Su Yang smiled, "Don't worry, this is a proper massage."
"Alright then, my arms are a bit sore anyway. Start with my hands," Zhuang Mengli said as she rolled over and lay down.
Su Yang got up, grabbed Zhuang Mengli's fair and delicate arm, and started massaging.
"How's the pressure?"
Zhuang Mengli closed her eyes and said, "Just right."
"How's my technique?"
"Hmm, not bad. Have you worked as a professional masseur?"
"I've never been a masseur, don't frame me."
Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli instantly understood. Her small face flushed red, and she opened her eyes to glare at Su Yang. "Why are you always making dirty jokes out of nowhere?"
"What dirty jokes? You're the one with your mind in the gutter."
"Hmph, I can't be bothered to argue with you. Switch hands."
"Alright." Su Yang smiled, moved to Zhuang Mengli's other side, grabbed her hand, and continued massaging.
A few minutes later, Zhuang Mengli opened her eyes in satisfaction. "That felt really good. I couldn't tell you knew how to do this."
"I know how to do a lot of things," Su Yang said as he started kneading her shoulders.
Zhuang Mengli closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying it.
After massaging her shoulders for another few minutes, Su Yang shifted down a bit and started massaging her legs.
At first, Zhuang Mengli didn't react, keeping her eyes closed and continuing to enjoy the massage.
But after a few presses, she suddenly realized something, bounced up instantly, and pointed at Su Yang. "You, you, you!! What are you doing?"
"Damn, could you not suddenly freak out? You could scare someone to death. Aren't I giving you a massage?"
"Why are you massaging my legs?"
"Nonsense, when you get a massage outside, don't they massage your legs? Only your hands?"
"I... that's outside, and I always look for female masseuses. Just massaging my hands and shoulders is enough, who told you to massage my legs?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes at Zhuang Mengli. "So do you want the massage or not? Anyway, I've already touched... no, I've already been massaging for a while."
"You... fine, fine, fine, I won't argue with you. Since you've already started, just continue."
"Tch, was that so hard? I'm giving you a massage and you're still complaining. Lie down!"
Zhuang Mengli scratched her arm and lay back down. Su Yang grabbed her thigh and started massaging.
As soon as his hands touched Zhuang Mengli's thigh, she trembled all over, her face turning red all the way to the base of her neck.
However, Su Yang was indeed giving her a proper massage, so she couldn't really say anything and just gritted her teeth and endured it.
But Su Yang's massage skills were genuinely quite good. As he massaged, she transitioned from feeling tense to enjoying it. Her body gradually relaxed.
Su Yang massaged while openly taking advantage of her, thinking to himself, 'Feels great.'
He thought for a moment and asked, "How does it feel?"
"Not bad."
"More comfortable than getting a massage outside, right?"
Zhuang Mengli nodded. As Su Yang occasionally increased the pressure, Zhuang Mengli couldn't help but let out some strange noises.
"Could you not make those sounds? It's messing with my mind."
"Then go lighter!"
"I'm already going very light. You're a martial artist, you're not afraid of pain, are you?"
"I don't want to talk to you."
Smack, smack!
Su Yang patted Zhuang Mengli's calf and called out, "Alright, roll over and lie on your stomach."
Zhuang Mengli rolled over without a second thought. For a brief moment, she really thought she was at a massage parlor.
After she lay flat, Su Yang continued massaging her, starting from her ankles and working his way up.
After massaging for a while, Su Yang casually patted her butt and started massaging her back, but Zhuang Mengli seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't react at all.
"Asleep?" Su Yang called out tentatively.
No response. Su Yang nudged Zhuang Mengli, "Hey, how did you fall asleep?"
"Hmm?" Zhuang Mengli suddenly woke up. "What's wrong?"
"I was wondering why you didn't react when I spanked your butt."
"What? Oh, the massage was so comfortable it put me to sleep. Alright, alright, no more massage. Let's sleep, I'm so sleepy."
"Okay, let's sleep then," Su Yang agreed, lying down next to Zhuang Mengli and pulling the blanket over them.
Just as they were covered, Zhuang Mengli twisted her neck, rolled over, and hugged his chest, her left leg naturally resting over his body.
"Damn, you..."
"Stop talking, I'm so tired, sleep... let's sleep."
"How am I supposed to sleep with you like this?"
Zhuang Mengli raised her hand to cover Su Yang's mouth without replying. A few seconds later, she drifted into dreamland.
Hearing her even breathing, Su Yang, who originally wanted to counterattack, couldn't bring himself to make a move. He gently pushed Zhuang Mengli away, lay properly, then reached out to turn off the light and went to sleep.
'Damn it, she fell asleep so fast.'
'I was thinking of making some moves. Forget it, we'll see later.' Su Yang didn't overthink it, forcibly clearing the messy images from his mind before gradually falling asleep.
However, not long after he fell asleep, Zhuang Mengli beside him opened her eyes.
She actually hadn't fallen asleep at all; she had been pretending to sleep ever since the massage.
She just wanted to see if Su Yang would take the opportunity to make a move on her after she fell asleep. If he did, she would kick him off the bed. But to her surprise, Su Yang actually pushed her away and went to sleep himself.
Zhuang Mengli tilted her head to look at Su Yang. Because the curtains weren't closed, the faint moonlight from outside spilled onto his face, making it barely visible.
Looking at this handsome face, Zhuang Mengli unconsciously swallowed. It was the first time in her life she had shared a bed with a man, and they were so close.
Zhuang Mengli gently shifted her body closer to Su Yang. She looked down closely and thought to herself: 'He is indeed quite handsome, his martial arts are good, and he has such superb medical skills. His conditions in all aspects are great. Hmm... it's just that he's too much of a playboy, with too many beauties around him.'
'Even though Grandpa said this arranged childhood marriage doesn't have to count, why am I feeling a bit moved?'
'There are many beauties, and maybe he even has a girlfriend, but it doesn't matter. With my looks, as long as I want to, I can definitely make him fall in love with me, hehe.'
[Ding, detected that Zhuang Mengli's affection for the host has increased to 70. Rewarding 5,000,000.]
The sudden voice in his mind instantly jolted Su Yang awake. He snapped his eyes open.
Zhuang Mengli was staring right at him. Seeing him suddenly open his eyes, she was so startled that she immediately jerked back a bit.
"You, you, you, why did you suddenly wake up?"
Su Yang shook his head and looked at Zhuang Mengli sitting on the bed, asking blankly, "What are you doing?"
"I... nothing, I just got up to use the bathroom."
"Use the bathroom?"
"Yeah, is that not allowed?"
Su Yang scratched his head. "I say, are you going to sleep or not? If you don't sleep, I'm coming for you."
"Coming for what?"
"What do you think?"
"I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping."
Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly rolled over and lay down.
Su Yang took a deep breath. "Don't mess with me anymore. If you wake me up again, I won't hold back. You can't beat me in bed."
Zhuang Mengli bit her lip, turned her head to steal a glance at Su Yang, and didn't say another word. She was terrified that if she said one more thing, Su Yang would actually make a move.
She hurriedly closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The rest of the night passed in silence.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Su Yang was woken up by his phone ringing.
He opened his eyes, groggily grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and answered, "Hello, who is it?"
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Su Yang?"
A smiling middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line.
Still half asleep, Su Yang replied with his eyes closed, "That's me. Who is this?"
"I'm Feng Kun, the one President Zhuang asked to deliver the card to you last night."
"Feng Kun..." Su Yang muttered. Suddenly remembering something, his eyes snapped open. "Oh, you're Lao Feng, right?"
"That's right. I'm the general manager of the Huaxiu Hotel in Modu."
Crap! I completely forgot about the card delivery.
"Oh, right, well, I'm not at the hotel right now. Where are you?"
"I'm at the hotel right now. I just asked the front desk staff, and they said you didn't come back last night. So about this card... how would you like me to get it to you?"
"Oh, got it. You're at the hotel, right?"
"Yes."
"Alright, wait for me for a bit. I'm heading over now. I'll be there in about half an hour, an hour at most."
"Okay, okay. Just call this number when you get here."
"Will do."
The call ended, and Su Yang was now fully awake. He was about to get up but suddenly felt a heavy weight on his body.
He looked down, only then noticing that Zhuang Mengli had her arms wrapped around him, her head resting on his chest as she slept soundly.
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shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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?"