Just as Ye Shuang had anticipated, Bai Yuyou not only avoided interacting with him all morning but also kept her distance, standing up and moving away whenever he got too close.
"Are you upset?" Ye Shuang asked, looking at her delicate, expressionless face. "What's wrong today?"
Bai Yuyou remained silent.
Before long, Tang Keke arrived, and the two girls quickly finished breakfast before heading off to school.
"Do you need another hug?" Tang Keke teased at the doorway, but Bai Yuyou tightened her grip on the strap of her satchel and hurriedly turned to go downstairs.
"Huh?"
"Did you two have a fight?" Tang Keke turned to Ye Shuang, puzzled.
Ye Shuang recalled the moment last night when the girl had secretly kissed him, but he still couldn’t figure out why she seemed to be deliberately avoiding him this morning.
A girl’s heart was the most complicated thing.
"We didn’t fight. I don’t know what’s going on either. Keke, if you find out, could you let me know?" Ye Shuang smiled faintly. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure if Bai Yuyou was angry or what had caused it.
"Could it be… she’s jealous because you’ve been walking me home these past few days?" Tang Keke ventured a guess.
"That shouldn’t be it. Anyway, hurry up and catch up to her." Ye Shuang noticed Bai Yuyou was already quite far ahead and urged Tang Keke to follow.
"Alright then. Bye, big bro!"
"Mm, be careful on your way."
Watching Tang Keke rush after Bai Yuyou, Ye Shuang absentmindedly stroked his chin before slowly closing the door behind him.
After updating his novel for the day—still with hardly any readers—Ye Shuang sat on the sofa, lost in thought, unable to stop thinking about Bai Yuyou. But soon, he shook off his mood and decided to head to the hospital to check on the cat.
"Sir, this kitten is ready to be discharged," the staff at the pet hospital informed Ye Shuang. Once it had passed the critical period, there was no need for further hospitalization.
"Alright, I’ll take it home for now."
Ye Shuang poked the tiny kitten’s head through the cage bars. Since he’d already spent the money, he couldn’t just release it after it recovered, could he?
After buying cat litter, food, and canned supplies, Ye Shuang carried the pet carrier provided by the hospital, lugging bags of items out.
"So heavy."
"Meow!"
"Should I give you a name?"
"Meow!"
"Maybe I’ll let Yuyou name you when we get back. I’m terrible at naming things… or maybe just call you Mimi."
"Meow~"
The two seemed to be having a conversation on entirely different wavelengths. After loading everything into the passenger seat, Ye Shuang was about to get in the car when he spotted a familiar figure.
Leaning against the street railing was a girl in a school uniform, her hands tucked into her sleeves as she sipped from a cup of milk tea.
She stood there lazily, her shoulder-length hair slightly disheveled, a stark contrast to the hurried passersby around her—as if she existed in a different time and space altogether.
"Why aren’t you in school?"
The voice beside her drew the girl’s attention. An Shiyu turned her head slightly and noticed Ye Shuang standing next to her.
"Aren’t you skipping too, old man?" An Shiyu retorted. "Or do you not have a job?"
Ye Shuang didn’t answer directly. "..."
"Then again, people who work honestly usually don’t make much money." An Shiyu’s gaze drifted to the sports car parked not far behind him.
Glancing at the time—not even lunch break yet—Ye Shuang asked, "Did you sneak out again?"
"Pretty much. School’s boring." An Shiyu narrowed her eyes. "Though, to be honest, I haven’t found anything particularly interesting lately."
"Why?"
"Old man, what if I told you I’m actually super talented? Would you believe me?" An Shiyu suddenly asked.
"Like what?"
"Photographic memory, for example?" she said casually.
"Hyperthymesia?"
An Shiyu’s hand twitched slightly. She turned to look at Ye Shuang, as if she wanted to ask something but held back. "Yeah, something like that. I never forget anything I see or experience. Pretty cool, right?"
"Maybe." Ye Shuang wasn’t entirely convinced. "But if I had that ability, I’d probably find it painful."
An Shiyu fell silent for a moment before facing him fully. "Why?"
"For me, being able to vividly remember the pain of losing a loved one, even decades later as if it were yesterday… that sounds terrifying." Ye Shuang smiled faintly.
"Some memories are better left to time to fade."
An Shiyu scoffed. "You sound like an old man. You’re not even thirty yet. Did someone close to you die recently?"
"My parents."
An Shiyu’s lazy demeanor faded. She held out her milk tea. "Here."
"What’s this for?" Ye Shuang was confused.
"Feels like I put my foot in my mouth. You can have a sip as an apology."
Ye Shuang’s lips twitched. Wasn’t this basically an indirect kiss? Were girls these days really this bold?
"Not interested? It’s an indirect kiss, you know."
"You’re aware of that?!"
"Yep. But it’s my first kiss, so this is your only chance. Someone as cute as me doesn’t come around often." An Shiyu withdrew her hand.
Ye Shuang: "..."
He found that talking to this girl always threw him off balance—somehow making him want to both scold her and play along.
"But old man, I agree with you," An Shiyu continued. "A perfect memory isn’t necessarily a good thing. Unlike the people around me, who always go on about how amazing it is."
"People have different perspectives. So why are you out here?" What Ye Shuang really wanted to know was what An Shiyu’s family did. How could her teachers just let her skip school like this?
"Just wanted some milk tea." She brushed off the question, then suddenly pointed at a sign in the distance. "Hey, old man, look at that."
Ye Shuang followed her finger and saw a sign advertising hourly hotel rooms for 10 yuan.
"Interested? My treat," An Shiyu said.
"What the—do you even know what hourly hotels are for?"
Unlike Ye Shuang’s stunned expression, An Shiyu remained completely unfazed. "Of course. It’s where men and women go to spar."
"Old man, are you not up for it? Or are you imagining something naughty?"
Ye Shuang looked at her seriously. "Much naughtier than you’re thinking."
"I like that answer. Let’s go." An Shiyu tossed her empty cup into a nearby trash bin and grabbed Ye Shuang’s hand, dragging him toward the hotel.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
