"Beep... beep..."
Just as Shen Mengli heard the dial tone from her phone, the door behind her suddenly swung open, followed by a figure stumbling in.
"Haah... haah... haah..."
The abrupt noise startled Shen Mengli, leaving her momentarily frozen. But when she focused, she realized the person rushing in was none other than Ye Feng.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng?"
Ye Feng let out a long breath of relief at the sight of Shen Mengli unharmed. The moment he'd stepped out of the car, he had sprinted home without pause—thankfully, she was safe.
"Mengli, thank goodness... you're okay..."
"Xiao Feng, you..."
Shen Mengli took in Ye Feng's exhausted expression and instantly understood. Tentatively, she asked,
"Was it because of the call?"
Ye Feng didn’t speak, only giving a slight nod.
"I knew it... I-I’m so sorry, Xiao Feng! I accidentally fell asleep, and my phone was on silent..."
Shen Mengli’s voice trembled, on the verge of tears, but before she could finish, Ye Feng stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. The sudden gesture left her speechless, her guilt and explanations dissolving into silence.
"Xiao Feng... I’m sorry..."
Shen Mengli wrapped her arms around him in return, berating herself for not waking up sooner.
Feeling the rapid rise and fall of Ye Feng’s chest, her heart ached as if pierced by needles. Not only had she failed to share his burdens, but she’d also made him worry like this.
"Wah... X-Xiao Feng, I’m sorry..."
"Mengli?"
As Ye Feng calmed down, he realized his reaction might have been too intense. Just as he was about to let go, he noticed tears streaming down Shen Mengli’s face.
"M-Mengli, don’t cry! Did I scare you just now?"
He started to lean back, only to feel Shen Mengli’s hands firmly gripping his back. Then, with a sudden shift, she pressed her delicate frame against him.
"M-Mengli, let go—I’m going to fall—"
Thud.
A heavy sound echoed as they tumbled to the floor. Ye Feng grunted, instinctively shielding the back of Shen Mengli’s head with his hand while she lay nearly fully atop him.
"Mengli, are you hurt?"
Ye Feng looked up, meeting Shen Mengli’s captivating crimson eyes as she gazed down at him from his chest.
"Xiao Feng... I... I..."
A strange sensation flooded her as she registered their position. Placing her hands on Ye Feng’s chest, she slowly pushed herself up.
"What’s wrong, Mengli? Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hosp—"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli gently cupped his face with her delicate hands.
"M-Mengli?"
"It’s nothing, Xiao Feng. I’m just... so happy. Meeting someone as kind as you—I must be the luckiest person in the world."
"Alright, Mengli, the floor’s cold. Let me carry you back to the sofa..."
"Mm."
Flustered by her unexpected praise, Ye Feng sat up, carefully angling himself away from her head.
Yet Shen Mengli seemed to have the same thought, tilting her head in the opposite direction—only for their foreheads to accidentally bump together.
"M-Mengli!"
"X-Xiao Feng?"
Face-to-face, so close they could feel each other’s breath, the air between them grew thick.
"S-Sorry... I didn’t think you’d also..."
"Mm... I didn’t expect you to either..."
They shared an awkward glance before turning their heads in sync—only to collide again.
"......"
"Mengli, it wasn’t on purpose this time, I—"
Ye Feng leaned back, intending to lift her, but Shen Mengli suddenly seemed to steel herself. She pressed her hands over his, stopping him, then tilted her head forward—closing the distance between them.
"Meng— Mmph—"
"Mmm..."
Their lips met, soft and hesitant. Ye Feng’s eyes widened in shock as Shen Mengli, eyes shut, pressed herself closer. Only then did he snap back to reality, swiftly maneuvering around her arms to carry her to the sofa.
"Mm..."
Shen Mengli slowly opened her eyes, taking in Ye Feng’s flustered expression. Realizing what she’d done on instinct, she hurried to explain before misunderstandings could arise:
"X-Xiao Feng, is this... what you wanted? I-I didn’t understand your actions earlier, but... I just wanted to make you happy..."
"Uh—"
Her words made Ye Feng swallow his initial response. According to her, she’d misinterpreted his movements as a desire to kiss her—and so, to please him, she’d taken the initiative.
Though her reasoning felt a bit forced, the deep blush on her cheeks and her darting eyes seemed too genuine to be an act. Besides, someone as innocent as Mengli couldn’t possibly be scheming.
"I-I’m sorry, Xiao Feng... I shouldn’t have overthought things. After causing you so much worry and doing something so shameless... maybe I should just disappear..."
Her self-reproach only deepened Ye Feng’s guilt.
"Hey hey hey! Don’t say that, Mengli. What happened was just an accident. There’s no need to blame yourself."
"No! What I did to you was unforgivable!"
"Mengli, listen to me carefully, okay?"
Ye Feng sat beside her on the sofa, his voice gentle but firm.
"If you say it was unintentional, then I believe you. I know you’re always trying so hard to help me, but I don’t want you carrying such a heavy burden because of me. What I want is for you to think more about yourself—not just focus on others and neglect your own feelings."
"Xiao Feng... you’re doing it again..."
Shen Mengli buried her face, too embarrassed to look at him.
"You’ll spoil me rotten like this."
"And what’s wrong with spoiling someone as sweet and thoughtful as you? Even the headmistress dotes on you—doesn’t that prove you’re already doing more than enough?"
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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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?"
