Night fell, the moonlight silvery and bright.
Bai Yuyou beside him had already fallen asleep, her posture no longer curled up defensively but relaxed, nestled close. Under the gentle caress of the moonlight, her delicate features seemed even more refined.
Yet Ye Shuang lay awake, one arm tucked beneath his head as he stared quietly at the ceiling.
Sleep eluded him—his mind was occupied with thoughts of Yuyou, Chen Qin, and the matter of Yuyou’s birth parents.
Just then, the girl beside him stirred slightly. She murmured something unintelligible before nuzzling against his neck, pressing even closer. The warmth of her breath brushed against his skin.
Noticing this, Ye Shuang tugged lightly at the thin blanket, covering her exposed shoulder.
Shifting slightly, he gazed at her face, so close he could almost count her lashes. With a finger, he gently brushed aside a stray lock of her hair. His dark eyes were unfathomable, lost in thought.
Suddenly, the girl leaned in and—
"Mwah~"
Ye Shuang blinked in surprise.
She mumbled again, "Cricket… gotta catch it…"
Watching her unconscious antics, he couldn’t help but chuckle. "What the heck?"
Amused as he was, his thoughts soon drifted back to her—back to how, not long ago, even a kiss required formal permission, let alone anything more intimate. Now, he finally understood: he was simply unwilling to let go.
"How many years have I wasted?" he wondered.
He used to keep track down to the exact day. But ever since Yuyou picked him up and brought him home, those calculations had faded from memory.
Some obsessions, it seemed, could be released in an instant.
Lost in reminiscence, lulled by the faint floral scent of the girl beside him and her soft warmth, he gradually succumbed to sleep.
The night passed without incident.
Morning arrived.
After sending Yuyou and Tang Keke off to school, Ye Shuang washed the dishes and settled at his desk, booting up his computer. Writing had become a daily habit, and over time, his word count had grown—along with his readership. Even his novel’s rating had climbed to a solid 9.0.
He clicked through the reviews, filtering out low-star critiques before browsing the latest feedback.
"The recommendation period’s over. Seven days of exposure just isn’t enough. I really hope my dear readers can help spread the word," he muttered to himself. Still, as promised, he uploaded three new chapters today and left a note at the end: "For every 0.1 increase in rating, one extra chapter."
"Alright, time for work."
Checking the clock, he saw that the three-chapter update had taken him right up to his shift. Heading down to the garage, he drove his sports car to the school.
"So slow."
The moment Ye Shuang slipped on his white coat and turned on the AC, a voice sounded behind him.
"Hm?" He paused before realizing it was An Shiyu. "How’d you get in? The infirmary wasn’t open."
"Uncle, of course I have a key."
An Shiyu was sprawled across one of the beds, lazily flipping through a book with one leg bent, her skirt riding up slightly.
"Your underwear’s showing," Ye Shuang pointed out.
"Whatever. Feel free to use me as you like, Uncle." She didn’t seem bothered, continuing to read as the quiet room filled with the sound of turning pages.
Ye Shuang’s eye twitched as he took his seat. "And you call me a pervert? You’re the real weirdo here, you little Jap."
"How rude…" An Shiyu replied flatly. "My great-grandfather was one of the few foreign anti-war heroes buried in the local cemetery. I’m a born-and-raised Chinese citizen."
"Ah, my apologies." Ye Shuang bowed his head sincerely.
An Shiyu didn’t dwell on it, returning to her book until Ye Shuang spoke again. "Didn’t know you read."
"Just a novel… Tokyo Landlord or something. The author’s so slow." She skimmed a few more pages before losing interest. "Why do all these pretty girls flock to the protagonist?"
"Even if you put it that way…"
Ye Shuang gestured to himself. "I actually write novels too."
"Oh? What’s yours called?" An Shiyu twisted to look at him, though her bangs still shadowed her perpetually bored eyes.
"Here." Suddenly enthusiastic, Ye Shuang pulled up his story on his phone and handed it over.
An Shiyu took one glance at the word count and set it down.
"Too short. Not reading."
Ye Shuang: "…"
Suppressing the urge to smack her backside, he retrieved his phone.
"Let me know when it’s longer." An Shiyu flopped onto her back like a salted fish, yawning.
But seconds later, she abruptly sat up.
"Is writing hard?" she asked.
"Not… really?" Ye Shuang said. Getting successful was the tough part—publishing was easy.
"How long does a chapter take?"
"About two hours at first?"
An Shiyu did some mental math based on a million-word novel’s chapter count, then lay back down expressionlessly.
"Goodnight."
"Don’t give up so fast, damn it!"
"Shut up, Uncle."
Ye Shuang sighed and returned to his desk just as a student walked in. "Nurse…"
Instantly switching to professional mode, he smiled warmly. "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed An Shiyu had already drawn the curtain around her bed.
Fast.
"I scraped my knee when I fell." The student pointed to the grazed skin, still speckled with sand.
Ye Shuang fetched antiseptic and began cleaning the wound.
Once bandaged, he checked if she could move comfortably. The girl blushed under his attentive care.
"I-It’s fine! The bandage doesn’t restrict me at all."
"Good. The cut’s shallow, so no need to change the dressing—just keep it dry." Kneeling before her, Ye Shuang adjusted the strap.
"Thank you."
"Anytime. Off to class now."
"Okay~" The girl hesitated, then added, "Nurse, can I have your number? I fall a lot…"
"If you get hurt, just come straight here," Ye Shuang deflected smoothly.
"Oh… alright."
After seeing her out, he turned to find An Shiyu now sitting in his chair, legs crossed.
"I think," she said, "I get it now."
Ye Shuang: "?"
Get what?
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
