Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The indoor light became ambiguous, and the strange fragrance in the air seemed to intensify, intertwining with the fresh scent of grass and trees wafting from the courtyard outside the window, creating a contradictory yet alluring atmosphere.

The subtle rustling of clothes, the low, husky laughter, and the gradually becoming clearer and more restrained breathing together wove together a secret melody unknown to outsiders.

Keisha was fully aware of this matter; she saw right through Liang Bing's intentions.

The daily scheduled lessons were perhaps intended to give the two of them time alone.

However, Liang Bing seemed to be deeply immersed in the thrill of this "secret pleasure," and from then on, she sought opportunities more and more frequently, enjoying it immensely.

Qin Chuan remained calm and accepted all comers.

Of all his many lovers, only Liang Bing was so proactive and knew how to have fun.

One quiet afternoon, the garden was peaceful, and sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting warm dappled patterns of light into the room.

The two were deeply entwined, their breaths mingling, but they did not notice that a golden figure suddenly froze as if struck by lightning under the courtyard corridor.

Yan came uninvited, intending to discuss matters with Keisha.

Surprisingly, after her initial shock, Yan did not cry out or rebuke him harshly.

Her warrior instincts, honed over millennia, made her instantly conceal all her presence, instinctively hiding behind the shadows of the pillars, holding her breath and quietly observing.

Her bright eyes, capable of seeing even the smallest speck of dust, clearly reflected the illogical scene unfolding inside the room.

The principles of angels and the precepts of morality resounded in my mind, but a deeper, more secret curiosity and excitement quietly overwhelmed everything.

A forbidden temptation that she had never dared to touch, yet which truly existed.

The millennia-old dam of abstinence seemed to have been breached at this moment, and what surged forth was not a torrent, but a more secretive, more tantalizing itch and curiosity.

Chapter 65 What Yan Wants to Do

Since that accidental glimpse, an indescribable stirring has quietly grown in Yan's heart.

The feeling started as a faint glimmer of light, but in an instant it transformed into climbing vines, carrying a delicate itch, silently entangling her mind, even making her breath feel unconsciously hot.

She began to lose control of her steps, always using the excuse of seeing Keisha to come to that residence.

The sound of her footsteps on the bluestone slabs was as light as a feather, yet each step resonated with the rhythm of her heartbeat, as if an invisible hand was guiding her toward that forbidden place she knew she shouldn't approach.

Of course she knew this was wrong.

As a left-wing guardian of the angels, the principles that have been upheld for thousands of years are ingrained in my bones: abstinence, self-discipline, and viewing desire as the original sin.

Each time she hid in the shadow of the pillars, she would repeatedly tell herself: This is the last time. After this last glance, I will immediately return to my duties and completely extinguish any inappropriate thoughts.

But behind that carved window, tender whispers would always drift out, mixed with the soft rustling of fabric, like a honeyed spell that easily shattered her vows.

The last time, she said it again and again, but it became an excuse for coming every time. The gap of desire grew wider and wider, and even she herself couldn't tell whether she was attracted by the sound or addicted to the thrill of breaking the rules brought about by this secret spying.

Qin Chuan and Liang Bing, who were inside the room, were already aware of the gaze lurking in the shadows.

Liang Bing was not dissatisfied at all; on the contrary, she found it novel and exciting.

She was inherently rebellious and unrestrained. Whenever she noticed the tense gaze from behind the pillar, she would deliberately slow down her tone, making the languidness and intimacy in the last syllable more obvious. She would also increase the pressure when her fingertips brushed against Qin Chuan's arm, just to hear the momentary pause in breathing outside the window.

She relished this clandestine game, watching the usually aloof angel reveal her weaknesses in the face of desire, which she found more interesting than winning an interstellar war.

Qin Chuan would often shake his head with a helpless smile; he never expected Yan to have such an unknown side.

He had considered offering a reminder, but Liang Bing stopped him. She whispered sweetly in his ear, saying that it would be more exciting that way.

Qin Chuan didn't say anything more, but occasionally when he looked out the window, there would be a hint of helpless smile in his eyes.

Keisha was not surprised at all when she learned of this.

She watched Yan grow up and knew the temperament of this left-wing guard better than anyone else.

Yan is a born warrior with unwavering faith, but deep within her heart, tempered and refined by the flames of war, lies a longing she herself is unaware of.

She longed for a passionate love untainted by duty or mission, and for someone to cherish her, rather than always standing on the front lines as an invincible guardian.

When Keisha chose Annie Sid as the next Angel Queen and had Yan temporarily assume the position, it was not because she fully trusted the calculations of the Sacred Knowledge Treasury.

The deeper reason is that she had witnessed her loneliness sitting on the cold throne for tens of thousands of years, watching people come and go around her, carrying the weight of the entire angel civilization alone, until she reunited with her beloved and was able to heal the wounds in her heart.

She did not want Yan to follow in her footsteps, nor did she want this loyal warrior to end up only having the throne to accompany him.

So when Qin Chuan approached Keisha, hoping she would counsel Yan, Keisha gently pushed the responsibility back to her.

Her tone was calm yet incisive: "After meeting you, in the known universe, which other male god could possibly catch Yan's eye?"

She looked up at Qin Chuan, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "You, the 'instigator,' made her fall in love. Shouldn't you personally help her resolve her current psychological and physical distress?"

Since things had been said to this extent, Qin Chuan naturally had no reason to refuse.

For him, there is a responsibility to protect and respond to whatever he is capable of.

He never felt that being affectionate was a mistake. The real betrayal was stirring someone's heartstrings but leaving them hanging in mid-air, letting that excitement slowly cool into regret.

It is precisely this clarity and sincerity that attracts many romantic connections to him.

On this day, Yan calculated the exact time when Keisha would go to the royal palace training ground to instruct Annie Sid on swordsmanship, and once again quietly came.

She straightened her silver armor, making sure every part was perfectly fitted, and muttered to herself, "It's just an audience with Queen Keisha," but her feet involuntarily led her toward the courtyard.

She skillfully slipped into the shadows of the colonnade, her fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white, and she even tried to breathe softly, but her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

She both anticipated that familiar sound and felt ashamed of that anticipation; these two emotions tugged at her heartstrings, causing a subtle warmth to spread throughout her body.

But this time, the surroundings were unusually quiet.

There were no whispers, no sounds, only the soft rustling of the wind through the star orchids in the courtyard.

Yan was puzzled when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.

A warm and strong hand gently pressed on her shoulder, which was slightly tense from nervousness. The touch carried a familiar warmth, yet it made her freeze instantly, as if struck by an electric current, even her fingertips began to go numb.

She looked up abruptly, only to be met with Qin Chuan's knowing, smiling eyes.

His gaze was as deep as the starry sea, as if it could see through all her disguises and secrets, and she was instantly overwhelmed by immense embarrassment.

Almost instinctively, she straightened her back, trying to appear calm, but her voice trembled slightly.

“I…I came looking for Queen Keisha, I heard she is here…”

Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, but without a trace of sarcasm:

“Yan, you should know better than anyone else that Keisha goes to instruct Annie Sid in sword practice every day at this time without fail.”

He leaned down slightly, close to her reddened ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice deep and magnetic, like a feather gently scratching at the tip of her heart: "You actually came here to eavesdrop, didn't you?"

Her straightforward words were like a key, instantly unlocking her deepest secret.

Yan felt all the blood rush to her face, and even her ears burned. Her previous composure crumbled instantly.

She instinctively wanted to back away, to escape this suffocating awkwardness.

Qin Chuan did not loosen his grip on her shoulder. Instead, he tightened his grip slightly, using an irresistible yet gentle force to pull her into the room that had made her blush countless times.

The door closed gently behind him, cutting off the outside light. Only the soft glow of the crystal chandelier on the table illuminated the room, making the air filled with fine dust particles and creating a slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

Yan's heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of her chest. She lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Qin Chuan's gaze, and could only ask in a trembling voice, "What...what are you going to do?"

Qin Chuan chuckled upon hearing this, his fingertips gently brushing across her burning cheeks, the cool touch sending a shiver through her again.

His voice was deep and seductive, yet carried a clear respect: "Of course, I want to do some things with you that you've always wanted to do while you were hiding outside the window."

He paused, his gaze falling on her tightly pursed lips, his tone becoming even gentler, "Of course, all of this must be with your consent."

Yan's defenses crumbled violently at that moment.

Intention and hesitation, desire and discipline, collided fiercely within her chest like two opposing forces.

Looking into Qin Chuan's eyes, she recalled those nights hiding in the shadows, and the longing that had been suppressed in her heart for a thousand years.

She wanted to break free from those constraints and experience the burning passion that comes from being unbound by duty, but the angel's rules were like an invisible shackle, preventing her from taking a step.

Qin Chuan saw through all her concerns. He gently took her hand, the warmth of his palm passing through her fingertips, carrying a reassuring strength: "Don't worry about anything else. Keisha knows about this, and she supports your choice."

These words acted like a floodgate, instantly shattering the last line of defense in Yan's heart. The hesitation in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a resolute determination, a burning courage that could not be concealed.

She raised her head and met Qin Chuan's gaze. Her clear eyes were now filled with a light she had never seen before.

She doesn't possess the alluring charm of Liang Bing, nor does she understand those seductive techniques, but she has a unique purity and passion.

Once the defenses are down, the emotions that have been suppressed for thousands of years burst forth like a flood.

She took the initiative to approach, her fingertips gently hooking Qin Chuan's collar, her movements somewhat awkward, yet incredibly firm.

She was like a knight heading to the battlefield, but no longer for duty, but for the desire in her heart, bravely and unrestrainedly throwing herself into it, leaving all restraint and forbearance behind.

Finally, exhausted, she leaned against Qin Chuan's chest, her chest still rising and falling slightly, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead dampening her hair, yet she felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and peace.

She pressed her cheek against his warm chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, and feeling his arms wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, she felt that a thousand years of devotion and waiting were all for this moment of peace and tranquility.

Just then, she lazily raised her eyelashes and was shocked to see Liang Bing leaning against the door, one hand on the door frame, a playful smile on her lips.

Liang Bing was still wearing that long black dress, the hem of which trailed to the ground. Her eyes were full of understanding, with a hint of mockery and a touch of approval.

The moment their eyes met, Liang Bing's lips curled into a smile befitting a demon queen, three parts wicked and seven parts ambiguous.

She didn't speak, but her eyes seemed to convey a message: "See, noble angel, now we're evenly matched."

Yan's cheeks flushed again, but she didn't shy away. Instead, she snuggled closer to Qin Chuan, a faint smile unconsciously curving her lips.

Chapter 66 The Rose's Longing

In Fraser's day and night, the lingering sensuality and ambiguous feelings were nothing more than a passing breeze on Qin Chuan's long journey of cultivation, which would soon dissipate in his tireless pursuit of the origin of the universe.

Almost all of his spiritual consciousness was immersed in and wandered in the vast ocean of the laws of space and time, chasing after the ultimate answer.

Time loses its measurable meaning at this moment; it may be a fleeting instant, or it may be an eternity.

The most resilient and profound barrier that stood before the ultimate mystery finally melted away quietly, like ice and snow, under the influence of his boundless will.

In an instant, the final picture of spacetime unfolded in the depths of his consciousness like an all-encompassing and endlessly brilliant star map. Every ray of starlight was a law, and every flash was a cycle of birth and death of a universe.

His perception transcended the constraints of the physical body, leaping into a realm of profound mystery.

Here, there are no ups and downs, no directions, no past or present; only an eternal realm of primordial chaos and utter silence.

At this supposedly absolutely empty "origin," a familiar figure slowly solidifies as it gathers from the endless flow of information.