<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Inferior Love on Danmei AI Translations</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/</link><description>Recent content in Inferior Love on Danmei AI Translations</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>[© Copyright belongs to novels' authors](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode)</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chapter 2</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-02/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-02/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-02"&gt;Chapter 02&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-02"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the car besides Secretary Xu and the driver, Zhou Yan was also present. Perhaps the alcohol had gone to his head and he was feeling warm—he had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over the armrest, undone the buttons of his shirt down to the third one, and was resting with his head slightly tilted against the half-lowered car window, eyes closed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The moment Song Zhiyan saw him, he sobered up immediately. He climbed awkwardly into the back seat, instinctively trying to move quietly—but because he didn&amp;rsquo;t push hard enough, the car door didn&amp;rsquo;t close properly. He had to push it open again and slam it shut.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 3</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-03/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-03/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-03"&gt;Chapter 03&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-03"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This incident dealt Song Zhiyan quite a shock, so much so that he didn&amp;rsquo;t dare leave his room even after changing his underwear. Only when he spotted Zhou Yan, dressed in a suit, getting into a car and leaving the old estate from his window—and estimated he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be back anytime soon—did he finally stand up, rubbing his numb legs from squatting so long, and sneak down to the first-floor bathroom to wash his underwear behind closed doors.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 4</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-04/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-04/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-04"&gt;Chapter 04&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-04"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Zhou Yan was drunk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even though his status as heir made his claim to the group&amp;rsquo;s power legitimate, a single year hadn&amp;rsquo;t been enough to fully win over the others. Necessary social engagements and moderate sweeteners could effectively pacify those restless old men.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He&amp;rsquo;d always had a high tolerance for alcohol—he&amp;rsquo;d toasted over a dozen tables at the wedding banquet without being taken down. Tonight&amp;rsquo;s level was probably only slightly worse than that night; not enough to impair his lower-body function, but enough to give him the illusion that he was dreaming.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 5</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-05/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-05/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-05"&gt;Chapter 05&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-05"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The result of that absurd night was waking up the next morning to find himself lying in a bed in complete disarray, with a body burning hot and fast asleep in his arms&amp;hellip; Song Zhiyan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zhou Yan froze for a moment, then quickly realized that what had happened last night wasn&amp;rsquo;t a dream but reality. For reasons unknown, Song Zhiyan—naked in this room—had run into him as he stumbled back drunk. He&amp;rsquo;d forced himself on Song Zhiyan and finished inside him. The consequence of no cleanup plus sleeping naked all night was that Song Zhiyan had developed a fever.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 6</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-06/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-06/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-06"&gt;Chapter 06&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-06"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saturday, Song Zhiyan didn&amp;rsquo;t have class, and he didn&amp;rsquo;t look at his phone either, honestly lying at home for a full day of rest. Zhou Yun&amp;rsquo;s interrogation had left him feeling somewhat unsettled, but now that he was in the Zhou household, there were many things he couldn&amp;rsquo;t simply do as he pleased, so he just tossed the matter to the back of his mind and focused on recuperating his body and spirit first.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 7</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-07/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-07/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-07"&gt;Chapter 07&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-07"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Under Zhou Yun’s pressure, Song Zhiyan reluctantly agreed. But he didn’t dare act on his own. The night Zhou Yan came back, he told him about it, hoping for a refusal so he could talk Zhou Yun out of the idea.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan agreed. Not only that, he allowed Song Zhiyan to stay an extra day in G City—visit his mother first, then accompany Zhou Yun around. As a condition, he would personally accompany them the whole way to ensure Zhou Yun’s safety.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 8</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-08/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-08/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-08"&gt;Chapter 08&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-08"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Whether it was his mother’s slip of the tongue or Qin Shu’s deliberate deception, Song Zhiyan found it hard to accept for the moment. Only after Yang Lanzhi called him several times did he snap back to reality, shaking his head and saying he was fine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yang Lanzhi didn’t know their itinerary had one more day. After coming out of the restaurant, she told Song Zhiyan he didn’t need to accompany her, asking him to take Zhou Yun somewhere else to stroll around.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 9</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-09/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-09/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-09"&gt;Chapter 09&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-09"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Song Zhiyan didn’t answer Zhou Yun.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He already knew the answer the moment he stepped off the Ferris wheel and saw Zhou Yan’s dark, stormy expression.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They still took a taxi back. The hotel room had been booked in advance—a two-bedroom suite. Whether it was the only room type available or Zhou Yan had done it on purpose, after Zhou Yun claimed one room, only one was left. The only other place to sleep was the sofa.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 10</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-10/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-10/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-10"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-10"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Zhou Yun went to bed early and woke up at 7 the next day, running over to knock on their door. She knew that with the two of them shut in one room, nothing good could have happened, so she didn&amp;rsquo;t go inside—just asked through the door what time they were leaving.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Half a minute later, Zhou Yan came out, wrapped in a crumpled bathrobe that looked like it had been thrown on the floor and stepped on. He closed the door behind him and told Zhou Yun to keep it down, telling her to go down to the buffet restaurant for breakfast first.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 11</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-11/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:54:07 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/IL_2/IL-Chapter-11/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-11"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-11"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Must be said, although Zhou Yun&amp;rsquo;s physique was average, her psychological endurance was quite strong. Apart from the motorcycle roller coaster having too many people to get in line for, she managed to ride everything else she wanted. She was excited the whole way, and even after sitting down at the restaurant she was still pulling on Song Zhiyan&amp;rsquo;s arm, chattering on about which ride was fun and which was funner, and declaring that she would never jump off a building again—next time she felt down, she&amp;rsquo;d just come to the amusement park and ride everything one by one. It worked better than medicine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>