Meng Wenzhou picked up the tea from the table and took a sip.
"What about you? Your 'hormone therapy' must’ve been decent too, right?"
"Me? Nothing special. Aside from the masseuse being good-looking, it was just standard procedure."
"Oh really?" Meng Wenzhou gave Su Yang a skeptical look, smiling suggestively.
Su Yang blinked playfully. "Just a full-body massage~"
"Full-body... massage?"
"Yep, full-body..."
"Heh, well damn, you didn’t do too bad either~"
"Alright, alright, let’s drop it. They should be coming out soon."
The two lounged on the sofa, chatting idly. Before long, Pan Ning, Lu Yun, Tang Ziyun, and Meng Qianyu emerged from the hallway behind the lobby.
Spotting them, Su Yang waved. "Over here~"
The four sat down on the sofa, their faces flushed but expressions oddly strained.
"What’s wrong? Bad service?" Su Yang asked.
"Ugh, don’t even ask. It was kinda embarrassing!" Lu Yun muttered, her cheeks burning.
"Oh? Do tell!" Meng Wenzhou perked up with interest.
"Yeah, wasn’t it just a massage? How’d it get awkward?" Su Yang pressed.
Tang Ziyun and Meng Qianyu were also blushing, while Pan Ning seemed the least affected.
"Come on, spill~"
"It’s nothing worth talking about," Pan Ning cut in impatiently.
Meng Wenzhou smirked, rolling his eyes. "Weren’t your masseuses all women?"
Tang Ziyun hesitated before replying, "They were, but..."
"But what?"
"Ugh, it’s just... they only massaged our waists and... our hips."
Su Yang recalled that they’d chosen the "Charm & Grace" package—Zhao Xiaolan had mentioned it focused solely on those areas.
"That’s literally what the package includes. What’s the big deal?"
Tang Ziyun took a sip of the tea a server had brought over and sighed. "They kept... ugh, never mind! It’s too embarrassing!"
Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou exchanged glances. Realizing they wouldn’t get more details, they chuckled and dropped the subject.
Su Yang thought to himself, I’ll ask them privately later.
About ten minutes later, Liu Bo and the others strolled over leisurely.
"Hey! You guys done already?" Liu Bo and Ji Bo led the group, grinning.
"Finished ages ago. Yours was the priciest, so it took longer."
"Heh, but it was worth it!"
"How so?" Meng Wenzhou asked with a playful wink.
"First off, every single masseuse was stunning—not quite on par with our girls, of course, but top-tier for the profession. And their hands? So soft and skilled. Felt amazing!" Liu Bo’s eyes sparkled, clearly still savoring the memory.
Su Yang laughed. "Alright, spare us the details. Let’s get going."
"Wait, we haven’t paid yet," Pan Ning said, standing up—only to see Lu Yun walking back from the front desk.
"Huh? When did you...?"
Lu Yun smiled sweetly. "While you were chatting."
"You already paid?"
"Yep~"
Pan Ning sighed. "I told you this was my treat. You’re impossible."
Lu Yun stuck out her tongue and stepped closer. "Who pays doesn’t matter. I know you guys don’t care, but I wanted to contribute where I could. It wouldn’t feel right just accepting your kindness without giving back."
Pan Ning smiled softly. "Fine~ No more arguing."
"Let’s head out," Su Yang called, rising to his feet.
He’d noticed Lu Yun sneaking off to pay earlier but didn’t stop her—he knew her well enough to understand she’d feel uneasy if she couldn’t reciprocate.
Amid cheerful farewells from the staff, the group of eleven exited Ning Shen Pavilion.
It was still early, and everyone felt refreshed after their massages.
Zhang Ziming turned to the group with a grin. "While we were at the hot springs earlier, we talked about playing Werewolf after the massage. What do you all think?"
Meng Qianyu immediately lit up. "I’m in!"
"Me too!" Ye Wan added, raising her hand.
Seeing everyone’s enthusiasm, Zhang Ziming beamed. "Great! We’ll grab some beers to go with it."
"Sounds fun~ But should we play at your place or ours?" Tang Ziyun asked.
"Either works. How about yours? That way, you can just crash afterward, and we’ll leave."
"Perfect~"
The group chatted cheerfully as they walked back to the villa area.
Soon, they arrived at the "girls’ dorm."
The decor was nearly identical to the guys’ place, with only minor layout differences.
Everyone settled onto the living room sofas while Zhang Ziming called the front desk from the hotel phone on the side table.
About fifteen minutes later, a knock came at the door. Ji Bo jogged over to answer it.
A staff member stood outside with a cart holding two cases of craft beer and assorted snacks.
"That was fast! Mind bringing it in?"
"Of course~" The attendant wheeled the cart inside, swiftly unloading the beers and snacks onto the coffee table.
After a few polite exchanges, he left with the cart.
"Alright, drinks are here, and it’s about time. Let’s get started!" Zhang Ziming said, cracking open a beer case.
Su Yang glanced around. "There’s eleven of us. Who’s moderating?"
Meng Qianyu raised her hand. "I’ll do the first round. Anyone who doesn’t know how to play?"
Several people nodded hesitantly.
"Wait, that many?" Meng Qianyu blinked.
"Not that we don’t know, just that we’re rusty. Haven’t played much," Liu Bo clarified.
"That’s fine! As long as you know the rules, you’ll pick it up. I meant, is there anyone who’s never played?"
When no one spoke up, Meng Qianyu smiled. "Good. Worst-case scenario, someone’s clueless."
"Shouldn’t be an issue. This game’s been popular for years—everyone’s probably tried it," Su Yang said.
"Great! I’ll moderate first. You ten can start the first round.
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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?"
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?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
