"Cheers!"
The spacious villa buzzed with lively chatter as a grand dining table was laden with an extravagant spread of dishes—most of which Ye Shuang had been preparing since four in the afternoon. It was practically a feast fit for royalty.
Almost all of their friends had arrived, except for Chen Qin, who couldn’t make it due to work commitments.
"Hey, Ye Shuang, bring out the drinks," Chen Hai called out, having brought his wife and kids along for the gathering. Since they were staying overnight, he figured they might as well indulge a little.
The villa was rented—given the sheer number of guests, Ye Shuang had opted for a place specifically designed for parties. The daily rate wasn’t steep, but that was likely due to the property’s less-than-stellar reputation.
This was the Rose Manor Villa District in Haizhu City. Despite being a high-end residential area, occupancy was shockingly low. Rumors of hauntings had left the place nearly abandoned.
Some said the developer had died in a car accident, while others whispered about a string of murders that had taken place here. It was one of the city’s most infamous urban legends. But Ye Shuang didn’t buy into any of it. Why?
Because he’d thrown plenty of high school parties here.
Cheap, spacious, and perfect for large gatherings.
Ye Shuang had always believed that human malice was far scarier than any ghostly apparition—especially after his breakup with Zhao Mengyao.
Besides, the very ghost you fear might be someone else’s dearly missed loved one.
"Take it easy on the drinks. Your wife’s here, after all," Ye Shuang said, emerging from the kitchen with a glass of water for Chen Hai.
"Oh, come on," Chen Hai replied before taking a sip. Then, with a flick of his lighter, the clear liquid in his glass burst into flames.
"Are you freaking kidding me?"
"Drink up, hahaha!"
...
"So immature," Aunt Li remarked, sitting beside Bai Yuyou as she blew on her freshly painted green nails. "Don’t mind those two, sweetheart. Here, have some juice."
"I… want to try alcohol," Bai Yuyou murmured softly, watching Ye Shuang and Chen Hai downing drinks one after another.
"Kids shouldn’t drink."
Bai Yuyou looked slightly disappointed.
"Aunt Li, we’re adults! We can drink!" Tang Keke chimed in with a grin. "Though I’ve never really had much before."
"You’re all such a handful," Aunt Li sighed, resting her cheek in her hand as Bai Yuyou nodded in agreement.
"Fine, I’ll mix you two something sweet."
With that, Aunt Li stood up and deftly combined fruits, alcohol, and soda into a colorful concoction. Moments later, two beautifully crafted drinks were placed in front of Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou.
"These aren’t strong, but don’t overdo it, okay?" Aunt Li warned with a smile.
"Wow—" Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke marveled at the vibrant drinks before taking small, cautious sips.
Tang Keke licked her lips and squinted at Aunt Li.
"Are you sure this is alcohol? Tastes like juice. I remember trying a sip of my dad’s Maotai once—couldn’t even swallow it."
"It’s delicious," Bai Yuyou agreed, sipping slowly. The sweetness was irresistible.
"That’s why it’s called a ‘little sweet drink.’ Take your time," Aunt Li chuckled before glancing around the room.
Ye Shuang and Chen Hai were still going strong with their drinking, while Zhixia and Linlin chatted excitedly about their summer plans—they’d been invited to join the vacation too. And in the far corner…
A short-haired girl was devouring her food with single-minded focus.
Her vibe was unmistakable:
I’m just here to eat. Don’t talk to me. I eat. I eat. I eat.
"Aunt Li, this is great! Can I have more?" Tang Keke asked.
"Don’t push it," Aunt Li cautioned.
Keke waved her off. "Pfft, one more won’t hurt. I can handle—"
...
Ten minutes later, Tang Keke was face-down on the table, eyes shut.
"Pathetic little shrimp… I’ll… I’ll crush you…"
"See? One sip and she’s out," Aunt Li said, unfazed. Then she turned to Bai Yuyou—the girl’s cheeks were flushed, her usually sharp eyes now glazed over with a dreamy haze.
"Looks like our little Yuyou’s tipsy too. Need to lie down?"
"Mm…"
Bai Yuyou wobbled to her feet and, in full view of everyone, plopped straight into Ye Shuang’s lap as he was mid-chug with Chen Hai.
"Huh?" Ye Shuang blinked, the bottle still at his lips as the soft weight of the girl settled against him.
"Yuyou?"
"Mmm." Bai Yuyou clung to him, her face burning even redder. "Sweet drink… good…"
Her voice was honeyed, her expression adorably dazed—a side of her Ye Shuang had never seen before.
"Alright, that’s enough for me," Ye Shuang conceded, shifting to cradle her more comfortably on his lap. Bai Yuyou nuzzled his neck with a quiet whimper.
"Ye Shuang… let’s make babies."
Ye Shuang: "..."
The room fell silent as every pair of eyes locked onto him, demanding an explanation.
"Uh. That’s—that’s not what it sounds like. Keke definitely taught her that," Ye Shuang stammered, turning to Tang Keke.
"Keke!"
Tang Keke lifted her head groggily, still half-asleep. "Huh?"
"Did you put weird ideas in Yuyou’s head again?"
"Not my fault… You’re the one who said you’d have five babies with her… all natural birth," Keke slurred, her drunken brain spouting nonsense without filter.
Ye Shuang felt his soul leave his body.
Where the hell am I supposed to pull quintuplets from?!
"Well, well, Ye Shuang," Chen Hai clapped him on the shoulder. "Didn’t know you were keeping such big news from us."
"Shut up, she’s clearly drunk!"
Luckily, everyone recognized it as drunken rambling, and the teasing died down quickly.
Before long, the night deepened.
Ye Shuang carried Bai Yuyou to her room, where she remained in a hazy slumber—whether from exhaustion or the lingering effects of the alcohol, he wasn’t sure.
"Should I change her clothes?" he wondered aloud, eyeing her uniform. Her pleated skirt had ridden up slightly, revealing the white stockings that stretched over her slender legs, now sprawled carelessly over the edge of the bed.
Her skin, usually pale, had taken on a faint pink hue under the influence of the alcohol.
"Better change her."
He’d seen her naked plenty of times before, but as his fingers brushed the first button of her blouse, Bai Yuyou let out a soft moan. Her eyes fluttered half-open, her flushed face tilting toward him—freezing him in place.
"Ye Shuang… kiss me."
Her arms looped around his neck.

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?"

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