After putting the plain congee on to boil, Ye Shuang opened the refrigerator. Inside was a uniform array of snacks, juices, and some fruits. He wasn't surprised by this at all. Then, he opened the freezer and found a few slices of marbled meat.
Ye Shuang minced the meat and stewed it together with the plain congee.
Chao Yiyu watched from a distance and soon caught the scent.
"Let's get one thing straight, I don't like congee," the young girl said.
"Then how about another bottle of cola?"
"That works."
Thump. Ye Shuang gave her a solid knock on the head.
Ye Shuang then sat on the sofa. While waiting for the congee to cook, he didn't forget to check Chao Yiyu's temperature. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he found that the girl's weakness was a bit more severe than he had expected.
However, the system didn't give him any valuable information, so he had to withdraw his gaze and glance around the reasonably clean house.
After lying down for a while, Chao Yiyu suddenly squirmed around under the blanket. Finally, her head popped out from the edge, and she rested her chin on Ye Shuang's thigh.
"Mister, let me ask you something."
"What is it?" Ye Shuang replied, looking at the head that had suddenly popped out.
"This isn't your first time at our house, is it?" Chao Yiyu asked, but Ye Shuang casually changed the subject. "Of course I've never been here before. Also, you'd better just lie down and rest properly. You have a fever."
"Don't change the subject. I'll let you touch my legs if you tell me."
"I told you I haven't been here."
"Tch, you can touch my butt too."
"I told you it has nothing to do with that," Ye Shuang said in exasperation. Seeing that she couldn't fish any information out of him, Chao Yiyu curled her lips, ducked back under the blanket, and wriggled her way back to her pillow.
A while later, Ye Shuang checked the time, got up to turn off the stove in the kitchen, and then brought over a bowl of the meat congee.
"Here, drink something."
Chao Yiyu didn't move an inch, as if she had fallen asleep. She lay on her side with her eyes closed, but her long, slender eyelashes were trembling slightly.
"Hmm?" Ye Shuang couldn't help but take another look.
[Name: An Shiyu. Pretending to be asleep. Perhaps you could give her a kiss and make her remember it for the rest of her life.]
"Pretending to sleep is useless." Ye Shuang sat down and tickled the sole of her foot with his finger. The girl twitched the corner of her mouth, as if to say, Is that all?
"If you behave and eat the congee, I'll tell you what you want to know." As soon as Ye Shuang finished speaking, he saw Chao Yiyu sit up straight, as if saying It's a deal.
"Really, are you that curious?" Ye Shuang felt a bit helpless and handed the congee over.
"Here you go."
"Mister." Looking at the steaming, fragrant hot congee, Chao Yiyu withdrew her gaze and spoke.
"Yeah?"
"I think I've caught a disease." Chao Yiyu lowered her eyes, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang spoke without any surprise, "Is it the 'I'll die if no one feeds me congee' disease?"
Hearing him say that, Chao Yiyu's expression instantly changed as she gave him a thumbs up. "As expected of a miracle doctor."
"What a child," Ye Shuang sighed helplessly.
"At my age, being a child is perfectly fine." Chao Yiyu looked entirely unconcerned.
"..."
Ye Shuang then used the spoon to feed Chao Yiyu the congee. Perhaps because she was sick, she sat in a w-sit posture next to Ye Shuang and seemed exceptionally quiet, just taking small bites of the meat congee.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but after finishing the bowl of congee, the girl's face became a bit rosier, and her complexion looked much better.
Sure enough, when you're sick, you still need to eat well.
"Next time you're sick, don't drink cola," Ye Shuang said, seeing how obedient Chao Yiyu was being. However, he found her staring straight at him.
"Oi."
"What's wrong?"
"You promised. Are you going to go back on your word?" Chao Yiyu looked a bit disgusted seeing Ye Shuang play dumb.
"I don't remember."
Chao Yiyu said, "You just said that as long as I ate the congee, you would go to the plaza and do a striptease."
Ye Shuang was speechless. "I only said I'd tell you what you wanted to know, right?"
Chao Yiyu: "So you admit it?"
Seeing the girl's little expression, Ye Shuang could only smile helplessly at this point. "Alright, what do you want to know?"
"Why does it feel like you're very familiar with this place?" Chao Yiyu asked.
"Well about that," Ye Shuang thought for a moment and said, "I'm actually a reincarnator. I came here in my past life, so I'm very familiar with it."
Chao Yiyu put on a very surprised expression.
"You believe me?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Why should I believe you?" Chao Yiyu gave him a deadpan look.
"Then why did you make that 'wow, so that's how it is' face?"
"I just felt that your explanation was particularly cool." Chao Yiyu had lost interest by now. With a bowl of congee in her stomach, she actually looked a bit sleepy. After a small yawn, the girl squirmed a bit and lay back down.
Just before going to sleep, she handed her phone over. "Mister, help me grind a game, I'm going to take a nap."
"What game?" Ye Shuang subconsciously took it.
"The one that makes dead-person laughter all day."
Ye Shuang didn't quite understand.
After opening the phone, the little figure on the wallpaper suddenly moved. "Mambo, hehehehehe..."
"Oh..."
Ye Shuang casually played the game, but suddenly felt a weight on his thigh. Chao Yiyu had crawled over again and was sleeping on his thigh.
Perhaps because she was truly unwell, the girl was very obediently sleeping to recover her energy today. Her demure side profile was something rarely seen.
Ye Shuang pulled the nearby blanket a bit and covered Chao Yiyu's shoulders with it, then went back to casually grinding the game.
He wouldn't stay here forever. After all, he had only come over to check on her out of concern for her health. Once Chao Yiyu woke up, it would be about time for him to leave.
About half an hour later, a message popped up on the phone.
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Yu: You're not dead, right? Hurry up and reply.
Ye Shuang: "..."
A message from An Shiyu? These two really have a unique way of chatting.
Ye Shuang didn't plan on looking at the contents, but the messages kept vibrating continuously.
Left with no choice, he had to take a look at the messages and decide whether to wake Chao Yiyu up to reply based on the situation.
However, upon opening the messages, he found selfies of An Shiyu wearing lingerie in front of a mirror, asking which one looked better.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Has she gained some weight recently?
He silently closed the messages again. It seemed it wasn't anything particularly important. As for seeing An Shiyu's lingerie, to be honest, Ye Shuang had seen everything while studying her body in the reincarnated worlds.
Hmm...
But she did indeed look a bit healthier.

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.”

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'!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!