Reborn as a Noble's Son - Chapter 1187 - 1143: Someone Can’t Hold Back Anymore

A number of university students are given a simple survey in which they must watch a number of short films and rank them in order of preference. The reader takes the survey along with them with the short films being told as short stories.

Su Yuan was reborn into a cultivation world, only to find that it was filled with hardships. No talent, no resources, no background.Luckily, he activated a system and obtained some truly game-changing perks![Work Hard, Rest Hard] : You’re a master of balancing effort and relaxation. The longer you rest, the better your cultivation results.While others are sweating it out in seclusion, Su Yuan is goofing off and roasting meat.While others are studying profound Daoist techniques, Su Yuan is flipping through miscellaneous books.While others are tempering their bodies, Su Yuan is watching folk dances.While others are perfecting their skills, Su Yuan is practicing his fishing technique.In short, Su Yuan has gone all in on the “lie-flat and cultivate” lifestyle and never looked back.As for the system pushing him to become famous?Whoever wants fame is a d*mn fool!

No one knows when the first Clough door appeared. All people know is that a new era began when it was pushed open.Fortresses, sublimators, pillars of star essence, three-dimensional armaments, infinite energy, who can escape the sweeping tide of the times?In the abyss, the reverse realm, the skins, the alien gods, the mad king, the rulers, and the dark creatures, all howl in madness!Inside the black mist, the demons and ghosts crawl forward as a cross-dimensional migration silently brews.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”