I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation - Chapter 1770 The Nether Lord!

Have you ever wondered what a character in a novel or in a game should be?

Do they eat? Sleep? Do they have their own life when you are not reading or playing?

They do not.

When you are not doing anything, we stay still.

To be fair, think about your own life. Is it different from a game without a system? You can not see behind your back, similar to how a character has to render it in a game.

But at least, you have your own life.

While I have to watch the protagonist of the novel find his way into the pants of the female leads.

This is my destiny.

I'm not jealous. Not at all.

“It’s fine, everything can be restarted.”

Gu Huanyue opened her eyes slowly and a smile shown on her face.

In her previous life, she was betrayed by her relatives and missed the right one eventually.

Now that the god gave her another chance, she must regain all her lost and let those people who hurt her pay the price.

This time, her business was developed and expanded so quickly with the help of her super EQ & IQ.

She became the most shining and rich one. All kinds of handsome men were attracted by her beauty and became her loyal followers.

However, she won’t never forget that man. A guy who truly love her so much.

He: “Huanyue, would you like to marry me?”

She: “Why did he not follow my plan? But yes, I do.”

- Description from Novelupdates

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.