Just as the movie ended and the credits began rolling, the couple in the front row did something that left Su Cheng utterly stunned for the entire year.
The boy pulled the girl into his arms and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to her lips.
Su Cheng, sitting beside them, gaped in shock.
A passionate kiss—no, the legendary "tongue kiss" he’d only heard about in rumors.
As Su Cheng awkwardly averted his gaze, he suddenly met Ji Qingyi’s deep, shadowed eyes. He quickly looked away, trying to withdraw his arm from her shoulder, only to realize it had gone completely numb.
He coughed awkwardly, attempting to lighten the mood. "President, my arm’s gone numb."
"Hmm." Ji Qingyi gave a faint nod, then raised her left hand and gently grasped his fingers, slowly shaking them before straightening his hand to stretch it.
Her movements were soothing, almost like a caring mother helping her child loosen stiff joints.
The other audience members had gradually left, even the couple in front had departed after their heated kiss, leaving only the two of them still seated.
"Why did you lose your nerve earlier?" Ji Qingyi asked nonchalantly as she massaged his numb fingers, her tone laced with teasing.
Su Cheng kept his head down, muttering softly, "I’m already satisfied. Just a fleeting glance from you is enough to fill me with happiness, let alone being able to hold you like this."
The moment he finished speaking, Ji Qingyi’s movements paused briefly. But soon, she placed his hand from her shoulder onto her lap. Her expression remained calm, but the faint amusement in her voice betrayed her delight.
"The movie’s over. Where to next?" she said coolly.
"Uh… oh… oh…"
Su Cheng choked on his words, but curiosity eventually overcame his embarrassment. He cautiously ventured, "President… if I tried doing what they did, would you reject me?"
Truthfully, he was burning with anticipation.
Even if it were just the lightest brush of lips, he could imagine the indescribable sweetness—enough to intoxicate him completely.
Hadn’t he noticed? The arm that had held her still carried the faint scent of orchids.
If they kissed, wouldn’t his lips be left fragrant too?
Hearing this, Ji Qingyi didn’t answer. Instead, she stood up, her posture straight and elegant like a queen, her figure graceful. Su Cheng instinctively froze, but just as he was staring dazedly, she suddenly leaned in close.
She raised a finger and lightly tapped his forehead. "Why don’t you try and see?"
"No."
In the end, Su Cheng didn’t dare push further. He was afraid—afraid that one bold move might leave him timid for life. So, he retreated.
She studied him for a moment. "Then let’s go."
Su Cheng exhaled in relief as Ji Qingyi strode toward the exit, her long, slender legs carrying her gracefully. He hurried after her.
Even if Su Cheng had mustered the courage to kiss her, Ji Qingyi would have stopped him. Why?
Because, as the "Dating Manual" said: A prey caught too easily lacks the tormenting thrill of the hunt.
………………
When the two stepped out of the cinema, the setting sun bathed the sky in golden flames, painting the world in breathtaking hues.
The street, famous for its night market, was already bustling with vendors setting up stalls selling all sorts of odd and fascinating goods.
The crowd was overwhelming.
Even Ji Qingyi couldn’t help clicking her tongue in amazement—she had never seen such a noisy, lively scene before.
"Let’s check out the street stalls?" Su Cheng stretched lazily as they exited the cinema, only to realize his clothes were still lightly scented with her signature orchid fragrance. The thought made him momentarily dazed before he snapped back to reality.
"The night market is at its best right now."
"Hmm."
Hand in hand, they wandered leisurely through the lively street. Ji Qingyi didn’t seem particularly interested in anything, but even with her mask on, she was like a powerful magnet, drawing the attention of everyone around her.
At each stall, she would pause—sometimes admiring the wares, sometimes listening with a faint smile as Su Cheng explained things. Su Cheng, meanwhile, stood quietly beside her, watching her every expression, his heart brimming with happiness.
Before they knew it, they arrived at a small roadside stall.
The vendor was a middle-aged woman, and the items on display were all cheap trinkets—nail clippers, lighters, toothpaste, brushes, notebooks, pens—each priced at just two yuan.
"Let me see that black hair tie, please," Ji Qingyi said politely, extending her slender, fair hand.
The vendor, a woman in her forties with rough, sun-darkened skin and sharp eyes, flashed a practiced smile.
"Young lady, buying a hair tie? Two yuan for three. They’re all new."
Ji Qingyi nodded but insisted on inspecting it first.
"Here you go."
The vendor handed her the hair tie, studying Ji Qingyi for a moment before suddenly saying, "This one suits you. You should consider it."
Ji Qingyi nodded again, testing the elasticity of the simple hair tie. But just as she was about to ask Su Cheng to pay, she noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor—as if he didn’t want her to buy it.
"Is there something wrong with this item?" she asked, holding up the hair tie.
"N-no," Su Cheng stammered.
"If there’s nothing wrong, then pay. I’ll take it." She arched a brow, her gaze piercing.
Su Cheng hastily handed the money to the vendor.
"Two yuan for three. Here are the other two," the vendor added.
"No need. One is enough."
Ji Qingyi declined, tucking the hair tie into her bag before turning away. Su Cheng followed silently behind.
Once they were alone, Ji Qingyi gathered her hair into the tie, then tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
She tilted her head toward Su Cheng, her delicate profile accentuated by her long, dark lashes and the signature teardrop mole at the corner of her eye—an alluring sight.
Su Cheng quickly looked away.
"Too afraid to even look now?" Ji Qingyi glanced at him sidelong, her voice a mix of laziness and intellect.
She had already figured out why Su Cheng hadn’t wanted her to buy the hair tie. Recalling the wood from earlier, she guessed he was likely planning to make her a hair ornament.
"It’s nothing."
Su Cheng shook his head.
He had originally intended to gift her a wooden hairpin, but now it seemed unnecessary—she already had the hair tie, and it suited her so well. She probably wouldn’t wear something like that anymore, right?
But the moment he lifted his head, he froze.
Because Ji Qingyi had just removed the hair tie, stepped closer, and—in the blink of an eye—grabbed his hand, slipping the hair tie onto his wrist.
"Alright." She gave a satisfied glance before taking his hand and leading him forward. "Let's keep walking."
"Huh? Oh, okay."
Su Cheng was puzzled, staring blankly at his wrist, completely unable to understand why she had deliberately put it on only to then take it off and slip it onto his.
Just as the two strolled leisurely along the street, intending to continue their aimless wandering, a familiar female voice suddenly called out from behind.
"Su Cheng?"
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?"
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
