"The braised eggplant with fish flavor smells pretty good." After all the dishes were served, Chen Qin scooped some sauce onto her rice as she spoke.
"Here."
"Thanks." Ye Shuang looked at the rice drizzled with sauce before him, his eyes brimming with nostalgia. "I used to love this in high school... Just this sauce alone could make me finish three bowls of rice."
Chen Qin knew, of course. But she just smiled without saying much.
She knew all too well...
Sometimes, even when she couldn’t recall her own favorite foods, she could effortlessly list his preferences.
Ye Shuang finished his rice quickly, then noticed something and turned to the girl beside him. "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?"
"My stomach’s been a bit sensitive lately. The doctor told me to avoid greasy food," Chen Qin said.
"Then why did you come here?"
"Hehe..." She giggled. "Just... reminiscing. It’s been a while since I last visited."
Ye Shuang stood up, walked over to the stir-fried noodle stall owner, and exchanged a few words. Soon, he returned with a bowl of soup noodles.
"Eat something. You just got off the plane," he said.
"Oh, okay." For some reason, Chen Qin immediately brightened up and dug in happily.
He’s worried about me.
Ye Shuang was full after one bowl of rice and some beef noodles. It seemed his appetite had shrunk since his growing years.
Chen Qin’s appetite was even smaller—she barely finished half her bowl.
"I’m full," she announced.
"That little?"
"I ate something on the plane." She pulled out a pack of wet wipes and handed one to Ye Shuang.
After taking it, he asked, "Where to next?"
"What do couples usually do after a meal?" Chen Qin countered. "Hmm, how about getting a room to rest?"
"Is this 'getting a room' as innocent as it sounds?"
"It doesn’t have to be."
"..." Ye Shuang sighed. "Are you always thinking about... that?"
Chen Qin straightened up with mock seriousness. "What nonsense!"
She slammed the table. "What I’m thinking is way dirtier than what you’re imagining!"
Her deadpan expression and tone left Ye Shuang momentarily speechless. He twitched his lips. "You’re unbelievable..."
"Give in to me."
"Stop messing around. You’re acting like a total creep."
"Only creepy for you."
"That’s still being a creep, you know?!"
After some playful bickering, they paid and left the noodle shop. Since the street catered more to afternoon and evening crowds, some stalls and stores were still closed or preparing.
But Chen Qin spotted a "Big Mouth No. 9" milk tea shop. Side by side, they sipped their drinks—still the same childhood flavors.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Now?"
"Yeah." Chen Qin swiped through her phone and paused at the newly released film Ex-Girlfriend 3. The title made her hesitate, so she quickly scrolled to the next page, landing on Pleasant Goat vs. Basketball Chicken.
"This one."
Ye Shuang raised an eyebrow at the poster. "You still follow this? These characters were from elementary school."
Chen Qin fidgeted slightly but, after glancing at the other options, insisted, "Yeah, I love it."
Unaware of her odd reaction, Ye Shuang agreed. After all, today was about accompanying her.
They headed to the nearest mall, taking the elevator from the underground parking lot straight to the cinema on the fourth floor.
Ding. Fourth floor.
As the elevator doors opened, a massive movie poster greeted them—Ex-Girlfriend 3: The Missed White Moonlight.
Chen Qin’s lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.
Ye Shuang remained calm, barely glancing at it before collecting their tickets.
While waiting, Chen Qin kept stealing glances at him, her furtive looks making Ye Shuang chuckle. "What?"
"Nothing. Just admiring how handsome you are."
"..."
Soon, it was time to enter. After a quick ticket check, they stepped into the screening room.
"Not many people," Ye Shuang remarked, scanning the nearly empty seats.
"Maybe we’re the first ones in." Chen Qin fiddled with something, then pressed a button on the armrest.
Click. The divider lifted and folded back, merging their seats into a cozy couple’s spot.
With no barrier left, Chen Qin naturally scooted closer.
Ignoring her antics, Ye Shuang said, "The movie’s starting."
"Oh."
True enough, no one else showed up. As the film progressed—Pleasant Goat and Grey Wolf battling it out in a basketball showdown—the plot heated up.
Then, a commotion erupted from the entrance.
"Meng Yao! Stop this."
"Me stop? Why can’t you just apologize?"
Hearing the name, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin turned in unison, their expressions shifting.
A woman in sunglasses and a flowing white dress stormed in, followed by a man. After some tugging, she spotted the occupied seats and plopped down right beside Ye Shuang.
The man, visibly annoyed at being embarrassed in public, strode over.
"Your call."
"You—" He hissed, "You think I’ll indulge you like he did? Last chance—are you leaving or not?"
Then he glanced at Ye Shuang. Under the flickering screen light, his face morphed into shock.
"It’s you?!"
The woman turned, meeting a pair of painfully familiar eyes.
"Ye... Ye Shuang?"
Ye Shuang gave her a fleeting look before returning to the movie, as if she were air.
"Small world," Chen Qin muttered, then shot the woman a glare.

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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.”

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.