Chapter 150
The crowd at Wanda Cinema was bustling, but it didn't lessen the young woman's shyness at all.
In the corner of the theater, that dim and ambiguous scene looped crazily in her mind like a lagging slideshow.
Ye Zhenzhen felt like a shrimp thrown into boiling water, red from head to toe.
And that large hand holding hers showed no intention of letting go.
Fingers intertwined, palms pressed together.
Warm breath, the touch on the corner of her lips...
It's over, she felt like her brain was going to break, Gu Ran kept running around inside it...
"Dr. Ye?"
Gu Ran's teasing voice suddenly came from beside her, carrying a hint of laziness.
"Although the telephone pole ahead is very bright, you don't have to rush to kowtow to it, right?"
"Ah?"
Ye Zhenzhen slammed on the brakes and looked up. The cold metal pole was less than five centimeters from the tip of her nose.
She let out a gasp and subconsciously stepped back, but she lost her footing and fell backward uncontrollably.
But the expected pain didn't hit her.
A solid, warm embrace caught her steadily.
Gu Ran took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her slender waist, lowering his head until his nose almost brushed against her hair.
"Be careful, sister."
He bit down hard on the last two words, the ending note rising with an indescribable charm.
Ye Zhenzhen seemed to have developed a threshold for Gu Ran in the short term.
As soon as she fell into his arms, the young woman sprang away like she had been electrocuted, her heart beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of her throat.
"You... bad guy!"
Usually, when she asked him to call her sister, he wouldn't, but now he was saying it one after another!
Did he think she was easy to tease?!
Well... that actually felt right!
The young woman glared at him fiercely.
But those normally cold almond eyes were now rippling with watery light.
This glare not only lacked any lethality in Gu Ran's eyes, but it also looked like she was making eyes at him.
Gu Ran's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He suppressed the urge to bully her again, took her hand, and walked straight to the dessert shop on the first floor.
"Two signature dishes. Mango sago with extra mango and less ice, and a strawberry sundae."
They sat down, and the food was served.
Ye Zhenzhen kept her head down, her hands resting properly on her knees, her eyes wandering, not daring to look at the person across from her.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Did she just kiss him earlier?
It... seemed so, and they kissed for a long time...
Ahhh, it's so embarrassing...
Moreover, this bad guy even opened his mouth...
"Open your mouth."
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
Again?!
"No, no, no, there are too many people here..."
The young woman's small head shook like a rattle.
But the next second, a hand holding a small silver spoon reached her lips.
"Ye Zhenzhen, I have a feeling that you're thinking about something inappropriate."
Across from her, Gu Ran narrowed his eyes.
The young woman, who had indeed been thinking dirty thoughts, blushed and stubbornly raised her chin, "I... I am not, don't talk nonsense."
Then, staring at the mango flesh coated in coconut milk on the spoon, she took a bite with an "ah woo".
The cold and sweet taste exploded on the tip of her tongue, and the aroma of mango instantly filled her mouth.
But then, the young woman's chewing motion suddenly froze.
Ye Zhenzhen slightly lowered her head, glanced around, and couldn't help but sigh.
So many people...
The previous intimacy was all done in secret, this was the first time in public.
But the young woman, who had undergone special training from Teacher Pei, did not run away. Instead, she braced herself, scooped a spoonful of the strawberry sundae, and slowly brought it to Gu Ran's lips.
"How... how does it taste?"
Gu Ran rested his chin on one hand, looking at her with a smile, his gaze so doting it could spin sugar, "Fed by my sister's own hands, how could it not taste wonderful?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "......."
How did this guy get so thick-skinned?
She really admired someone who didn't know the meaning of shame.
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips, didn't reply, but continued to scoop another spoonful over, attempting to use food to shut the boy's mouth.
...
On the taxi ride back.
Ye Zhenzhen pressed her head against the car window, wishing she could shrink into the door crack, absolutely not daring to look at the person beside her.
But in the middle of the backseat.
Gu Ran's large hand firmly wrapped around her small hand, his thumb with thin calluses stroking the back of her hand casually.
Itchy.
The itch spread from the back of her hand straight to her heart.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't pull her hand back.
Or rather, she had given up struggling.
In this silent passage of time, an emotion called "tacit consent" was quietly growing.
The car drove into Binjiang Garden and stopped downstairs at their apartment building.
"We're here."
Gu Ran paid the fare, got out of the car first, and then gentlemanly opened the door on the other side, shielding Ye Zhenzhen as she got out.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, the extremely shy young woman lowered her head and quickly rushed toward the building entrance.
Gu Ran followed slowly behind, looking at the figure walking with the same arm and leg forward, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Why is she walking like a capybara...
After rushing to the door of their home, the young woman pushed the door open and changed her shoes in one smooth motion, so fast she left an afterimage.
She didn't even align the shoes she took off; one was facing forward, the other backward.
"I... I'm sleepy! Good night!"
Dropping these words, the young woman swept into her bedroom like a gust of wind.
"Click."
The sound of the lock turning was crisp and pleasant.
Gu Ran stood in the entryway, looking at the tightly closed door, and shook his head helplessly.
"She ran pretty fast."
He bent down to align the shoes Ye Zhenzhen had kicked into a mess, then changed his own shoes, turned, and walked toward his room.
He was in no rush to knock on the young woman's door.
A hunter must have patience.
If pushed too hard, even a little rabbit will bite.
Besides, tonight's "spoils of war" were already fruitful enough; he needed to give her some time to digest it all.
Separated by a wall.
Hearing Gu Ran return to his bedroom, Ye Zhenzhen leaned against the door panel, her body sliding weakly down to the floor.
"Huu... huu..."
She gasped for air, her hands covering her burning cheeks, her mind a complete mess.
The scene in the cinema just now subconsciously surfaced in her mind.
"Ahhhhh! Ye Zhenzhen, you're hopeless!"
The young woman let out a suppressed wail and scrambled onto her bed on all fours.
She grabbed the innocent panda doll and buried her face deeply into its soft belly.
Then she started a thirty-second Thomas Flair-style roll on the bed.
The quilt was kicked to the floor, the pillow flew to the foot of the bed, and her hair became a bird's nest.
After venting, she lay spread-eagled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
On the corner of her lips, there still seemed to be a lingering trace of that warm touch.
And that faint, refreshing scent belonging to the boy.
And... the sweet taste of cola.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Zhenzhen rolled over to the edge of the bed and reached for the bottom drawer of the nightstand.
She took out a key and unlocked it.
The pink notebook was held solemnly in her hands, as if she were holding some peerless treasure.
She turned to the newest page.
[Watch a movie together]
Ye Zhenzhen picked up a pen and heavily drew a checkmark.
The pen tip moved down.
It stopped at an item named [Kissing].
The young woman's fingers trembled slightly.
The scene in the cinema automatically surfaced in her mind again.
Does it count?
Tongues were involved, how could that not count?!
That little scoundrel!
Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip, her cheeks blushing as red as a ripe peach.
She took a deep breath, picked up her pen, and checked off the box.
After a moment of thought, she added a tiny note next to it.
[Cola-flavored.]
As soon as she finished writing those words, acting as if she were afraid of being caught doing something naughty, she quickly slammed the notebook shut, locked it, and shoved it deep into her drawer.
Once she was done, she buried her face in her pillow and let out a long, sweet, breathy sigh.
"Silly little brother..."
...
The next morning.
Sunlight spilled into the room through the gap in the curtains.
Gu Ran woke up early and decided to pick up his morning jogging routine again.
A morning run a day keeps you healthy and gray!
When he returned home from his run, the living room was dead silent.
The young woman's bedroom door was still tightly shut; she obviously hadn't gotten out of bed yet.
Gu Ran didn't disturb her. Instead, he walked softly to the dining table and set down the breakfast he had brought back.
Then, he dug out a sticky note and a pen, scribbled a quick message, and stuck it onto the cup of soy milk.
[Eat the breakfast while it's hot. I'm going out to run some errands and will be back so we can have lunch together.]
After writing it, he glanced at the closed door, a gentle smile touching the corners of his lips.
He then went back to his own bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and picked out a casual white button-down shirt.
Leaving the top button undone, he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
He paired it with dark gray slim-fit trousers and a pair of clean white sneakers.
He ran a little hair wax through his hair, styling it back to expose his smooth, handsome forehead.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Gu Ran inspected his reflection.
"This should do it."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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)
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
