Don’t ask.
If you must know, the effects of the "Young Fox Wife" skin were still lingering.
Liu Yuan didn’t want to be like this.
The sound of running water echoed as it washed over the plates in her hands.
Liu Yuan stood at the kitchen doorway, wearing an oversized white shirt that clearly didn’t fit her.
The wide collar slipped slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone, and the sleeves were so long she had to roll them up several times just to free her wrists.
The hem of the shirt barely reached mid-thigh, swaying gently with her every slight movement.
"Master…" Liu Yuan’s voice was soft, tinged with hesitation. "I-I’ve changed. There aren’t any girls' clothes here… so this is all I could wear for now."
She seemed to sense Su Qi’s gaze on her and instinctively tugged at the hem of the shirt, her cheeks warming again.
The "Living Under Someone Else’s Roof" passive might have dulled her sense of shame, but it didn’t erase it entirely.
Especially in a situation like this… wearing her brother’s clothes while playing some strange role.
Su Qi didn’t respond, simply turning back to continue battling the greasy dishes in the sink.
Liu Yuan stood there, fidgeting awkwardly.
"M-Master," she took a couple of timid steps forward, speaking cautiously, "Do you… need my help?"
Su Qi paused.
"You know how?" He didn’t even glance back.
What’s so hard about washing dishes—
Then, a thought struck Liu Yuan.
"I-I can learn!" she blurted out eagerly, afraid of being turned down. "Master, teach me how to wash dishes!"
She stole a glance at Su Qi.
He didn’t… seem angry?
This might work!
She wasn’t entirely sure she’d interpreted things correctly.
"Then give it a try."
Su Qi stepped aside, making room for her at the sink.
The sleeves of the shirt were still too long, so she rolled them up another two folds, exposing a slender stretch of pale forearm.
She picked up a bowl and turned on the faucet.
Whoosh—
The water rushed out too forcefully, splashing droplets everywhere.
Liu Yuan’s face flushed instantly, and she instinctively tried to shield herself.
But both her hands were occupied—one holding the bowl, the other gripping the dish soap.
She froze mid-motion.
Then, Su Qi pressed against her from behind.
So close that she could catch the faint, pleasant scent of him.
Not laundry detergent, not body wash—just something uniquely… him.
"Let me show you."
Su Qi’s voice brushed against her ear, his warm breath grazing the shell of it.
Liu Yuan shivered, her ears twitching, her cheeks burning hotter.
"Y-Yes!" she stammered in response.
This distance was too much.
Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably, thudding in her chest.
She tried to ignore his overwhelming presence and focus on the bowl in her hands.
But… it was impossible.
Then, a hand covered hers.
!!!
Liu Yuan trembled violently, nearly dropping the bowl again.
Su Qi’s palm was broad and warm, completely enveloping her smaller hand.
She could feel the firmness of his fingers, the heat of his touch.
"Hold the sponge, then move like this."
Su Qi guided her hand, carefully scrubbing the inside of the bowl.
His movements were gentle, patient.
Liu Yuan stiffly let him steer her, her mind blank.
His scent filled her nose, his steady breathing whispered in her ear, his chest warmed her back, his hands directed hers—
Every sense was overwhelmed by his sudden closeness.
"Brother…"
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with barely restrained emotion.
"Hm?" Su Qi responded, not pausing for a second.
He… didn’t think there was anything unusual about this position?
Liu Yuan’s pulse quickened even more.
She peeked up, trying to catch a glimpse of Su Qi’s expression in the window’s reflection.
But it wasn’t a mirror—just a blurry outline.
No clues there.
Was she overthinking it?
Was he just earnestly teaching her how to wash dishes?
She tried to convince herself, pushing down the flurry of wild thoughts.
One bowl felt like it took an eternity to clean.
Finally, under Su Qi’s "guidance," the first dish was done.
Liu Yuan placed it on the drying rack and exhaled softly.
"Next."
…
About ten minutes later.
"M-Master, all done!"
She turned around, tilting her head up to look at Su Qi, her tone carrying a faint hint of… pride?
Su Qi studied her.
The girl’s face was still flushed, tiny beads of sweat dotting her nose, a few strands of hair clinging damply to her cheeks.
The oversized white shirt had slipped slightly, exposing her right shoulder.
"Good," Su Qi said. "From now on, you’re in charge of washing the dishes."
Liu Yuan’s head snapped up.
Huh?
"And the floors—you’ll mop them."
"The laundry…" Su Qi paused. "You know how to use the washing machine, right?"
Liu Yuan nodded reflexively.
"Great. Laundry’s your job too."
Liu Yuan: "…"
This wasn’t how she’d imagined things going.
Where was the back rub? The pampering?
How did this turn into full-time housekeeping?
What kind of terrible "role-playing" was this?!
The game’s storyline was nothing like this!
She was starting to regret playing along…
But just as Liu Yuan was about to "flip the table and quit"—
A hand landed gently on her head, ruffling her hair.
"You worked hard today."
Huh?
Liu Yuan lifted her gaze to Su Qi.
"You said you’d do anything to stay here, right?"
Liu Yuan wasn’t sure where this was going. "Y… yeah?"
"Then be my girlfriend. Take care of my daily life from now on."
"And I’ll protect you."
Liu Yuan’s brain short-circuited again.
She stared at Su Qi, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.
Su Qi wasn’t done. "I think, as a little fox, you should have a proper human name."
"How about… ‘Iris’?"
"So, let me ask again."
"Little Iris, will you be my girlfriend?"
Before Su Qi could even finish, Liu Yuan blurted out, "I will!"
She’d never imagined that the scene she’d often fantasized about would unfold like this.
Then, just as she was about to say something else—
She felt Su Qi’s hands slide under her arms and lift her clean off the ground.
Huh?
Wha—?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
