"This child was always timid—she didn’t dare sleep alone until she was twelve," Tang's mother said with a smile, sharing an embarrassing story about her daughter. "And on the very first night she slept in her own room, she got scared by the swaying curtains… She insisted there was a ghost."
"Mom, why are you bringing that up?" Keke puffed out her cheeks in protest.
"She’s also quite introverted and struggles to talk to others. Sometimes I worry about how she’ll manage in society," Tang's father added with a sigh. "But lately, she’s become much more cheerful. When she comes home, she always talks about how wonderful you all are and how delicious your cooking is."
Ye Shuang glanced at Tang Keke, who had buried her face in her chest out of sheer embarrassment, looking like a little ostrich.
"At first, I thought she might be exaggerating, but then she showed us photos," Tang's father said, turning to Bai Yuyou. "Thank you for being friends with our Keke."
Bai Yuyou shook her head. "It’s Keke… who was willing to be my friend. I’m happy."
Ye Shuang chimed in, "Because of certain circumstances, Yuyou never had the chance to learn many things. So I’m really grateful to Keke as well."
"Hahaha, let’s have a drink."
It was clear how deeply Tang Keke’s parents cared for her, and their genuine joy at seeing their daughter make friends was palpable. Ye Shuang understood that feeling all too well—he had felt the same way when Bai Yuyou first found companionship.
Friendship isn’t about quantity, but about sincerity. Over the years, Ye Shuang had met all kinds of people and made plenty of drinking buddies, but the ones who truly mattered—the ones he could confide in—were few, like Chen Hai and a handful of others.
Friends made during school years, untainted by ulterior motives, often last a lifetime. Though life’s diverging paths might eventually pull people apart, Ye Shuang still hoped Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou would remain close friends forever.
After the meal, Ye Shuang and Tang's father chatted over tea, mostly about everyday life.
Ye Shuang didn’t ask what Tang's father did for a living, and Tang's father didn’t inquire about Ye Shuang’s work either. After all, Ye Shuang was here as Bai Yuyou’s "guardian," not as a prospective son-in-law, so their conversation stayed light.
"Take your friends to your room for a while. I’ll bring up some fruit later," Tang's mother said.
"Okay~~~"
Tang Keke led Bai Yuyou and Ye Shuang to her room—a cozy space decorated in a simple white theme, complete with a princess-style bed that radiated youthful charm.
A desk, gaming consoles, and everything else were neatly arranged.
And then there was the figurine-covered wall.
"Hmm?" Ye Shuang suddenly noticed a pile of folded clothes on the bed, among which a certain oversized white bra stood out conspicuously.
Tactfully, he averted his gaze without comment.
"W-Wait, let me clean up first!" Tang Keke, spotting the clothes—clearly folded and left there by her mother after laundry—panicked and hastily pushed Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou out of the room before scrambling to tidy up.
"Alright, come in now," Tang Keke said once she was done.
Bai Yuyou and Ye Shuang re-entered. With few chairs available, they settled on the carpet, which felt perfectly natural.
"Keke, that…" Bai Yuyou’s eyes lingered on a thick album.
"Oh, that’s my photo album."
"Want to take a look?" Tang Keke pulled the hefty album from the shelf.
"Mm."
Flipping through it, the album chronicled Tang Keke’s life from infancy—starting with a photo of her as a chubby baby sitting in a plastic tub, grinning goofily.
"Keke… was chubby," Bai Yuyou remarked, eyeing the multiple rolls of baby fat on Keke’s belly in the photo.
Blushing, Keke quickly turned the page. Even though it was just baby photos, being seen naked by friends was still embarrassing.
The following pages showed Keke in frilly dresses. Clearly doted on, her parents had bought her countless outfits, and her round, cherubic face made her look utterly adorable.
"Hehe, my dad used to be a photographer, so he loved taking pictures of me," Tang Keke explained sheepishly. "And my maternal grandmother was a fashion designer, so I never ran out of clothes."
Bai Yuyou gazed quietly before murmuring, "How nice…"
She had nothing like this.
She didn’t even know what she looked like as a child.
"Yuyou, do you have a photo album? Show me next time!" Tang Keke said cheerfully before catching herself and waving her hands. "Ah, no no, I didn’t mean it like that—"
Bai Yuyou shook her head. "It’s okay."
"Mm." Tang Keke hesitated to flip further, knowing the girl before her had no photos of her own.
Maybe she should change the subject.
Bai Yuyou lowered her eyes, lost in thought as she studied the pictures.
Then, suddenly, a photo caught her attention—one that stood out starkly from the rest. It wasn’t Tang Keke, but unmistakably Bai Yuyou herself as a child.
"Huh?" Tang Keke noticed it too, realizing Ye Shuang had placed it there.
"I happened to have a photo of Yuyou from back then," Ye Shuang said with a smile. The picture of the little girl, grinning brightly, was one he’d retrieved during a recent trip to his hometown and kept in his wallet ever since.
"Wow, so cute!" Tang Keke leaned in for a closer look. "A natural beauty even as a kid."
"Beauty?"
"It means pretty."
"Oh…" Bai Yuyou stared at the photo, mesmerized. She wondered—why had she been so happy back then? Now, she couldn’t recall a single memory from her childhood.
"I don’t understand…"
"Why…"
Bai Yuyou held the photo. "Why was I happy…?"
Just then, a large hand rested gently on her head. Ye Shuang smiled. "Because photos capture important moments. And most of the time, those worth remembering are the happy ones."
Bai Yuyou seemed to realize something. She pulled out her phone and opened her own photo album—filled mostly with pictures of her and Ye Shuang, along with a few candid shots she’d taken of him.
"…" She pressed the phone to her cheek. "I have an album too… with Ye Shuang."
"Being with Ye Shuang… makes me happy."
"The past doesn’t matter… From now on, I’ll take more photos… with Ye Shuang."
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?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
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.
