In the midst of Tan Qingqing's resentment, Xia Hong showed no courtesy, carefully opening and examining everything to confirm there were no issues before nodding to Li Ming. Then, she marked a check on Tan Qingqing's file.
Having passed this hurdle, both Li Ming and Tan Qingqing let out a sigh of relief.
Tan Qingqing finally pulled the nearby clothes back over herself, covering the exposed glimpses of her skin. There was a time when she could never have imagined that this flimsy prison uniform would bring her such a profound sense of security.
At this moment, her heart was overwhelmed with grievance, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. But this was a prison—no one would cater to her fragile emotions. After the inspection was completed, Li Ming instructed the guard at the door to escort Tan Qingqing back to the cell block, specifically arranging for her to be placed in a solitary cell.
Seeing that Li Ming didn’t go back on his word, Tan Qingqing felt slightly better. With one last lingering, resentful glance at Li Ming, she followed the guard away.
Having resolved matters here, Li Ming was mentally and physically exhausted, but he couldn’t rest yet.
Wang Keyan was still waiting for him. This girl wasn’t a prisoner and had to be handled with care—especially since he still owed Wang Xin a favor.
Thinking of this, Li Ming quickly sought out the deputy warden to ask where Wang Keyan had been placed.
Before long, Li Ming arrived outside the guest room where Wang Keyan was staying.
He knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
After a long pause, the door finally opened.
Wang Keyan, dressed in cartoon-themed pajamas, shyly pulled the door open.
Her hair was still damp, clearly fresh from a shower and not yet dried.
When she saw it was Li Ming, her face flushed, and she stepped aside to let him in.
"Brother Li, you’re done! When can I see my mom? I miss her so much!" The thought of her mother, Wang Xin, being in this very prison yet out of reach made Wang Keyan’s heart ache with sadness, tears falling uncontrollably.
"Hey, don’t cry! Get a good night’s sleep, and I’ll arrange for you to see her tomorrow. It’s lights-out for the prisoners now, so it’s not the right time. I promise you’ll see her tomorrow!" Seeing Wang Keyan cry so hard, Li Ming flustered—this wasn’t like dealing with Tan Qingqing. If this girl cried, she needed to be comforted!
But Li Ming had no idea how to comfort a child. Though Wang Keyan was only a few years younger than him, in his eyes, she was still just a kid. All he could do was gently stroke her hair, hoping it would help.
To his surprise, the moment his hand touched her head, Wang Keyan instantly stopped crying. Her face turned bright red, and her body stiffened!
What shocked Li Ming even more was that he could see her body temperature rising—the damp strands of her hair were practically steaming from the heat. The bizarre sight left Li Ming gaping in disbelief.
"K-Keyan… are you running a fever?? Your face is so red!" Li Ming asked in astonishment, instinctively pressing his palm to her forehead.
But before he could hold it there for even a second, an embarrassed and flustered Wang Keyan swatted his hand away.
"Ah! Brother Li! I-I’m not sick! You… you sit down first! I-I need to dry my hair!" With that, she dashed into the bathroom like a startled rabbit, leaving a bewildered Li Ming staring blankly at the closed door.
After what felt like an eternity—long enough for Li Ming, sitting idly, to nearly doze off—Wang Keyan finally emerged from the bathroom.
But the Wang Keyan who stepped out was now wearing an entirely different outfit!
Gone were the cartoon pajamas. Instead, she was dressed head-to-toe in a JK uniform—a creamy white blouse with a blue-and-white striped necktie, paired with a pleated plaid skirt in red and black, the hem stopping just above her knees, radiating youthful charm.
Her feet were bare, toes curling slightly against the floor as she walked step by step toward Li Ming.
She had noticed before how Li Ming’s gaze would unconsciously linger on her feet. This time, she deliberately went barefoot, putting herself on full display for him to admire.
And Li Ming didn’t disappoint. Watching Wang Keyan approach, he swallowed hard.
He really wanted to ask her if she had any idea how lethal this outfit was. And she wasn’t even wearing shoes!
Was this some kind of test for a man’s willpower?
Li Ming suddenly felt tense. Had he misjudged her? Wang Keyan wasn’t a child anymore—this outfit reminded him that she was already 20, a full-grown adult.
"Brother Li… do I look good in this?" Wang Keyan asked shyly.
"You look great! But why…?" Li Ming probed cautiously.
Was this girl still carrying a torch for him? Was this another attempt to launch an offensive?
"Brother Li! I’m seeing Mom tomorrow, and I want to wear this so she knows I’m doing well and won’t worry. So I wanted you to check if this outfit works." Wang Keyan pressed her lips together in a small smile. Seeing how flustered Li Ming was, she knew her choice had hit the mark—he definitely liked it.
"Oh! Hahaha! Yeah, it’s perfect! Wear this tomorrow. Your mom will be thrilled to see her beautiful daughter looking so lovely—she’ll be so proud." Li Ming exhaled inwardly, unsure whether he felt disappointment or relief.
"Hehe! That’s good! Thank you, Brother Li! I don’t even know how to repay you!" Wang Keyan was genuinely grateful. Li Ming had appeared in her life like a ray of light, bringing her to see her mother—like some fated hero arriving on a rainbow cloud.
"No need for repayment. As the warden, helping your mom is just a small favor. It’s nothing, really—just a side thing. Don’t overthink it." Li Ming waved it off. In his mind, Wang Keyan didn’t need to repay him—Wang Xin had already settled that debt in advance.
Wang Keyan shook her head. To her, Li Ming was simply a selfless, kind-hearted man who asked for nothing in return. But she would find a way to repay him.
Just as she was about to say more, she suddenly felt his gaze drift back to her feet. A small smile curved her lips—she already had an idea.
"The floor’s cold, Keyan. You should put on some shoes." Though the sight of her delicate, pink feet was undeniably appealing, Li Ming couldn’t help but voice his concern.
"Mmm… Brother Li, it is a little cold. Maybe… you could warm them up for me?" Wang Keyan’s face flushed again as she avoided his eyes, speaking in a near whisper.
"Eh???"
Li Ming wondered if he’d misheard. Warm them up? How was that supposed to work? This… this wasn’t appropriate!
"Keyan… you… uh…" Li Ming scratched his head, at a loss for words.
"Brother Li…" Wang Keyan steeled herself. If Li Ming liked it, why should she be shy? He was surrounded by beautiful women—even Deputy Warden Lin Xi had been looking at him differently earlier!
Strike first, or lose your chance! With newfound determination flashing in her eyes, Wang Keyan made her move…
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
