"Master."

The man's voice was tinged with suppressed panting, "Do you really have to do this?"

Lin Zhenzhen had just been transported to another small world when the intense turbulence made her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

"Hmm..."

A soft moan escaped Lin Zhenzhen's lips.

At the same time, her hand continued to move downwards unconsciously until her wrist was forcefully gripped by another force.

"Tsk." Lin Zhenzhen frowned slightly in dissatisfaction and slowly opened her eyes.

That glance almost scared her out of her wits.

Outside, the night was as dark as ink; inside, red candles flickered.

A handsome man lay half-reclined on a wooden bed, his clothes half-undone, his eyes wide with anger.

His expression was one of shame and indignation, as if he wanted nothing more than to rush up and bite her to death.

Her hand had already reached below the man's waist and abdomen, and was about to touch the crucial area.

Lin Zhenzhen gasped, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

[Damn system, you always bring me new surprises!]

[Uh, host, I'm here to pinch you~ Ding dong! Transmitting the contents of this small world, please check!]

Lin Zhenzhen's pupils dilated slightly as a flood of information rushed into her brain, causing her to be stunned for a few seconds.

Her expression clearly carried another layer of meaning in Yan Feichen's eyes.

"Don't touch me." Yan Feichen pushed hard.

Lin Zhenzhen couldn't dodge in time, and her slender waist crashed directly into the wooden table behind her.

"Hmm..." Damn it, why do I keep making weird noises?!

Lin Zhenzhen rubbed her lower back and looked up at the person in front of her.

Yan Feichen quickly fastened his robes, so meticulously that even his Adam's apple was completely covered.

Perhaps he felt he had been too forceful and was worried that she would cause him trouble later.

Yan Feichen, his face dark, said stiffly, "I will find a way to treat the poison in my disciple's body. It is late at night, so I will not disturb Master's rest any longer."

As he spoke, he leaped out of the window with agile movements, showing no sign of being poisoned by aphrodisiacs.

But Lin Zhenzhen turned to look at the silver mirror beside her.

The woman in the mirror had exquisite features; her appearance and bone structure were exceptional.

However, at this moment, the cool beauty of her features was completely shattered.

Her eyes were alluring, and her cheeks and lips were flushed with a vibrant crimson, making her appear incredibly flamboyant.

In this small world, she is called Lin Zhen, the peak master of Tianfeng Peak under the tutelage of Cangyan Mountain, the number one sect in the world.

Yan Feichen, who had just fled in disarray, is the second male lead in this story. He is the bloodline of the Nine Heavens Demon King who was stranded outside the city, and he is also the culprit who later reduced Lin Zhen to ashes.

The original owner had a special constitution, an extremely yin constitution that appears only once every three hundred years.

In the cultivation world, the balance of Yin and Yang is emphasized in order to make further progress on the path of cultivation and break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.

For many years, the original owner had been searching for the legendary pure yang constitution.

Persistence pays off, and she finally found the person she was looking for at a new disciple initiation ceremony.

Yan Feichen was thirteen years old at the time and had just experienced a flood that destroyed his family.

The original owner spotted him immediately, standing in the corner of the crowd, looking thin and small.

[Um, to correct you, the original words in the book are like this.] The system cleared its throat.

[Lin Zhen immediately noticed the rising red light in the air. Could this be the pure yang fire? Thinking this, a lewd glint flashed in her eyes.]

Three black lines fell from Lin Zhenzhen's head.

Hey! Just because she's a villainous supporting character doesn't mean you can use such vulgar language, right?

Look at this stunningly beautiful face; no matter what expression she makes, it's pleasing to the eye, isn't it?

The system frantically wiped its sweat: 【Uh, okay.】You make the money, you call the shots.

Lin Zhenzhen continued to recall the story cards.

However, the day after Lin Zhen accepted Yan Feichen as her personal disciple, she had to go into seclusion for five years to cultivate due to the recurrence of her old illness.

During his five years of seclusion, Yan Feichen practiced diligently every day, hoping that his master would return and witness his transformation.

But what Yan Feichen didn't expect was that while he treated her as his master, she treated him as a furnace.

The other party didn't care about his cultivation level at all; all they wanted was to absorb his yang energy.

The years Yan Feichen spent at Tianfeng Peak were the darkest days of his life.

During his most vulnerable and embarrassing time, it was the female protagonist of this story, a pure and lovely white rabbit spirit, who healed his wounds.

Years later, Yan Feichen successfully returned to the Demon Clan and became a powerful Demon Lord. The first thing he did was to massacre Tianfeng Peak.

Lin Zhenzhen is currently in the second year after Lin Zhen emerged from seclusion.

[Ding! Host, there are two main quests in this small world: 1. Collect the male protagonist Yan Feichen's dislike points. 2. Collect Yan Feichen's affection points.]

[Friendly reminder: Both values ​​need to reach 100 for the task to be considered complete~ Aaaaaaah! Host, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts!]

[...Say what the mission is again?]

[Don't get agitated, don't get agitated! Let me finish!]

The system covered its backside: [This task isn't as difficult as you think! The initial value isn't zero; your contribution points are doubled!]

"Double your salary? That's more like it." Lin Zhenzhen withdrew her hand. "So, what does the stat panel look like now?"

[Ahem, let me see, the favorability progress bar is 1/100.]

The system raises its volume: [Ding ding ding ding! But wait, the aversion level progress bar is a whopping 70/100! Surprised? Unexpected? Doesn't it feel like the workload is much lighter now?]

......

The system's simplistic and crude way of thinking left Lin Zhenzhen speechless for a moment.