1 – Little Troll
The sky gradually darkened, leaving only the outline of the sun hanging on the horizon, with layers of orange and dark hues spreading across the sky.
The sea breeze was moist, and the sound of waves echoed in the distance. In a half-dreamlike state, An Yiyi heard the sound of footsteps.
Leather shoes tapped rhythmically against the deck.
She opened her eyes in terror, trembling all over, and met an icy, indifferent gaze.
“Awake?”
The man asked calmly.
His slender, porcelain-white fingers toyed with a gun. Despite his strikingly handsome appearance, his overly cold and sinister expression made his entire demeanor dangerous and mysterious.
An Yiyi looked at him as if facing a demon, pleading, “Huo… Huo Songjin! Please, let me go!”
She cried pitifully, tears streaming down her face. “This is between you and Huo Chengyu… It has nothing to do with me!”
“Shh—”
Huo Songjin interrupted her with a smile. “No need for nonsense.”
“Boss,” a tall, dark-clad man approached and said, “Huo Chengyu is here.”
Upon hearing Huo Chengyu’s name, An Yiyi’s tears flowed even more freely.
She had thought… she had thought she would never see him again in this lifetime, but he had actually come.
“The show is about to begin.”
A voice filled with extreme delight sounded in her ear. An Yiyi saw the man’s crimson, slightly curved lips and shuddered with disgust.
This man was a devil!
Huo Songjin paid no attention to her thoughts. He ordered someone to bind her wrists and hang her over the sea.
The water was deep and dark—falling in would mean certain death!
“Wah… my son… save me…”
A cry echoed from a distance. An Yiyi followed the sound and widened her eyes in shock.
“Aunt Shu?!”
Jia Fangshu’s hands were tied behind her back, a gun pressed against her shoulder as she was pushed forward.
Having lived her entire life as a wealthy lady, she had always been elegant and composed, never as disheveled as she was now.
“Huo Songjin! You ungrateful wretch! You cursed star…”
The gun pressed harder against her shoulder, abruptly cutting off her stream of curses.
The guard behind her threatened, “If you don’t want your tongue, I don’t mind helping you remove it.”
Jia Fangshu’s face instantly turned pale.
Huo Songjin sat lazily on a chair in the middle of the deck, his legs crossed. His black suit pants perfectly outlined his long, straight legs.
He smiled flawlessly. “Hang her up and let her keep talking.”
Huo Songjin narrowed his eyes, unfazed by Jia Fangshu’s insults.
Or perhaps he was simply used to them.
He gazed at the distant sea, vast and boundless.
When he was seventeen or eighteen, he had always believed his life would be just as boundless.
Little did he know that some people could find themselves trapped, unable to move forward.
…
When Huo Chengyu caught sight of Jia Fangshu and An Yiyi, he felt as if struck by lightning.
Although he had mentally prepared himself, he never imagined Huo Songjin would treat them this way.
His dark, deep eyes turned crimson with rage. He gripped his gun tightly, his fingertips turning white.
Snatching the megaphone from his secretary, he shouted, “Huo Songjin, I’m here! What do you want?!”
“What do I want?” Huo Songjin leaned casually against the yacht, his smile deepening.
On the luxurious yacht, the lights shone brilliantly. He stood in a cleverly chosen spot—half illuminated by the light, the other half shrouded in darkness.
His shoulders were broad, and the light and shadow fell on his white shirt, highlighting his sharp jawline. He looked like a mesmerizing, otherworldly being.
“I just want to invite Young Master Huo to make a choice.” He raised his hand slightly.
“Help!”
“Xiao Yu—”
An Yiyi and Jia Fangshu’s bodies suddenly rose into the air, both of them screaming in terror.
Their wrists rapidly swelled with blood.
Huo Chengyu anxiously looked over, only to meet a pair of pitch-black eyes.
The man asked leisurely, “Will you save your mother or your fiancée?”
Author’s Note: Dear readers, your author didn’t make it into the final round zone and has already caught the virus. Here’s half a chapter for now, will make up for it tomorrow.
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—Excerpt from the original work “Palm of Love”
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A girls’ dormitory at a top university.
“Holy shit—” Lin Yaojia sat up in bed, “So cool! So cool!”
She was so excited she waved her arms and legs, generously tipping the author two hundred yuan.
Her roommate across the room, slurping noodles, slowly looked up: “Weren’t you running a fever? How are you suddenly so energetic?”
“Good news lifts the spirits.” Lin Yaojia gently moved her finger across the laptop touchpad. As expected, the comments section was filled with misery and despair.
【Author, come out! I promise I won’t beat you to death!!】
【Wah wah wah wah, how could this happen?!】
【My precious Yiyi, mommy’s coming to save you!】
【My heart aches for Young Master Chengyu, hubby hang in there】
【Can Huo Songjin just get off the stage already?! Can he just get off the stage already?!】
【srds, the villain fans are over the moon】
【(Twisting) (Crawling in darkness) (Screaming) (Writhing) (Splitting) (Rolling) (Convulsing) (Roaring) Jin Jin is so handsome my legs are weak!】
【This is beyond ridiculous, folks! The villain’s plot armor is too thick!】
【First time seeing such an overpowered villain, speechless ╯﹏╰ Dropping this novel.
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Hmph!
Seeing this, Lin Yaojia was displeased.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard: 【LOL! This makes you speechless? Then your cultural literacy is truly lacking. If you’re dropping the novel, just leave quietly, okay? Civility benefits everyone.
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Lin Yaojia’s username was 【Ultraman Loves Cola】. As soon as her post went up,
many replies followed.
【Folks, this woman is here, run for your lives (hiding under a pot lid)】
【It’s this toxic solo stan again!】
【Run!】
【This uncultured little drama queen… let’s avoid her if we can (not really)…】
Lin Yaojia, a fiercely combative villain stan.
Once achieved the feat of taking on five opponents in an argument and still winning.
Most readers following the updates knew her, and the majority couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. Only a small number of stubborn readers refused to back down, typing away to solo battle Lin Yaojia.
Lin Yaojia, a third-year civil engineering student with few classes, was so bored every day she could pick her toes—naturally, she had plenty of time.
She welcomed all challengers.
After arguing with other readers all afternoon, Lin Yaojia even giggled creepily in her dreams that night.
“Go crawl away!”
“Hehe…”
Late at night, all four roommates in the dorm had fallen into deep sleep.
A glowing orb suddenly appeared, circling Lin Yaojia’s bed up and down, occasionally clicking its tongue.
The girls’ dorm was actually quite tidy. The other three beds had the typical style of young girls—fresh, cute, and adorable.
Only Lin Yaojia stood out.
Her bedsheet had a pattern of Ultraman battling monsters, with large swathes of black. The girl’s skin was porcelain white, and she clutched the blanket between her legs.
A purple longboard leaned against the ladder.
On her computer desk stood a sign: When others get angry, I stay calm.
Clearly a little keyboard warrior.
The little light sphere showed no expression, but its disdain was evident.
It let out a deep sigh, flew in front of Lin Yaojia, and gently tapped her forehead. In the next moment, the girl was enveloped in light.
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