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?
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
