fears have gotten worse, and somehow, appeared. She felt frustrated, not only because the things she could do was very limited, but also because she's being a burden to those around her. 

"Fuffy" She called

A Fuffy four-tailed fox instantly appeared in her arms. She hugged it tightly, but the ticking of the clock in her bedside table kept bothering her. Soon after, she finally gave up and got up to her feet. She went out of her room to the deserted hallway, and stood in front of her brother's room. Without knocking, she just entered and walked in. Kishi's room was exactly like hers, and Kishi was sitting in his bed reading a book, but when she entered, he just looked at her, but once again, she avoided his gaze. 

She walked up to him, still hugging Fuffy who seemed to have doubled in size. She climbed the bed and laid beside him, snugging under the blanket, and burying her face into his.

"Aren't you going to ask anything?" She said

"You avoided my eyes; you don't want to be asked" He answered softly "Just so you know, your acting like a child" He added when Kira moved closer

"I 'am a child" She corrected

Kira just let out a little groan, then closed her eye to sleep. Kishi sighed, half laughing as he whispered, 

"What a baby"

In a fantasy world full of mystery, Yuki who created that world in her sea of consciousness, was suddenly sucked in when the skies suddenly turned red.

There she finds the story of Kishi and Kira, twins that are innocently living a perfect life together as Sacred royals until the tragedies of their lives begin to swallow them whole. 

As they unlock the mysteries of that world, their life is only getting worse. Death follows them everywhere they go, unable to protect those that are dear to them, and the dark forces that desires their mysterious power. 

Will they be able to survive? Or will their guardians and friends be forced to slay them to save the world in order to stop the destruction that once happened a million years ago? 

How will they be able to survive their cruel fate that forcibly kills them no matter how many time someone was sacrificed for them to be saved? And how will Yuki and their guardians be able to help them?

[Loriana's Perspective]     

I gradually stirred in the middle of the night to an eerie silence in my house. I looked to my bedside table and at the digital clock to see that the time was currently 3:05 A.M. The silence was to be expected at this hour of the night, but waking up at midnight was still quite disturbing to a twenty-six year old me. The darkness and silence seemed to envelope my existence, making me feel quite alone.

My throat felt dry, so I decided that I would head to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I slowly sat up in my bed, allowing the bed cover to fall off my chest and onto my lap. Looking down, even though I wasn't able to see clearly in the darkness, I knew that I was wearing a pretty see-through black-lace nightgown that only covered the important parts of my breasts. Slowly, I got up from my bed and walked over to the door of my room, yawning as I did so. My vision was still somewhat blurry from drowsiness, but I could still see where everything was without my contacts or glasses. I actually dislike wearing glasses. They're quite uncomfortable to me and I only wear them when it's absolutely necessary.

I stepped foot in the dark and eerie hallway outside of my bedroom, feeling once again that uneasy feeling of being alone in the night. Usually, I would find solace in the fact that in the bedroom opposite of mine in the hallway, my nephew would be sleeping peacefully. I haven't entered his room ever since that day I had welcomed him into this house and showed him to his room. He was about twelve back then, and since his seventeenth birthday is coming up soon, then that makes it about five years since I've set foot in his room.

Tonight, my nephew isn't in his room. In fact, he's probably not home yet since he was attending an after-party thrown by his schoolmates for the success they had in their School Festival. When he had asked me for permission, I was more than willing to allow him to stay out and have fun. He's not the most social person, with the only person that I believe he could normally interact with being me. That was an issue that his teacher who was also my new neighbor, Mura, had notified me of during a parent-teacher conference. Because of his problems socializing, I was overjoyed when I discovered that recently, he has been participating in more and more events. However, I was also somewhat sad by this fact since that meant that the time he will spend with me will be decreased. Currently, the effect of his increased participation hasn't been felt yet due to the fact that I'm constantly working overtime at my university in a secret research funded by the Vilheimian government. Once the project is completed though, I believe I might get lonely.

I turned my gaze away from the door to my nephew's room and continued to walk down the hallway towards the living room area. The kitchen is located in the same open space as the living room, so in order to get to the refrigerator, I need to pass through the living room.

I've always been quite afraid to be alone since my childhood, but due to the fact that I wasn't the best at socializing as well, I don't have many friends that I could dispel that loneliness with. Therefore, when my mother remarried my step-father when I was five and I was introduced to my step-brother, I was actually secretly excited, knowing that as a former only-child, I'll have someone whom I could talk with.

My step-brother was older than me by about eleven years. However, that large gap between us never prevented him from being there by my side. Rather, it was because of that difference in maturity was he able to help me in my desperate times. He was always there when I was lonely despite the fact that in the later years he had moved out and was residing in his college dorms, he would always come visit me whenever he had the chance, sometimes even bringing his girlfriend who was a year younger than him home.

My step-brother would go on and marry that girl he had brought home once they graduated high school. That girl was quite pretty in my standards and was a perfect fit with my step-brother. I initially despised her because she took away the love my step-brother had for me, but I gradually ended up accepting her. That girl was the mother of my nephew.

The two gave birth to my nephew when my step-brother was twenty. They had started their first years in college, but it seemed as if an accident had led to my sister-in-laws pregnancy. However, the two decided to keep the child and continued on with their education. I was impressed by how well my sister-in-law had recovered from the pregnancy and went on to acquire a degree in business management. When the two both graduated college, they both were offered high-paying jobs due to their elite status in both grades and experiences.

Their family was quite ideal. They loved their child greatly and their relationship was quite peaceful with only the rare arguments. However, even when they would argue, they would make up after a few hours. Therefore, it was shocking to me when I found out that my dear step-brother had committed suicide after he discovered that the woman he loved for so many years was cheating on him while he was away at work.

My step-brother's death led to me holding a great disdain for my former sister-in-law, but to protect the innocent child they had left behind, I decided to lie to him by saying both his parents had died in an accident. I didn't want that young child of only twelve to be faced with the fact that his father had committed suicide and his mother ran off with another man. However, when I stared into those sorrowful eyes that had forced the child to mature greatly in a short span of time, I felt as if he had known the truth since the start.

He was devastated by the death of his father, but he was extremely calm during the funeral. He exhibited a deadly silence during the ceremony and didn't shed a single tear. Other relatives talked behind his back, saying things about him being mentally retarded or suffering from mental issues. However, I knew they were wrong just by looking at that lonely figure. He wasn't suffering from any mental or intellectual issues. Rather, he was quite determined. The reason why he wasn't able to cry was probably he had wept for so long before the funeral that the tears had dried up within him.

I decided that I will take him in and raise him until adulthood. That decision wasn't opposed by any of the other relatives present since none of them had intended to help him from the start. Their faces were twisted by that fake look of sorrow as they watched the boy, and I was certain that he knew what they were thinking as well. The only source of opposition that I received was from my then boyfriend whom I had learned to love. However, his refusal to help the boy led to a great argument between the two of us, resulting in our separation. He was my first love, so occasionally, I would think back on him late at night.

I emerged from the hallway and into the living room. Here, due to the fact that I had chosen to not pull the curtains over at the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony, the living room was illuminated by the moonlight as well as the bright lights of the city. I smiled as I gazed out the glass door and at the beautiful nighttime view of Palisia. This view was one of the reasons why I chose to buy this house.

Then, in the corner of my vision, I noticed the outline of a person sitting on the couch. I cautiously took a step towards the couch, careful to not make a noise to alert whoever it was of my presence. However, once I was closer to him and the clouds parted to allow more of the celestial lights to enter through the glass door, I discovered that the person who was sitting there was my nephew. He sat there motionlessly, eyes staring blankly at the coffee table as he kept his head low. He was in a trance of melancholy as he sat there, and that side-view of his face reminded me greatly of his father.

Alevian's hair was somewhat damp and wet, leading me to believe that he had probably been home for a while now and had showered. However, what troubled me was why he was seated in the living room in such a state of depression. In his dry eyes, I could not see a glimmer of light, but that might be because of the fact that it was so late and he was extremely fatigued and lethargic. If so, then why wasn't he sleeping peacefully in his bedroom?

I slowly walked closer to him, allowing the moonlight to spray onto my legs. He stirred and turned his head slightly in my direction. However, he returned his gaze to where it was originally soon after and remained mute.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"Loriana..." he whispered my name.

Silence ensued as I stood there and stared at him in silence while he remained mute and kept his head down. The way he was acting worried me for it was somewhat similar to how my step-brother had acted a few days before his suicide. I couldn't help myself but marvel at how similar Alevian was to his father. They're facial features were both quite handsome, although I would say Alevian's was even better looking than his father's since he had inherited the genes of that whore of a woman in his mother.

Slowly, he got up from the couch and walked over to me. He then stood before me in silence as his eyes stared blankly at me. I remained silent as time continued to flow and merely observed him.

He was taller than me now. In fact, he's been taller than me for quite some time now. In addition, his body was also sturdier than before. It was only recently that I had realized that the young child I had taken in was now a full grown adult.

In Alevian's eyes, I could sense that he was lost in melancholy. I wasn't sure what it was that led to his depression, but I worried for him. I was extremely concerned upon seeing that look of silent confusion in his eyes that I yearned to be able to help and drag him out of that murky abyss.

Then, he embraced me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. There were no tears flowing from his eyes, but I was certain that he was weeping. I was surprised by this sudden gesture for love and care, but I brought my hands around him as well. I then brought my right hand up to the back of his head and gently stroked his soft, black hair, spoiling him with my love.

"It's alright now," I gently whispered into his ears.

"..." He remained silent, but I knew he had heard me by that gentle nod of his head. "Can we be like this for a bit longer?" He then pleaded, surprising me once again since this was the first time he had actively sought out my care.

"Of course," I smiled as I whispered into his ear.

Our embrace continued, and while it lasted, I was greeted by a nostalgic but alien warmth from his body. This was a warmth that I had experienced when I was younger. This was similar to the warmth that accompanied my step-brother's embrace.

I felt my gaze soften as a spell of drowsiness was cast on me once again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his embrace. With this embrace, I felt like I can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. Unlike in my step-brother's embrace where I felt protected, in this embrace, I was the one that's granting the security. I was the one that's protecting this weak and lonely boy.

"Let's sleep together tonight," I whispered into his ear.

He then responded with a gentle nod of his head before the two of us retreated to my bedroom and laid down together on my large bed.

I'm just me. An ordinary high school boy with no girlfriend, not too many friends, and no talent.  What I enjoy doing after school is roaming around the halls, hoping that like in the cliche anime and manga, I'll bump into someone that'll change my life. Of course, nothing is going to happen. What do you expect? 

But, this APP on my phone is kind of weird. I don't remember installing it. If I click on it, it asks me to complete missions. But how the hell am I supposed to do these embarrassing tasks?


Update Schedule:
I will post new chapters usually once a day, but that is subjected to change depending on my schedule as I am a student in my final year of high school. During breaks, I will usually post multiple chapters per day.

Since dinner wasn't ready yet, Iris led Jin Liwei to her bedroom so that he could put his stuff there and she could change out of her dress and high heels into more comfortable clothes. 

Dom ran into the kitchen to beg the cook for an early taste of dinner but had his thieving paws hit hard by a spatula. He had to grudgingly ease his hunger in the meantime with a banana instead.

Yi Mei, now recovered from her earlier shock and dismay due to the lusty brat's shamelessness, instructed a maid to put the yellow roses on a vase and place it later in the Young Miss's bedroom.

When Jin Liwei saw his baby girl's bedroom, he was slightly taken aback. He thought that they entered the wrong room. Everything was in shades of black with accents of dark wood, charcoal, and silver. The furniture were big, bold and structured. 

It looked even more masculine than his own bedroom back home.

Some portions of the walls were artfully covered by irregular dark grey stone bricks, giving a rugged yet cool and mature feel to the room. In front of the big bed, there was an impressive wall-mounted waterfall fountain illuminated beautifully by dim golden lights. The sound of falling water was relaxing.

The waterfall fountain was framed by more stone bricks and crawling golden pothos vines. On each side, there were big pots of bamboo palms. All over the room, there were different kinds of plants giving a refreshing and natural atmosphere. 

Sansevieria and peace lilies decorated the windows. On each side of the bed over the bedside tables sat potted jasmines. Pots of aloe vera and gardenias were placed on the shelves, alongside books, CDs and other ornaments. There was a cacti terrarium beside the laptop computer on the study desk.

Jin Liwei looked at the masculine bedroom and his delicately feminine baby girl. The extreme juxtaposition gave him a big hard-on. His breath hitched and he had to close his eyes for a few moments to control himself.

Opening his eyes, he caught sight of the hundred red roses he gave her last night on a vase by the corner. He smiled, feeling even more pleased when he saw the handwritten card in front of it.

"Put your bag wherever you want," Iris told him. "Wait here. I'll just change my clothes."

He dropped his sports bag on the floor beside the bed. He didn't wait like he was told, but instead followed his baby girl to her walk-in closet.

Iris hesitated, trying to decide whether to rebuke him or to let him be. In the end, she let him be. 

She was too tired to argue with him. She grabbed a simple white T-shirt and a cotton culottes pants. She reached behind her dress and struggled with the zipper.

"Let me," Jin Liwei said, walking to her.

She stood ramrod straight as he smoothly pulled down the zipper behind her.

"Thanks―" She gasped when his warm hands snaked around her bare waist inside the dress and pulled her back against his chest. "Liwei, wait…"

"Hm?" He pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. He leaned down and rained wet kisses on her nape and shoulders. One hand stroked her tight abdomen while his other hand roamed upwards and cupped a breast still covered by her bra.

She moaned, leaning her head back and instinctively turning her face towards him. 

He dipped his head and captured her mouth, stabbing his tongue deep inside her sweetness. He turned her so that she faced him and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and hesitantly kissed him back, exploring the insides of his hot mouth like a cautious yet curious kitten. His pleased groan made her excited. She let her instincts take over and surrendered completely to the kiss.

They were so absorbed that they failed to hear the knock on the door.

A scream shocked them out of their haze of pleasure.

Iris turned her head and saw a red-faced maid with wide eyes stammering by the door to her walk-in closet.

"S-sorry, Y-young Miss…I, I didn't m-mean to in-interrupt…d-dinner's ready so, uh…please continue!" The poor maid was so embarrassed that she ran away so fast before Iris could even say anything.

Iris felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was poured down on her. She immediately came out of her dazed state and blushed hard. She couldn't believe that her employee saw her in such an embarrassing situation, almost naked and wrapped like a koala around a man. 

"Liwei…they're calling us for dinner…"

"Later," he murmured, diving in for another kiss but his mouth was covered and pushed away.

"Put me down."

"No."

"Liwei, please…"

He sighed. "Fine. But give me one more kiss."

She bit her lower lip but quickly gave him a peck on the lips. 

He reluctantly put her down and whispered close to her ear in a low, husky voice, "We'll continue later."

She quickly escaped from his embrace, her cheeks and ears burning, as she hurriedly put on the T-shirt and culottes.

"Let's go and eat dinner," she said, heading out before him, her eyes avoiding him.

"Hmm. Yeah. Can't wait for dessert." He licked his lips, his eyes locked on to her plump behind.

A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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Also please remember that this is a work of "fiction". Thank you!

Xiang Feng felt as if the skin where her lips touched him was burning, filling his whole face with heat. He ducked his head, not looking at her.

Song Jia laughed at his bashful appearance. 

"Indeed a very cute bun."

The time wasn't early anymore, so after they finished playing hide and seek, Song Jia called for lights out. She tucked Xiang Feng into his bed and kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight, Xiao Feng."

The eyelashes of the small boy quivered. His lips also slowly curved upwards, "Goodnight, Jia."

He stared without blinking as she turned off the lamp on the bedside table and closed the door. When he was sure that she was gone, his fingertips touched the scar where she kissed him.

She said, "I will love you still."

He lowered his hand. On his face was an extremely indifferent smile, but his whole heart was still longing for those words to be true.

Xiang Feng clutched the deep rose ribbon that he didn't return to her, putting it close to his chest.

He softly murmured, "I hope you weren't lying, Jia."

...

"Ah!" 

Song Jia sat up with a start, jolted awake by a bad dream.

She dreamed that she had once again failed her mission, and her salary flew into the sky with a pair of wings. She tried to use her anti-gravity boots to catch it, but it flew out of her reach. 

Song Jia was very heartbroken, she felt that getting her salary was as difficult as retrieving the Buddhist scriptures from the western paradise. In the background, she could even hear Nova snickering with a "hei hei" laugh, sounding really unpleasant to the ears.

Song Jia shuddered. "Scary, too scary that it feels so realistic, ah."

Feeling thirsty, she got out of the bed to get a glass of water. In the middle of walking towards the door, her feet suddenly bumped into something soft.

Song Jia rubbed her eyes, looking down at the small figure whose body was curled up as he slept on the floor. Was she still dreaming? What is Xiang Feng doing inside her room?

She knelt down and studied him. He only had a blanket to shield him from the cold, but his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. His face was pale, his body looking extremely frail as if he could disappear at any moment. He seemed to be also having a bad dream.

Song Jia gently shook him. "Xiao Feng, wake up."

The boy's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes opened. His mind that was still befuddled by sleep saw the silhouette of a figure over him and he abruptly slapped Song Jia's hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

Song Jia's heart wrenched. It seemed that his scar was not only the superficial wound on his face. She once again extended her hand to him.

"Xiao Feng, it's me. Jia."

He blinked, and his expression cleared. His voice was slightly trembling as he asked, "Jia?"

"En, it's me. What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your room?"

To her surprise, small arms went around her waist as Xiang Feng buried his head into her lap. His voice was muffled when he spoke.

"Couldn't sleep. I didn't like the bed."

It reminded him of the old bed he used to have in the big house. It seemed to him that the door could crack open at any moment, spilling light into the room. And then he would watch, his body huddling against the headboard, as the shadow by the door grew, until it coalesced into a large figure.

His small body shook.

"Oh..." Song Jia couldn't understand why he didn't like the bed, but she knew that it wasn't the right time to pry. She could only draw his secrets from him little by little. "Then why didn't you wake me up? We could sleep on my bed together. You didn't have to sleep on the floor."

Xiang Feng didn't respond. How could he say to her, that seeing her sleeping face which looked innocent and peaceful, he felt that he was too dirty to stay beside her? Xiang Feng rubbed his palms against his trousers, making sure that they were clean before shyly trying to hold Song Jia's hand.

"Can we sleep like this?"

Song Jia laughed. She felt that this little bun was too cute. Did he want to hold hands with her so that he wouldn't feel afraid of the dark? She should have realized earlier that little children were afraid of sleeping alone in the darkness the most. She tapped her own forehead in chastisement. Apparently this grandma still have a lot to learn on how to become a good mother, ah~

"Of course." Song Jia readily accepted his request. Forgetting her parched throat, she held his hand as she led him to the bed, evenly dividing the pillows between them.

She pulled the blankets over their bodies. They slept face to face, putting their linked hands between them. Song Jia smiled at Xiang Feng, a lock of hair falling across her cheek.

"Goodnight again."

He shyly smiled back at her. 

"Goodnight again, Jia."

Because Song Jia was the type of person who falls asleep easily, it wasn't long before the soft sounds of her even breathing filled the small room. The bed that they were sleeping was a daybed, used only by the priest for taking short naps in between studying the bible. Because it wasn't meant for two people to use, Song Jia and Xiang Feng had to sleep in close proximity to each other.

Xiang Feng watched her sleeping peacefully, until his own eyes became heavy. He yawned, trying to stay awake by rubbing his eyes. But it was a hopeless fight. Not long after, his even breathing mixed with hers.

He didn't have any bad dreams that night.

In the first world she transmigrated into, Song Jia accidentally killed the original host and made the monarch so insane with grief that the whole world was destroyed with him.

Having no salary for six months because of this fiasco, Song Jia wanted to cry but had no tears.

In the second world she transmigrated into, Song Jia had to raise a cute little bun and thought that her job this time would be easy. In the end, the cute little bun became a ruthless hegemon that banned all candied haws because she once ignored him to buy one in the street market.

Song Jia nearly flipped a table in anger. Why are these male gods* so abnormal? She just wanted to get her salary, ah!

*Male Gods are actually a Chinese term for 男神 (Nanshen); meaning godly males, or OP male characters.

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