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, 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)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
