Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Lin Yunxiu experienced sleep paralysis again. She wanted to wake up, but she couldn't get up no matter what she tried. She couldn't even move her fingers when she tried to struggle to get up.

She felt like she couldn't breathe, or perhaps not, but rather a tidal wave of sensation welled up inside her, crashing against her in rapid, surging waves, like spray hitting rocks.

It was these surging waves that made her feel suffocated.

Although she was asleep, she felt very conscious, knowing that she was sleeping. The world seemed to be veiled, hazy and indistinct, and she thought she saw someone...

The man chuckled softly in her ear and whispered, "Little curly hair..."

……

"Don't call me Little Curly Hair." Lin Yunong punched Shen Qingzhou in annoyance.

"You are one, so why can't people call you that?"

"It's genetic, what can I do? I've straightened my hair before, but it curls up again after a few washes," Lin Yunong said.

"No way, curly hair looks great, why straighten it?"

"real?"

"Of course it's true. Look at everyone's hair, most of it is straight, only yours is curly. That's a unique kind of beauty, why would you complain about it..."

"No, Yunxiu also has curly hair, ah..."

Lin Yunong grunted and defended herself in a low voice.

……

"Yunxiu also has curly hair..."

Lin Yunxiu seemed to hear those words in a daze, and instantly became more awake.

"elder sister?"

Then she was submerged by wave after wave of tides.

Her legs were crossed.