Splash, splash... The water from the showerhead hit the floor. Ye Shuang looked at himself in the mirror and could not help but brush the wet hair from his forehead.
Although Ye Shuang had stalled for a bit of time after dinner, he still ended up coming to the hotel.
Taking a shower was the only way he could stall for a little more time; after all, there did not seem to be any other good options right now.
Were they going to do it?
Ye Shuang shook his head, changed into a bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom.
You take so long to shower. It actually took you half an hour, An Shiyi said lazily, lying on her stomach on the bed and looking at the book in her hands. The mood is almost gone, honestly.
Exactly, An Shiyu chimed in.
Looking at the two fishes, Ye Shuang was speechless. ...
He dried his hair with a towel, not knowing what to say for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Shuang thought for a few seconds before finally speaking.
I feel like this is still too early. I am sorry to both of you... but I just cannot accept this right now. I am sorry.
He still chose to say it. Perhaps it would hurt An Shiyu and her sister, but Ye Shuang felt that doing it without any feelings was actually irresponsible and would end up hurting them as well.
Since that was the case, it was better to make things clear.
The room was dead silent.
Pfft. The next second, the two fishes looked at each other, inexplicably showing expressions as if they were holding back laughter.
Ye Shuang froze for a moment, then asked in confusion, Is this... funny?
No, we are not laughing, the girl said, keeping a straight and serious face.
You clearly were laughing, were you not? Ye Shuang said, speechless.
Hearing this, An Shiyu propped her face up on the bed, her beautiful eyes inexplicably looking at Ye Shuang with a smile.
An Shiyi patted the empty spot next to her.
Lie down here.
Ye Shuang glanced at the spot, but under the gaze of the two girls, he laid down anyway.
the two fishes shimmied over the blanket and each picked a side to lie down on.
Feeling the heavy sensation and faint fragrance on both of his shoulders, Ye Shuang thought they were about to do it. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the two girls' eyes seemingly shimmering with light.
Uncle.
...
Thank you. This single sentence made Ye Shuang's originally resistant movements soften a bit. He looked at the two fishes in confusion, not quite understanding what they meant.
Actually, the whole girlfriend thing was just a joke, An Shiyu hugged him a little tighter. Sorry for tricking you.
My bad, An Shiyi also said. At that time, you had forgotten about us, so we just said it thinking, what would happen if we said this... but we never expected you to actually take it seriously.
the two fishes thought Ye Shuang would angrily question them the next second about why they did that, but Ye Shuang appeared very calm. He just slowly let out a breath, as if exhaling all the frustration in his chest.
You are not mad?
How should I put it... were we very close in the past? Ye Shuang asked instead. He did not know why he was not angry at the two fishes after learning the truth, perhaps subconsciously, he felt that this was just how their personalities were.
You have touched my butt, An Shiyi raised her hand.
... Ye Shuang fell silent for a moment. Is that true?
What do you think?
Sorry... Ye Shuang felt like it was probably true.
You do not remember us? An Shiyu asked, her tone trembling slightly. Not even a single memory?
I do not remember, Ye Shuang answered honestly.
There is really nothing we can do about it then, An Shiyi also said. Although her tone was light, it was evident from her expression that her face looked a bit sorrowful.
Sensing the emotion in the two girls' voices, Ye Shuang quietly looked at them. He slightly raised his arms and gently stroked the backs of their heads.
I am sorry... my amnesia has caused trouble for you.
the two fishes suddenly trembled, then sat up straight with their backs facing Ye Shuang.
Ye Shuang watched for a few seconds. Just as he noticed their trembling shoulders and was about to speak, An Shiyu suddenly spoke up.
You... are getting married to Chen Qin, right?
Hearing this, Ye Shuang nodded. Yes.
Congratulations.
Ye Shuang froze for a moment, then smiled. Thank you.
You can leave now, An Shiyu suddenly said.
Huh? Ye Shuang did not expect her to say that. Looking at the faint tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, he hesitated but still asked,
Are you... crying?
Just kidding. An Shiyu suddenly smiled as if her face had changed masks. Otherwise, did you really want to spend the night here with us? Or did you bring an umbrella?
Ye Shuang's expression turned awkward as he said, Well...
We have never done it with you anyway, An Shiyi also said, stepping her foot on Ye Shuang's shoulder. Alright, change your clothes and leave. This matter ends here.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang got up and went to change his clothes.
A minute later, Ye Shuang came out of the bathroom and saw the two fishes still lazily lying on their stomachs on the bed. He asked, Should we... leave now?
Yeah, you go back, An Shiyu waved her hand dismissively. We are going to play games here for a while. Goodbye, Uncle NPC.
An Shiyi just wiggled her feet in the air.
Ye Shuang smiled helplessly.
However, seeing that both of the two fishes were shooing him away, he thought about it and had no choice but to say,
Then let us talk next time.
Saying that, he walked to the front door.
Reaching out to hold the doorknob for a few seconds, Ye Shuang looked back at the girls playing on their phones with their heads down, before finally pushing the door open and leaving.
The hotel room fell silent.
Why did you chase Uncle away? After a few seconds, An Shiyi spoke up.
An Shiyu looked at her phone and did not answer. It was not until the long-haired girl beside her spoke again that she softly said,
Stop asking.
You... An Shiyi looked at An Shiyu, then also lay down on the bed. He already lost his memories of us. If we do not hold on tight, he might become a complete stranger in the future.
Perhaps that is not a bad thing, An Shiyu simply said.
Huh? An Shiyi was a bit surprised that An Shiyu would say that. She should be the one who cared the most, right?
To help out, she was secretly injured by that Gorilla but would not even breathe a word of it to Ye Shuang.
After losing his memories, he can create a more beautiful future... An Shiyu said slowly.
But for him, a future without me is a better future, is it not?
Hearing this, An Shiyi was uncharacteristically silent for a few seconds, as if she was sulking. I do not know.
Are you really willing to just give up? she asked.
No, I am not. An Shiyu put down her phone and said softly,
A true ninja is someone who can endure everything.
Please do not say that while crying.
You too, okay?
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
