Liu Yuan's flustered voice mingled with the splashing of water.
Su Qi was absolutely doing this on purpose!
Using this to tease her!
Then, hearing Liu Yuan's shout, Su Qi actually turned back.
His voice came through the door, laced with deliberate innocence: "What's wrong? Just call me when you're done."
As if what he'd tossed in earlier was genuinely something she needed.
Liu Yuan bit her lip, glaring at the roll of medical bandages in her hand before finally deflating with a sigh.
Whatever. Why bother arguing with Su Qi, that big idiot?
You can't wake someone who's pretending to sleep.
But then again, she wasn’t about to let him off so easily either.
Liu Yuan haphazardly wiped away the water droplets.
After a moment, she called out softly toward the door, "Brother… I'm done."
The door opened.
Su Qi stepped inside, his gaze lingering on his sister for just a second.
Her small hands were crossed defensively—one horizontal, one vertical—like a shield.
Only then did his eyes drop to the unopened roll of medical bandages in her hand. His pupils contracted sharply.
So, she’d rather…
Than…
Ah. Still a long way to go, it seemed.
Then, with slight awkwardness, Su Qi moved closer, bending down to assume the same carrying posture as before.
Liu Yuan instinctively shrank back.
"I can… probably walk on my own now," she protested in a small voice.
"Oh?"
Su Qi arched a brow but didn’t pause, sliding his arms beneath her underarms and knees before lifting her securely.
The familiar weightlessness struck her, and Liu Yuan let out a startled gasp.
Su Qi carried her out of the bathroom and gently deposited her on the living room sofa.
"Sit still," he instructed.
Liu Yuan didn’t understand why but obeyed, straightening her posture.
Su Qi picked up the discarded roll of medical bandages beside her, unwrapping it.
"Give me your hand."
"Huh?" Liu Yuan blinked.
"Didn’t you get hurt sparring yesterday?" Su Qi held up the bandage. "It’s normal to wrap injuries, right?"
Liu Yuan’s face burned crimson, equal parts embarrassment and indignation. "I’m not injured!"
"Really?" Su Qi drawled. "But from where I’m standing, a little fox seems to have gotten herself hurt and needs proper bandaging."
Liu Yuan froze, momentarily lost.
A little fox?
Was Su Qi getting into it too?
Ignoring her confusion, Su Qi took her wrist without hesitation.
The girl’s wrist was slender and pale, her skin smooth.
He began winding the bandage around it, slow and methodical.
His touch was featherlight, fingertips occasionally brushing her skin, sending faint tremors through her.
"Stop… stop messing around…"
Liu Yuan tried to pull her hand back, but her voice came out weak, lacking any real force.
Watching Su Qi meticulously "treat" her, any further protests lodged in her throat, impossible to voice.
What… what was he doing?
Role-playing again?
Now?
The bandage coiled around her wrist.
The steam from the bathroom hadn’t fully dissipated, leaving the air thick with damp warmth.
The atmosphere grew subtly charged.
"Brother…" Liu Yuan couldn’t help whispering.
"Hmm?" Su Qi glanced up, fingers still working. "Why’s the little fox acting so familiar?"
"……" Liu Yuan’s eyes widened, shame crashing over her like a tide. She shook her head vigorously.
This was… this was too embarrassing!
Su Qi paused, giving her bandaged wrist a light squeeze as if inspecting the "injury." "See? All patched up. Shouldn’t you thank the kind soul who took you in?"
Mischief glittered in his eyes.
Liu Yuan stared at him, realizing just how infuriating Su Qi could be sometimes.
He knew exactly how flustered she got, yet he kept teasing her like this.
But… the way he looked at her so intently, the gentleness of his touch…
Maybe… it wasn’t so bad?
After all, being an injured little fox sounded kind of…
Her thoughts tangled, cheeks growing hotter.
Su Qi didn’t rush her, patiently waiting while his thumb traced the edge of the bandage around her wrist.
Finally, after a long pause, Liu Yuan seemed to steel herself. In a voice barely louder than a mosquito’s hum, she mumbled four rushed, indistinct words:
"Thank you… Master…"
The moment the words left her lips, she ducked her head, too mortified to meet his eyes.
"Good girl."
"Little fox, seems your injuries aren’t just in one place."
Su Qi’s voice came again.
Liu Yuan jerked her head up, meeting his gaze.
"Where else hurts?"
She opened her mouth but couldn’t find an answer.
She wasn’t actually hurt!
This was all made up!
Yet under Su Qi’s deadpan expression, she inexplicably felt compelled to play along, to find some imaginary "wound" to humor him.
Hesitating, her gaze drifted downward, landing on her ankle.
Tentatively, she murmured, "My… my foot kind of…"
"Really?"
Su Qi caught on instantly, setting the bandage aside as his eyes trailed down her calf to her slender ankle.
It was smooth and unblemished, no sign of injury whatsoever.
Still, he reached out and cupped it lightly.
"Ah!"
Liu Yuan gasped, a shiver running through her.
"Stay still," Su Qi said firmly. "Let me check."
He leaned in, examining her ankle with exaggerated care, fingers pressing lightly.
"Does this hurt?"
"…No."
"How about here?"
"N-not… either." Liu Yuan’s voice grew smaller, her face burning.
He was too close.
After a moment, Su Qi straightened. "Doesn’t seem serious, but it still needs proper care."
With that, he took the bandage again, carefully wrapping it around her ankle.
The cool material against her warm skin sent an odd tingle through her.
Liu Yuan curled her toes, body tense, not daring to move.
She could feel the roughness of Su Qi’s calloused hands, the occasional accidental graze.
"Done."
Su Qi tied off the bandage with a neat knot, admiring his handiwork.
The girl’s right wrist and ankle were now swathed in slightly messy white bandages.
The disarray was probably intentional—Su Qi wasn’t incompetent at wrapping injuries.
Liu Yuan stared at the bandages.
What even was this…
But it wasn’t over yet.
"Move your hands. Don’t keep covering the wound. Let me treat it properly."
Liu Yuan resisted. "If I weren’t ‘injured’ and weak, I wouldn’t let you wrap me up like this."
Incidentally, Su Qi glanced at the mission prompt.
[Fun Adventure: Within two and a half months, persuade your adorable sister to willingly wear the ‘Battle-Damaged Fox Cub’ and ‘Recuperating Fox Cub’ outfits. (Completed)]
After some maneuvering, Su Qi only wrapped the bandage three times—after all, the "injury" wasn’t severe.
But this time, his technique seemed slightly off, the binding a bit too tight.
"Now then, shouldn’t the injured little fox get some proper rest?"
Su Qi's voice sounded by her ear.
Liu Yuan instinctively nodded.
Then, she felt her body lifted into the air again.
"Where are we going?" Liu Yuan asked, flustered.
"Taking you back to your nest to rest."
Su Qi carried her toward his own room.
Liu Yuan: "..."
How could this jerk Su Qi say such roleplay lines so effortlessly!
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, 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?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
