It was already late at night by the time he got home.
The night in Haizhu City was even colder, so much so that Ye Shuang couldn't help rubbing his hands together in the underground parking garage. After watching the designated driver park the car, Ye Shuang retrieved his keys.
"Goodbye, boss."
"Mm, okay."
Watching the driver ride off on his folding scooter, Ye Shuang slowly withdrew his gaze.
Good thing he didn't get that fish driver.
"Hmm... the dog isn't here today." Ye Shuang looked around but didn't see the corgi's figure. Who knows where it ran off to.
Better just go home. He really had drunk quite a bit, his head was feeling a little dizzy.
Taking the elevator, Ye Shuang returned to his apartment. The moment he opened the door, the bright lights inside caught his attention. Looking around, he noticed the long-haired girl curled up asleep on the sofa.
Bai Yuyou was sleeping on the chaise lounge part of the sofa, a small pillow clutched in her arms. It seemed she had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home.
She was sleeping very soundly, her fair face tinged with a faint pink.
"Young master, the mistress has already given birth to eight babies in a row! They're all having problems. The doctor asks if you want to save the mother or the children!"
"Save the mother!"
"Young master, the mistress is still giving birth, it's almost breaking twenty now!"
"Still save the mother!"
The TV in front of him was still playing a series, seemingly that spoof of overbearing CEOs from last time.
Although Ye Shuang was thoroughly thunderstruck by such absurd plotlines, he had to admit this kind of weird stuff was strangely captivating.
"Better turn it off."
Ye Shuang picked up the remote and turned it off, then sat on the sofa and gently touched the girl's cheek with his hand. "Yuyou?"
"Mmm, pork chop." Bai Yuyou made an indistinct sound, then slowly opened her beautiful eyes. The moment her gaze fell on Ye Shuang, she suddenly said,
"The pork chop turned into Ye Shuang."
Ye Shuang: "..."
What pork chop?
He was torn between laughter and tears, then reached out with both hands to knead the girl's cheeks. "Did you get muddled from sleep? Go back to your room to sleep. Why were you sitting here?"
Bai Yuyou sat there with a dazed look, seemingly not fully awake yet. Only after smelling the alcohol on Ye Shuang did she become a bit more alert. "Waiting for Ye Shuang to come home."
"You don't have to wait for me."
"Ye Shuang said before that you like the feeling of coming home at night and there being lights on at home," Bai Yuyou said.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang was taken aback for a moment. Had he said that?
Thinking about it carefully, perhaps he had mentioned it offhand once, and this child had remembered it.
"Come on, let's go back to the room to sleep first." Ye Shuang stood up. After all, it was very late now.
"I want to sleep with Ye Shuang," Bai Yuyou said.
"That's not okay."
"We haven't slept together for a while. Ye Shuang said it was okay before." Bai Yuyou reached out and tugged at the corner of Ye Shuang's clothes.
And besides, they used to sleep together all the time before. Why won't you let me now?
"Alright, let me take a shower first."
"Mm-hmm."
Ye Shuang went to take a shower first. As the hot water washed over his body, he thought about many things.
He only stepped out of the bathroom after washing until he was a bit lightheaded from the steam and changing his clothes.
"Yuyou, do you want a cup of hot milk before sleeping... Hm?" Drying his hair, Ye Shuang noticed Bai Yuyou was already fast asleep in his bed. The pajama-clad girl had one snow-white leg resting on top of the quilt, her face half-buried beside the pillow, just like a little kitten.
"Looks like she's tired," Ye Shuang couldn't help but think.
He picked up the hairdryer from the drawer and went to the next room to dry his hair first.
"Hm?" Unintentionally, Ye Shuang's gaze fell on the desk nearby.
On it were some drawing sketches. Ye Shuang was aware, as Bai Yuyou seemed to have developed an interest in drawing recently. He put down the hairdryer and walked over to the desk to sneak a peek.
Hmm...
What is this?
A slime?
Looking at the human figure and the familiar, oppressive size, Ye Shuang couldn't help but ponder.
Is this... drawing Tang Keke's figure?
"Maybe you need to learn anatomy first for comics?" Ye Shuang didn't find it particularly strange. He withdrew his gaze and turned to go back to his own room.
Holding the soft, gentle girl, the night passed without further words.
The next day.
At the break of dawn, Bai Yuyou woke up. Her ahoge was slightly raised. Feeling that she had been sleeping nestled in a familiar embrace, she rubbed her cheek against Ye Shuang before reluctantly getting up.
"Mmm." Bai Yuyou rubbed her eyes, then suddenly noticed Ye Shuang's swollen wound, which still seemed inflamed.
As if remembering something, Bai Yuyou suddenly leaned over curiously to look, then unwrapped the bandaged wound.
"?!" The girl's face was squarely bounced by it. After sitting in a seiza-like pose for a moment, she began to observe it carefully.
In comics, saliva can disinfect wounds.
Bai Yuyou tried it, though she wasn't sure if that's how it was done.
At this moment, Ye Shuang was still sleeping soundly, having drunk last night, showing no signs of waking up.
After a while, the girl lay back down to sleep.
Eight o'clock, the alarm rang.
"Mmm, huh?" Ye Shuang opened his eyes groggily and slapped his hand down on his phone.
After stretching, Ye Shuang noticed Bai Yuyou wasn't there.
"Had a strange dream," Ye Shuang murmured. Was it because it was too full?
He checked his underwear; it didn't seem to have any traces.
"To actually dream about that kind of thing, it's really a bit absurd." Ye Shuang got up and then roughly folded the quilt.
Going downstairs, the aroma of food wafted to his nose. Bai Yuyou, wearing an apron, seemed to be preparing breakfast.
"Oh oh, good morning, brother." Tang Keke had come over early and waved a greeting.
"Morning." Ye Shuang suddenly noticed Tang Keke had her "slimes" resting on the table. This girl didn't seem to avoid him much anymore, probably because they had gotten familiar. She was almost completely unguarded.
"Brother, Christmas is coming soon. Have you prepared any little gifts?" After Ye Shuang sat down, Tang Keke asked with a grin.
"Gifts, right." Hearing this, Ye Shuang nodded.
He should prepare some gifts. And that An Shiyu's birthday is coming up too. What kind of gift would be good to buy?
"How about we go shopping these next few days?" Ye Shuang smiled.
"Sure, where should we go?"
"Anywhere is fine. Let's find a large commercial plaza. Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we went shopping." Ye Shuang said, and they could also buy some small gifts for Christmas.
Although Christmas isn't a traditional holiday, these kinds of festivals are basically just an excuse to give yourself a break.
He could also spend some time with Yuyou. He had been busy with work lately and hadn't spent much time with her.
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?"
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
