Though it was still spring, as mentioned earlier, the sunlight today was just right.
The temperature had nothing to do with the word "cold."
But as the saying goes, "See through but don’t expose."
Su Qi, however, pretended not to notice.
He even took a few steps forward, moving closer to the bed.
Playing the role of a parent who "doesn’t understand human speech," he said, "The temperature is quite comfortable today. How could you be cold?"
Liu Yuan, seeing that Su Qi was utterly unyielding, simply burrowed entirely under the blankets.
A muffled voice came from beneath the covers, faintly tinged with a sob: "Brother! Get out first~"
"I need to change clothes."
"How can I change if you’re in the room?"
Su Qi continued his "relentless" approach: "The food’s really going to get cold."
"I’m not eating!" Liu Yuan’s voice grew even more flustered, and her body beneath the blankets seemed to curl up tighter. "I’m not eating! Not eating! I won’t eat at all today!"
Su Qi feigned ignorance: "That’s not right, Yuan. Stop hiding under there. Let me see—why was your face so red earlier? Do you have a fever?"
He reached out, making as if to pull the blanket down slightly.
Though separated by the covers, Liu Yuan could clearly sense Su Qi’s movement.
It was enough to make the girl beneath them bristle.
Liu Yuan’s small head emerged from the blankets again.
Proving that people can do anything when pushed to their limits, she blurted out: "No! I forgot to dry off after my shower, and the water evaporated and absorbed heat, so now I feel cold!"
Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, brimming with embarrassment and indignation: "Brother, hurry up and get out! You can’t just barge into a girl’s room!"
During her time hiding under the blankets, she had already undone the straps on her arms.
Now she could extend her hand to push Su Qi away.
The force was weak, soft—more like a coy, half-hearted resistance.
Su Qi seized the opportunity to catch his sister’s wrist as she swung it toward him.
It was burning.
An alarming heat.
Su Qi felt as though he were holding a small furnace.
Having her wrist grabbed only made Liu Yuan panic more: "Let go! Brother!"
Her voice trembled, carrying an odd, trailing note.
Su Qi didn’t release her. Instead, he tightened his grip slightly, pulling her closer.
He could clearly feel the rapid pulse at her wrist, along with the unnatural warmth of her skin.
"Are you really not feverish?" He leaned in closer. "But your body’s so hot."
"I—I’m not…" Liu Yuan stammered, her mind blank.
The shame of being on the verge of discovery surged over her in waves, threatening to drown her.
The thought of her brother catching her trying on the strange outfit he’d hidden away…
Just imagining it made her toes curl, an indescribable feeling rising in her chest.
"Whether I’m sick or not, it’s still wrong for you to come into my room!" Liu Yuan tried to regain some semblance of reason, but her voice grew weaker, softer, more honeyed.
Su Qi could even feel the blood vessels beneath her skin pulsing wildly where he held her wrist.
Liu Yuan’s breath hitched.
She felt her body growing increasingly strange.
A peculiar sensation rapidly spread through her limbs.
Where Su Qi’s hand touched her wrist, the contact burned like fire, the heat traveling up her arm and searing into her chest.
Her vision blurred. A buzzing filled her ears, drowning out everything but the frantic rhythm of her own heartbeat.
"I… I…" Liu Yuan’s lips parted, but no coherent sound emerged.
Her fingers reflexively tightened around Su Qi’s hand, gripping him with desperate strength—like a drowning person clinging to their last lifeline.
"Brother…"
Her voice was barely a whisper, broken by a fragile whimper.
Not resistance. More like… a plea.
[Pleasure +999]
[Pleasure +999]
[Pleasure +999]
…
A rapid series of [Pleasure] notifications flashed, updating nearly every second.
The cascade lasted a full fifteen seconds before finally stopping.
Su Qi froze.
This feedback from the [Pleasure] points… was it a bit excessive?
His original intention had just been to tease his sister, poke holes in her flimsy excuses, and enjoy the sight of her flustered, adorable reactions.
At most… at most, he’d wanted to see how she looked wearing that cosplay outfit.
But this situation had spiraled far beyond his expectations.
This wasn’t just ordinary shyness or embarrassment anymore.
Liu Yuan seemed to have lost all strength, collapsing limply onto the bed, only the rapid rise and fall of the blankets betraying her labored breathing.
Tears—purely physiological—welled at the corners of her eyes, slipping down her cheeks.
Her gaze was unfocused, her mind clearly still adrift.
Su Qi: "…"
He studied his sister, now in full system failure mode.
Well…
This might have been a mistake.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
