Watching the taillights gradually fade into the distance, Ye Shuang stood still for a moment, then touched his lips again. Staring at the traces of lipstick on his fingertips, he couldn’t help but wonder—perhaps this was his final destination?
He wasn’t young anymore, and it was about time he got married… If nothing unexpected happened, he would probably end up marrying Chen Qin.
After all, they knew each other inside out, their families were close, and Chen Qin’s recent actions and determination made it seem like there was no better choice for marriage.
But the bond between them had always been more like familial affection, the kind shared between childhood friends. Ye Shuang couldn’t quite cross that line just yet, nor could he muster the courage to face her feelings.
Lost in thought, his mind suddenly drifted to Bai Yuyou.
Why did he think of her?
Ye Shuang knew full well that Bai Yuyou wasn’t the right fit for him—or rather, he wasn’t the right fit for her.
And yet…
Compared to before, his resolve now seemed to waver slightly, even giving rise to thoughts like [maybe age isn’t really an issue]. But upon reflection, it was all rather laughable.
Besides, once she truly understood what love meant, things might be completely different.
"Let’s go back." Smiling self-deprecatingly, Ye Shuang turned and stepped into the elevator.
When he returned to the apartment, he found Bai Yuyou sitting on the sofa, holding Yīwàn in her arms. Seeing him, the girl hugged the kitten and walked over. "Ye Shuang, you’re back."
"Yeah." He glanced at her. "Why haven’t you showered yet?"
"I wanted to shower with you…"
"No."
"Why?"
"No reason." Ye Shuang took Yīwàn from her arms and set the kitten down on the floor.
Bai Yuyou said, "Ye Shuang… my phone says married couples can shower together."
"We’re not married." He pinched her cheek lightly, amused.
The girl tilted her head. "Then when can we?"
"When you’re older." His answer was deliberately vague.
"When I’m like… Chen Qin-jie." Bai Yuyou murmured, "Right, Ye Shuang?"
"Yeah."
"Then… are you and Chen Qin-jie married?" she pressed.
"No."
"Why…?"
Ye Shuang found it odd that she was asking so much, but he still replied, "There are a lot of factors… How should I put it? You’ll understand when you’re older."
Bai Yuyou suddenly asked, "Ye Shuang… will you and Chen Qin-jie be married in the future?"
Ye Shuang fell silent. Studying the girl beside him, he walked over and sat on the sofa. "Did Keke teach you to ask this?"
Bai Yuyou shook her head.
He gave her a long look before asking, "If Chen Qin and I were married, how would you feel?"
"How would I feel…?" The girl replied calmly, "Then when I grow up, I’ll be married too."
Thump. Ye Shuang flicked her forehead, half-amused, half-exasperated. "Silly, that’s not how it works. There’s only one married couple, understand?"
Bai Yuyou seemed to grasp something. "Only one."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"No reason."
She thought for a moment, looking lost. "I don’t get it…"
"That’s why I said you’ll understand later." Ye Shuang knew Bai Yuyou’s mind wasn’t wired to untangle such complexities. Patting her head, he got up to fetch his clothes.
"Ye Shuang…"
"Hm?"
"If you and Chen Qin-jie are married… then what about us?" Her question made him freeze mid-step.
He turned back, meeting her questioning gaze, but couldn’t bring himself to give an answer.
"Us… we probably won’t be married." After a long pause, he finally spoke.
Bai Yuyou’s expression dimmed instantly, her eyes losing their light.
Ye Shuang’s heart inexplicably clenched. He sat back down beside her, watching her despondent face, and sighed. "I said probably…"
"Probably?"
"Yeah. No one knows what the future holds."
"Oh."
"Yuyou, do you really know what being married means?"
She pondered. "Being married means staying together forever."
"Yeah, but it’s more than that."
Bai Yuyou whispered, "I don’t understand all that… I just want to stay with you forever… as long as it’s you, Ye Shuang… that’s enough."
Only then did Ye Shuang realize—Bai Yuyou didn’t care about marriage at all. She didn’t even grasp its meaning. To her, marriage was simply a way to stay together forever, and all she wanted was to stay by his side.
"Ye Shuang, you promised… you’d wait for me." Bai Yuyou said.
Memories of that rainy day surfaced—the girl watching a snail and asking him the same question. Ye Shuang nodded. "Yeah, I’ll wait for you."
"Then can we shower together now?"
Ye Shuang: "…"
"All that just to ask this?" He blinked in disbelief.
Bai Yuyou tilted her head, expression blank. "Mm."
He exhaled, suddenly feeling powerless against her peculiar logic. "Fine. Let’s go take a bath."
"Okay." Instantly reinvigorated, she perked up.
The apartment’s bathroom was different from the one in the old neighborhood—it had a proper bathtub, fully temperature-controlled. Ye Shuang rarely got to enjoy a soak and wanted to relax properly.
After filling the tub, he rinsed off quickly and sank into the warm water, stretching out as every cell in his body seemed to sigh in relief.
Bai Yuyou stepped in shortly after, though at Ye Shuang’s insistence, she wore a white two-piece swimsuit (one he’d bought for her).
Ye Shuang himself had on a pair of swim trunks.
"Ye Shuang, this is tight." She tugged at the swimsuit’s front.
"It’s fine. The size should be right." Though he had to admit, he might’ve underestimated the measurements—the fabric strained against her curves.
Once she settled into the tub, Bai Yuyou sat right in front of him and leaned back against his chest.
At this point, Ye Shuang had no stray thoughts. He treated it like taking her to a hot spring, resting his chin atop her head as his arms draped over the tub’s edges, eyes closed in relaxation.
Bai Yuyou, however, found the bow tied behind her back bothersome. Glancing at Ye Shuang to confirm his eyes were shut, she reached back and undid it.
As the swimsuit floated away in the water, Ye Shuang’s eyes snapped open.
"Huh?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
