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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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)
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!
