Liu Yuan stared blankly at the garter straps that had somehow automatically fastened themselves to her skirt, utterly bewildered...
She suddenly found herself in a disconnected state.
For about five or six seconds, she remained frozen.
The joyful sparkle in her eyes gradually dimmed.
Again...
Ugh...
Another dream...
As everyone knows, all attributes of a card are explicitly listed in its description.
Even supernatural systems can't conjure something out of nothing—they must at least adhere to the most basic laws of energy conversion.
Liu Yuan couldn’t recall which skill on this card would include such a function.
And humans struggle to accept things beyond their understanding.
So, the most logical explanation Liu Yuan could think of was...
She was dreaming.
And it was an exceptionally rare 'lucid dream.'
In layman's terms: her body was asleep, but her mind wasn’t, even capable of freely steering the course of her dream.
For most people, such an experience might happen only a handful of times in their entire lives.
Before this, Liu Yuan had already fantasized several times in her dreams about dressing up in a cute skirt to meet her 'brother.'
But none of those previous dreams felt as real as this one.
Yet a lucid dream was still just a dream...
Following this logic, shouldn’t she and Su Qi still be lying on the hammock in reality?
Liu Yuan raised both hands and began vigorously rubbing her cheeks. "Mmmph... I’m gonna squish my face round!"
Even after turning her cheeks red, there was no sign of 'waking up.'
Ordinary dreams usually end the moment you realize you're dreaming.
But with lucid dreams, even if you know you're dreaming, waking up isn’t guaranteed.
Damn it, Liu Yuan, are you really this unwilling to wake up?
But this didn’t stump her.
With her hair still damp and unblown, Liu Yuan pushed open her door and stepped out.
Su Qi was still lounging on the couch, fiddling with his phone.
The only difference was his posture—now lazily reclined, no longer crossing his legs.
"Brother."
Hearing her voice, Su Qi turned his head and saw Liu Yuan standing at her bedroom door, her hair dripping, cheeks slightly flushed, and her expression oddly conflicted.
Su Qi showed a hint of concern. "You ran out without drying your hair? Be careful not to catch a cold..."
Though, given a Cardholder’s physique, a little damp hair wouldn’t lead to a cold.
But the point wasn’t whether she’d get sick.
The point was the sentiment behind it.
Generally, men lean toward rationality, while women tend to be more emotionally driven.
Note: this applies to normal people. Certain exceptions (like those XXN types) are better off not wasting oxygen.
So, sometimes, men don’t need to overanalyze things.
For example: a bouquet worth a few hundred bucks? Give it to a guy friend, and he’ll think you’ve lost your mind—why waste money on something useless and flashy that’ll wilt in days? Spend it on barbecue instead, and you’ll feast like kings.
But give it to a girl who already likes you, and she’ll swoon: "Wow, he gave me flowers! He’s so romantic~"
Of course, the sentiment should be just enough—cross the line, and you’re a simp.
Liu Yuan quickly walked over and plopped down beside Su Qi. "I’ll dry it later."
Only then did Su Qi notice the maid-style dress she was wearing.
His gaze was instantly drawn, lingering a little too long...
The white chiffon blouse collar perfectly framed her slender neck.
The skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing long, straight calves.
The subtle sheen of her garter straps, like stars twinkling in the night sky, made Su Qi’s eyes linger for a few extra seconds.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
Liu Yuan, noticing his stare, blushed and asked shyly.
Su Qi snapped out of it and cleared his throat awkwardly. "N-Nothing... just thought your outfit looks nice."
A glimmer of delight flashed in Liu Yuan’s eyes.
Her damp hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, adding a touch of homely charm.
Cheeks pink, eyes shyly averted.
Su Qi couldn’t help but steal another glance.
Earlier, Su Qi had been reclining lazily on the couch.
And that gave Liu Yuan an opening.
She climbed onto the sofa, knees pressing into the cushions, hands planted on either side of Su Qi. "Brother, so you like watching this, huh~"
Su Qi: ???
Something’s off.
This little brat...
Something’s seriously off.
Possessed again?
But this time, the ghost seems... different.
Could it be... that kind of ghost?
Or... has she mustered the courage to confess now?
"Then A-Yuan will wear this for you every day, okay?"
No...
No way...
Su Qi felt himself crumbling under the pressure, utterly at her mercy.
But how could he possibly refuse?
This was a trap!
An absolute trap!
Rejecting her would leave him full of regret.
Not rejecting her meant surrendering control.
A double-edged sword!
Damn it, Su Qi!
In the end, Su Qi clung to his last shred of dignity. "Sure... not like my girlfriend would mind."
Gotta stay stubborn.
By the way, Su Qi personally vouched that smooth silk would feel amazing—sleeker than Dove chocolate.
Not to mention the refreshing comfort during spring and summer.
Like a cool breeze under the shade of a tree, utterly relaxing.
Hearing those familiar words...
As if she’d just heard them last night...
Wait—
Last night?
Liu Yuan froze mid-motion.
A light breeze seemed to sweep through her mind, clearing the fog.
She shivered.
Her heart sank.
Whether it was Su Qi’s logical behavior or the water droplets from her hair falling onto him...
None of this felt like something a dream could replicate.
So, maybe...
Maybe...
This wasn’t a dream?
And now, Liu Yuan was stuck in an awkward position.
Overheating.
Critical overheating.
If Jiangxia’s average temperature rose this year, Liu Yuan’s embarrassment was definitely to blame.
Baring her little fangs, she grabbed Su Qi’s wandering arm.
But afraid of making him bleed again, she settled for a gentle nibble.
"Brother, you perv!"
"Creep!"
"As if I’d let you!"
"Never showing you again!"
With that, she bolted back to her room without a backward glance.
BANG—
The door slammed shut.
A second later, CLICK—
The lock engaged.
Three seconds after that, another CLICK.
Then silence.
Su Qi was left both amused and exasperated by her sudden retreat. He examined his arm—her bite hadn’t been hard.
But the mix of embarrassment and pouty anger as she fled sent a ripple through his heart.
When Su Qi finally snapped out of it, he noticed the flickering points and raised an eyebrow.
[Delight +999]
Turns out, it wasn’t that today’s points were unattainable—just that his little sister hadn’t been stimulated enough. Once her emotions peaked, the [Delight] points flowed naturally.
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
