Although Ye Feng's physical condition was recovering, he was still mentally exhausted. After checking the system panel, Ye Feng fell into a deep sleep. It was at this moment that the door to the hospital room quietly creaked open, and a pair of dark eyes peeked through the crack...
"Should we report this to the CEO?"
One of the bodyguards standing outside the special ward watched as their young lady, Li Mucheng, approached them with her usual icy and elegant demeanor. Just as they were about to greet her, Li Mucheng silenced them with a sharp glance. To their astonishment, they then saw her completely shed her refined image, instead sneaking into Ye Feng's room with a... rather mischievous expression, peeking inside.
The most shocking part was that, in their eyes, Li Mucheng flashed an almost sinister smile before slipping into the room.
The other bodyguard didn’t even glance at their young lady, acting as if he hadn’t seen anything.
"If you want to offend the young lady, go ahead and report it. Just don’t be surprised if you’re sent off to the northern regions to grow potatoes next."
"Then I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything."
"Smart move."
......
"Hmm..."
In his sleep, Ye Feng felt an intense heat, as if he were being roasted over a fire. The discomfort eventually woke him up, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying flat on the hospital bed with nothing unusual around him. The weather was mild, so there was no reason for such heat.
Strange? Why do I feel so hot? Whatever, I’ll just throw off the blanket and rest.
With that thought, Ye Feng reached out to pull the blanket off his chest. Suddenly, a mass of black hair appeared before his eyes, startling him so much that his hand trembled, and the blanket fell back into place.
Wait! What did I just see? That wasn’t my chest hair, was it? Let me look again.
Swallowing nervously, Ye Feng lifted the blanket once more. Upon closer inspection, the so-called black hair turned out to belong to someone lying on top of him. His legs had gone numb from the weight, so he hadn’t noticed earlier.
That scent... it’s definitely Li Mucheng...
Ye Feng fully threw off the blanket, and sure enough, there was Li Mucheng, dressed in her hospital gown, clinging to his chest like an octopus, fast asleep.
Isn’t she hot? And when did she even get here? How did I not notice?
Though Ye Feng had many questions, his immediate priority was waking up Li Mucheng, who was sprawled on his chest. He had no idea how long she’d been there. If it had been Xie Yuyan, he would’ve woken up from suffocation long ago...
Ye Feng shook off the disturbing thought and reached out to gently shake Li Mucheng’s shoulder, trying to wake her.
"Mucheng, wake up."
"Mmm..."
After a few shakes, Li Mucheng finally stirred. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she propped herself up on Ye Feng’s stomach and sat up.
"Ah~ Teacher, you’re awake. Good afternoon~"
*Thud*
Ye Feng tapped her head with his finger. "Good afternoon, my foot! Didn’t I tell you to sleep in your own room?"
"Hmph... Teacher, calm down. It’s not a big deal."
"Not a big deal? If the paparazzi or your father saw this, it could ruin your reputation! Get down now!"
"Relax, that won’t happen. And my father wouldn’t say anything about it."
Li Mucheng stared intently at Ye Feng’s handsome face. The more she looked at him, the more her heart raced, as if there were some mysterious force within him that stirred her most primal desires.
"Hehe."
Seeing Li Mucheng giggle like a fool, Ye Feng couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been drugged or something. Where was her usual icy demeanor? Not that he disliked this side of her, though.
"Stop laughing. My legs are numb from you lying on them."
After some coaxing, Li Mucheng finally sat back on the edge of the bed. It seemed she had been too hot from burying her head under the blanket, as the top two buttons of her hospital gown were undone. Through the open collar, Ye Feng caught a glimpse of her fair neck, smooth and flawless like a piece of pristine jade, glowing with a subtle radiance.
"Mucheng... can you tell me how you got in here?"
Ye Feng averted his gaze, trying to steer the conversation away from anything inappropriate.
"How did I get in?"
Li Mucheng had naturally noticed Ye Feng’s flustered reaction, but she knew better than to push too hard. If a hunter revealed their intentions too soon, the prey would escape. She had to lure him into the trap step by step, making sure he wouldn’t realize it until it was too late.
After all, that’s what you taught me, Teacher. See? I’m such a diligent and hardworking student, aren’t I?~
"I just walked in. Is there a problem, Teacher?"
Li Mucheng tilted her head, feigning innocence. Her expression was so convincing that Ye Feng even began to doubt himself.
Strange. Aside from Xie Yuyan, there aren’t many people who can get this close to me without me noticing. I could always sense Mucheng before, so why didn’t I feel anything this time, even when she climbed into bed? Maybe it’s because I’m still weak.
With that thought, Ye Feng shook his head. "Never mind. I must be overthinking it."
"Alright~"
Li Mucheng slipped on her boots and stood up, stretching lazily. She turned back to Ye Feng, clasping her hands behind her back and smiling.
"Well, Teacher, it’s getting late. Let’s go have dinner together."
"Dinner? That’s fine, but aren’t you going to change out of your hospital gown?"
"Huh? Change?"
Li Mucheng glanced down at her hospital attire, then at Ye Feng’s clothes, a sly smile creeping onto her lips.
"Nope. We’re patients, so we should wear patient clothes. It’s called blending in~"
This is our couple outfit, Teacher. I’m not changing out of it.
"That’s not really the right use of the phrase."
"Teacher, don’t sweat the small details. Come on! Let’s go eat!"
Li Mucheng grabbed Ye Feng’s hand and tried to pull him toward the door.
"Wait, Mucheng! I haven’t even put on my shoes yet!"
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
