"Alright, you'll sleep in this room tonight. The bedsheets are freshly washed. As for clothes, I have plenty of new ones prepared here; you should be about the same size as Yuyou." The door was opened. After dinner, Ye Shuang also explained the guest room situation and then opened the wardrobe beside it.
It was filled with clothes, but aside from a few belonging to Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke, a portion were brand new, unworn clothes.
"Or, are you planning to go home to sleep tonight?" Ye Shuang asked, after all, he didn't necessarily mean for An Shiyu to stay over.
"Go home to sleep?" An Shiyu didn't seem very interested.
She shrugged, then picked out a beige nightgown from the wardrobe. "This one."
"Mm, that set is new."
Just as Ye Shuang was speaking, he heard a ringtone. Because the sound wasn't familiar, he looked towards the girl—
An Shiyu also took out her phone. Seeing it was actually a call from Anshi Yilang, she looked like she really didn't want to answer.
"At this hour of the night," An Shiyu muttered, just about to hang up when Ye Shuang, who was beside her, spoke up instead. "Ask what it's about first, in case it's something urgent. After all, your grandfather is getting on in years."
Hearing this, An Shiyu seemed to think for a few seconds, then pressed answer.
"yOOOOOOOOO~~~"
"Good little fishy, look at Grandpa's newly bought pajamas, so pink and pretty~"
On the screen, Anshi Yilang was twisting his body in pink heart-patterned pajamas, swaying around like a performer. "Grandpa bought you a set too, for a matching grandpa-grandchild set~~"
Ye Shuang: "..."
An Shiyu: "..."
"Beep." The girl silently ended the video call, then looked at Ye Shuang expressionlessly, as if saying, [See what I mean?].
Ye Shuang was also silent for a moment. He somewhat understood now why An Shiyu liked deleting Anshi Yilang's contact.
He was practically a weird old man.
"Shower." An Shiyu said, swaying slightly as she disappeared into the guest bathroom.
Seeing the girl go into the bathroom to shower, Ye Shuang then checked the guest room to see if any other supplies were needed.
"Come to think of it, that girl didn't take any underwear, did she?"
However, Ye Shuang didn't go ask An Shiyu, choosing instead to go downstairs and sit for a while.
"Hmm... huh?" Just as he was pouring water at the wet bar, Ye Shuang suddenly remembered the water heater probably hadn't been turned on yet.
After turning on the water heater, he went back upstairs to check on An Shiyu.
But the girl had already come out drying her hair, looking like she had just finished showering.
"You're done already?" Ye Shuang asked, surprised, looking at the girl in her nightgown.
"Otherwise? Does showering take a long time?" An Shiyu dried her hair. She was currently in a state of wearing nothing underneath, so she turned slightly away.
"I forgot to turn on the water heater earlier."
"Oh, well, I was taking a cold shower anyway." An Shiyu didn't seem to mind.
"A cold shower in this weather..."
"Well, when I was little, my grandpa used to take me to sit under waterfalls in winter to train willpower. Got used to it." An Shiyu said nonchalantly, but it sounded utterly shocking to Ye Shuang's ears.
What kind of anime-style training method was that?
Noticing An Shiyu had returned to her room and closed the door, Ye Shuang didn't disturb her and turned to go back to his own room.
After taking a shower, Ye Shuang sat on the edge of the bed and found Bai Yuyou had sent a few more photos.
Mostly group photos.
With Keke and the others taking care of her, Yuyou should be fine, especially since he had prepared many contingencies.
At that moment, his phone suddenly rang. Ye Shuang saw it was a video call from Bai Yuyou.
"Hello."
The video lit up, and Ye Shuang saw Bai Yuyou's face appear on the screen. Then the video shook a few times, perhaps due to poor signal, and froze.
All he could see was a pair of nostrils.
Ye Shuang: "..."
After the picture froze for a few more seconds, a choppy voice came through, it was Keke's. "Yu... Yuyou?"
The picture zoomed out a little. Next to the girl's face was Tang Keke, bent over changing clothes.
A pair of forest witch earrings was right there in Ye Shuang's line of sight.
Ye Shuang: "..."
After silently averting his gaze, a moment later, the sounds from inside seemed to normalize somewhat.
"Ye Shuang is gone."
"I'm right here." Ye Shuang spoke up, noticing Bai Yuyou had almost pressed her face against the screen, looking adorably as if she was trying to crawl through the phone to find someone.
"Move back a bit, I can't see you anymore."
"Oh."
At a slightly farther distance, Ye Shuang then asked, "So, how was it today? Did you have fun? Where did you all go?"
"We ate things. Many things." Bai Yuyou thought about it, then said, "Then, the phone broke from a fall."
"Broke from a fall? Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. Ye Shuang prepared many phones." Bai Yuyou shook her head. "Tomorrow, we're going to a school for an exchange study visit."
"Brother." Tang Keke also leaned in then, with a giggly expression.
She seemed to be sharing a double room with Bai Yuyou, while An Shiyu and Taozi had another room.
"Are you guys about to rest already?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Yeah. The food here is pretty good, and communication isn't hard either."
"Full?" Ye Shuang smiled.
Bai Yuyou lifted her shirt to show Ye Shuang her flat stomach and the upper half of her slime. "Look, full."
"Okay, put it down now."
The two girls talked about many things, including how Bai Yuyou got bumped by a passerby and her phone fell and broke—thinking of this, Ye Shuang couldn't help but feel grateful he had prepared several backups.
If this kid got lost abroad, he'd probably feel like dying.
The video call lasted for several hours, until Bai Yuyou succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep, and Tang Keke hung up. After a whole day of sightseeing, their energy was naturally pretty much spent.
"Shh, Yuyou's asleep... Goodnight, brother."
"Goodnight."
After putting down his phone and confirming there were no more messages, Ye Shuang also lay down on the bed.
Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.
The night grew deeper.
Suddenly, the door to the room beside his was pushed open silently, then closed again—the next second, a figure stood by Ye Shuang's bedside.
"Hmm."
Ye Shuang's breathing remained steady. He even scratched his shoulder and turned over in his sleep, completely unaware that a short-haired girl was now lying on her side right in front of him.
In the silver gauze cast by the moonlight, An Shiyu's legs moved slightly. She just quietly observed Ye Shuang, as if thinking about something.
Recalling that kiss on the Ferris wheel, the girl's fingers lightly touched her own lips.
As the moonlight washed over her body, a blush also crept onto An Shiyu's cheeks.
She suddenly leaned closer.

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?"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”