Yun Huang had initially been watching quietly, but after being nudged by Liu Yuan, she grew somewhat intrigued.
She took the cheongsam and held it up against the mirror.
The reflection showed a woman with a graceful figure and gentle demeanor, perfectly complementing the understated elegance of the cheongsam.
"It really is lovely," Yun Huang murmured in agreement.
"Try it on, try it on!" Liu Yuan urged, practically pushing her into the fitting room without waiting for a response.
Su Qi had been reclining on the sofa with his eyes closed, but at the commotion, he lifted his eyelids for a glance.
He had little interest in women's shopping sprees...
The wait wasn’t long.
The fitting room curtain was drawn aside gently.
Liu Yuan gasped in admiration.
Yun Huang stepped out.
The moon-white cheongsam accentuated her slender, curvaceous frame, the tailored fit highlighting her best features.
The fabric shimmered like flowing water, making her skin appear even fairer, her aura ethereal and detached—like a celestial maiden under the moonlight, untouched by the mortal world.
All she needed was a sword to complete the image of an aloof female sword immortal.
Yun Huang fidgeted slightly, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from the dress.
She usually preferred loose, comfortable casual wear, so this form-fitting attire was her first time trying something so revealing in public.
"Well?" she asked Liu Yuan, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Stunning! Sister Yun Huang! It’s like it was made just for you!" Liu Yuan circled her, showering praise.
The shop assistant chimed in with perfect timing, smiling warmly, "This cheongsam suits the young lady’s temperament flawlessly. It’s our latest arrival—you have excellent taste."
Su Qi finally roused himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the shop assistant’s scripted flattery.
Everything was always the "newest," every choice "excellent," every fit "perfect."
A faint blush colored Yun Huang’s cheeks as she glanced at Su Qi on the sofa.
Su Qi spoke: "It suits you."
Hearing his words, Yun Huang seemed to relax.
"Then... I’ll take this one," she decided.
Liu Yuan was even more thrilled than her. "Yes! Sister Yun Huang, you look absolutely gorgeous in this!"
Next, Liu Yuan enthusiastically picked out her own outfits, dragging Su Qi into giving his opinion each time.
But his answers remained consistently lukewarm: "Not bad" or "Just okay."
Su Qi leaned back on the sofa again, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest with dull thuds.
He didn’t close his eyes this time, just stared blankly at the ceiling as if lost in thought.
After a while, Liu Yuan bounded over, brimming with excitement. "Su Qi! Guess what I picked?"
Su Qi shifted his gaze back to her, his tone indifferent. "No idea."
"Ugh, can’t you at least pretend to be curious?" Liu Yuan pouted playfully before darting into the fitting room.
A few minutes later, she emerged with a rustle of fabric.
She wore a pale yellow sundress—simple in design but adorned with delicate sequins that caught the light. The asymmetrical hem swayed lightly with her movements.
Liu Yuan twirled in front of Su Qi, the skirt flaring around her like a burst of sunshine. "Well? Well? How do I look, brother?"
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, like a kitten waiting for praise.
Su Qi straightened slightly, giving her a proper once-over.
"Not bad," he said flatly, his attention already drifting back to his data.
[Punishment Mission: Collect 9,999 points of Joy within 24 hours as this round’s "protection fee." (999/9,999)]
Liu Yuan’s smile faltered, her enthusiasm deflating instantly.
"Just... not bad?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disappointment.
"That’s all?"
She had thought the dress was beautiful—surely it deserved more than such a bland reaction.
What kind of response had she wanted?
She wasn’t sure.
But Su Qi’s indifference made her feel oddly defeated.
"Whatever," Liu Yuan forced a smile, though the earlier excitement was gone. "Brother just doesn’t understand women’s fashion."
She turned to Yun Huang instead, her tone turning sweetly pleading. "Sister Yun Huang, what do you think? Does it look good?"
Just as she turned, the hem of her dress brushed against Su Qi.
A large hand settled on her head.
Before Yun Huang could answer, Su Qi spoke first.
Fine.
If this was supposed to be a "fun" outing, why ruin the mood?
"Because," he said, "A-Yuan is already so pretty."
"That’s why the clothes can only ever be just ‘okay.’"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
