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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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As the day's duties dwindled to a close, Xue Xinyu eagerly anticipated the sweet release of slumber. With a sense of accomplishment, he methodically peeled away the layers of responsibility, shedding his daytime attire in favour of the comforting embrace of his nightgown.
In this world devoid of smartphones and social media, poor Xue Xinyu faced a dilemma of epic proportions: how to survive the night without the soothing glow of his beloved feeds? The absence of digital distractions loomed large, casting a shadow over his peaceful bedtime routine. Yet fear not, for amidst the digital deprivation, there was a glimmer of hope—Xue Xinyu's sleep schedule had miraculously improved since his arrival! No longer did he succumb to the siren call of late-night scrolling sessions that stretched into the wee hours of the morning. Instead, he embraced the sanctity of slumber with open arms (and droopy eyelids).
Thus far, despite his newfound mastery over the art of sleep, there were still nights when Xue Xinyu found himself tossing and turning like a caffeinated squirrel in a hammock. Tonight was one of those nights, much to his chagrin.
As Xue Xinyu tossed and turned in bed, sleep remained elusive, slipping through his fingers like a greased pig at a country fair. Frustrated and famished, he embarked on a midnight pilgrimage to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling like a discontented dragon. The prospect of a snack—perhaps a leftover mooncake or a stealthily procured steamed bun—beckoned to him like a beacon in the darkness.
With the grace of a sleep-deprived ninja, Xue Xinyu tiptoed through the halls, his quest for sustenance driven by a primal hunger that bordered on desperation. Every creak of the floorboards beneath his feet threatened to wake the entire household, adding an extra layer of thrill to his clandestine mission. The kitchen, bathed in faint moonlight filtering through the windows, greeted him like an old friend.
Alas, even the promise of a late-night snack failed to quell the restless whirlwind of his mind. Thoughts of the day's encounters with Feng Mingzhu and the peculiarities of the phantom bell still danced in his head like mischievous fireflies. Perhaps a cup of herbal tea would soothe his troubled thoughts, he mused, reaching for the kettle with a sigh.
Yet, just as he was about to indulge in a sip of chamomile tranquillity, a sudden rustling sound shattered the silence. Xue Xinyu froze, eyes wide with alarm, his heart pounding louder than a drumroll at a carnival. Could it be an intruder? A nocturnal creature on the prowl for crumbs? Or worse—had Feng Mingzhu followed him on this midnight escapade, determined to catch him in the act of raiding the pantry?
Summoning every ounce of courage, Xue Xinyu crept towards the source of the noise, his nightgown billowing behind him like a ghostly spectre. To his relief (and mild disappointment at the lack of dramatic intrigue), it turned out to be nothing more than a mischievous housecat, embroiled in a late-night skirmish with an unsuspecting moth. With a soft chuckle, he shooed the feline troublemaker away, pondering the cosmic irony of being outsmarted by a cat in the dead of night.
