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."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
