Yilan

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father.
Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?”
Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed.
In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, who had been daydreaming, suddenly heard a voice. She looked around but saw no one; she thought she had misheard and was about to step outside when she remembered, "Who are you?"


Her steps halted as she contemplated going out. She turned back to look at the room again, still seeing no one, she boldly stepped forward and asked, "Hmph, you ask who I am, shouldn't you be the one telling me who you are first?"


"Ha ha ha, the little girl is quite stubborn." Feng Xuxu only felt a gust of wind by her ear as Xiaojin suddenly dashed out, charging straight at the throat of a figure in black.


The old man in black dodged Xiaojin's attack and, upon closer inspection, laughed heartily, "I didn't expect you little girl to possess such a treasure."


An old man with grizzled hair dressed in black, his face covered with wrinkles and a long beard hanging from his chin, Feng Xuxu couldn't figure out why everyone she met seemed to prefer wearing black.


Chapter 183: Wanling Abyss (8)