Lu Yun wasn’t sure whether Su Yang was joking or being serious.
If Su Yang really wanted to squeeze in with her, she wouldn’t refuse—because unbeknownst to her, her affection for him had already silently reached 100, a number that meant she was willing to do anything for him.
“This… isn’t very appropriate…”
Su Yang chuckled. “I’m just teasing you. Come sit. I’ll sleep on the couch later. It’s just that going upstairs would mean you’d have to remake the bed, and that’s too much trouble. I don’t want to inconvenience you. The couch is fine.”
“No way! If my parents found out I let you sleep on the couch, they’d scold me to death,” Lu Yun protested anxiously.
Su Yang shrugged indifferently. “It’s fine. Just tell them I insisted on sleeping on the couch and refused to go upstairs. They won’t be back anyway, so they’ll never know.”
“But the couch isn’t comfortable to sleep on.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s sit and chat for a while. It’ll be time to sleep soon anyway.”
“O-okay…” Lu Yun sat down beside Su Yang.
The two drank tea and talked, and before long, Su Yang’s arm slipped behind Lu Yun’s back.
Seizing the moment, he draped it over her shoulder.
Lu Yun lowered her head shyly, sitting as primly as a well-behaved schoolgirl.
The night stretched on, just the two of them alone, and this time, Su Yang couldn’t hold back any longer. The complicated thoughts could wait.
Gently but firmly, he pulled Lu Yun into his arms, feeling the slight tremble of her body and the rapid beat of her heart.
They sat like that in silence, neither speaking.
After a few tense minutes, Su Yang turned to look at Lu Yun’s flushed face.
“You’ve got something on your lips.”
“Huh? What is it?”
Su Yang grinned. “Let me check for you.”
Before Lu Yun could react, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
Lu Yun froze, her eyes snapping shut as her hands clutched helplessly at the hem of Su Yang’s shirt.
Several minutes later, Su Yang pulled back and glanced around. “You don’t have any cameras in the house, do you?”
Lu Yun shook her head softly. “No.”
Then, gripping his neck, she lifted her face to meet his again.
Another few minutes passed before Su Yang stood abruptly, scooping Lu Yun up in a princess carry and striding quickly toward her room.
Once inside, he nudged the door shut with his heel.
Lu Yun whispered bashfully, “Lock the door~”
Su Yang laughed. “Isn’t the front gate already locked?”
“No~ I won’t feel safe unless the door’s locked. Just in case.”
“Fine.” Su Yang set her down on the bed and hurried back to turn the lock.
......
The night breeze drifted into the dimly lit room, moonlight spilling over the white edges of the bed.
The curtains swayed gently in the wind.
The night passed swiftly.
At eight the next morning, Su Yang opened his eyes to find Lu Yun already gone.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and faint clattering sounds drifted up from downstairs.
Stretching lazily, Su Yang thought:
—System, check in.
[Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000.]
—Hey System, can’t you just auto-check-in every day? I forget sometimes.
[Auto-check-in unlocked after binding two targets with 100 affection.]
—Two? Alright then.
Su Yang sat up, only to spot a faint stain on the sheets, barely hidden by the crumpled covers.
He swallowed hard, pulled the blanket over it, then dressed and stepped out of the room.
Just then, Lu Yun came upstairs carrying two bowls of noodles.
Their eyes met, and Lu Yun’s face burned as memories of last night’s passion flooded her mind.
She set the bowls down and stammered, “Eat… eat up.”
Su Yang smiled, stepping forward to tilt her lowered face up.
He leaned in slowly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Blushing furiously, Lu Yun sat down.
“I’ll wash up first. Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“Oh… yes, I’ll get it for you.”
A few minutes later, Su Yang returned, and the two ate in comfortable silence on the couch.
After a while, Su Yang asked, “When are your parents coming back?”
Lu Yun set her chopsticks down. “I asked them this morning. Probably not until afternoon.”
“Afternoon? Then we might need to head back to Haicheng soon. Maybe let them know?”
“I already did. They told me… to bring you back for dinner often.” Her voice trailed off toward the end.
But Su Yang heard every word.
He grinned. “No problem. I’ll come by a lot—your mom’s cooking suits my taste too well to stay away.”
Lu Yun smiled, then took the empty bowls downstairs before hurrying back up to strip the bed and wash the sheets.
Su Yang smirked to himself, leaning back on the couch to light a cigarette.
“Ahh…”
[Ding. Detecting host’s high mood. Reward: 500,000.]
Soon, Lu Yun finished washing everything, changed into fresh clothes, and reappeared.
Su Yang looked up to see her wearing a gray baseball cap, a fitted white cropped T-shirt, and skinny jeans.
Simple, but stunning—after all, Lu Yun’s figure scored a 90, with curves in all the right places and flawless proportions. The tight jeans only made it harder to look away.
“Let’s go.”
“Aren’t you hot in that hat?”
Lu Yun giggled. “Not at all. I just didn’t wash my hair. Figured I’d be lazy and do it back in Haicheng.”
Su Yang stood. “Alright, let’s go. Double-check your stuff so we don’t have to turn back.”
Lu Yun rifled through her bag. “Got everything. Let’s go.”
“Sure.”
After locking up, they stepped out. Su Yang turned the car around and called through the window, “Get in!”
Just as Lu Yun moved to enter, three middle-aged women approached.
“Oh, Xiao Lu, leaving already?” Their eyes kept darting to the luxury car.
Lu Yun smiled. “Mm, heading back to Haicheng.”
“Ah, good, good. Is this handsome guy your boyfriend?”
With Su Yang right there, Lu Yun hesitated.
Noticing her fluster, Su Yang leaned out. “Ladies, we’re in a bit of a hurry. Let’s catch up next time.”
“Of course, of course! You youngsters are always busy. Go on, then.”
Lu Yun quickly slid into the passenger seat.
With a press of the accelerator, the Maybach soon vanished down the road.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
