“Wh...what?! Huh? Do I...do I really look good?”
Upon hearing Ye Feng’s comment, Shen Mengli, who had been speaking calmly just moments ago, suddenly grew flustered. She tried to pull her hand free from his grip to cover her face.
Ahhh... Xiao Feng praised me... I’m so embarrassed...
“Of course!”
Ye Feng nodded emphatically.
“I have to say, Mengli, with this hairpin, you look like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens—ethereal and utterly enchanting.”
“Mmm... Xiao Feng, don’t flatter me like that. I’m not as beautiful as you say.”
Shen Mengli had intended to hide her face to keep Ye Feng from noticing her blush, but no matter how she moved, his grip on her wrist remained firm, as if he’d forgotten he was holding her. In the end, she could only turn her head away, avoiding his gaze.
“Hm?”
When Ye Feng finally snapped out of his daze, mesmerized by Shen Mengli’s beauty, he realized his hand had been holding hers all along. Seeing her flushed cheeks, he quickly let go, retracting his hand in apology.
“Sorry, Mengli. I was so captivated that I didn’t even notice. My bad.”
“It’s... it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
Shen Mengli murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum. Hearing Ye Feng say he’d been “captivated” sent her heart racing uncontrollably.
“Thank you, Xiao Feng. I really love the gift you gave me.”
“Ah... I’m glad you like it. Well, Mengli, I’ll head to the kitchen now. Ahem...”
Ye Feng, sensing the awkward tension in the air, swiftly changed the subject and made his way toward the kitchen.
“Okay...”
Only after Ye Feng had completely disappeared did Shen Mengli finally exhale slowly, patting her chest to calm herself down.
Yet, his words—You look really good—lingered in her mind, impossible to shake off.
He said I look good... Xiao Feng said I look good...
“Hehe.”
Unable to suppress a giggle at the memory, she quickly covered her mouth and glanced around to make sure Ye Feng hadn’t caught her silly smile. Then, she wheeled her chair toward the kitchen.
Sizzle—
With the simple stir-fry of tomatoes and eggs finished, Ye Feng plated the dish. As he turned to set it on the table, he suddenly noticed Shen Mengli staring intently at him.
“Mengli? Are you hungry? Dinner’s almost ready.”
“I-I’m not that hungry! I just wanted to see you, Xiao Feng.”
“Oh? Really?”
Just then, a loud growl erupted from someone’s stomach. Shen Mengli stiffened, blinking rapidly as she scrambled to explain.
“I’m really not that hungry!”
Grrroowl~
“Mmm...”
“Xiao Feng, you have to believe me! It wasn’t me! It was... it was this!”
Her face burning red, she lifted the teddy bear in her arms and squeezed its belly.
“Yes! That’s right! It was the bear!”
“Mengli, that excuse is a little too far-fetched, don’t you think?”
“Wuu...”
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Ye Feng quickly played along.
“Y-yes! It was definitely the bear! As expected of Mengli, figuring out the culprit so fast!”
“Mean Xiao Feng...”
Sticking her tongue out at him, Shen Mengli hurriedly wheeled herself away, fleeing the scene of her embarrassment.
......
“Mengli, is the food not to your liking? Why are you staring at me like that?”
Sitting at the dining table, Ye Feng grew slightly puzzled as Shen Mengli continued gazing at him.
“No... I... I want to eat with you, Xiao Feng.”
“Oh, is that all? Don’t worry about formalities here. Just relax and do as you like.”
“That’s not what I meant...”
Slowly wheeling herself closer to Ye Feng, Shen Mengli picked up her bowl and murmured under her breath.
“I... I mean I want to eat right next to you...”
“Uh...”
Feeling her arm nearly brushing against his, Ye Feng coughed awkwardly.
“Mengli, are you sure you want to be this close? My arm...”
“N-no? I get it...”
Her spirits dampened, Shen Mengli set her bowl down and began wheeling herself away. Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn’t bear to refuse her any longer and quickly relented.
“Wait! Mengli, come back! I was just saying—it’s fine if you’re closer!”
He reached out to stop her, though a keen observer might have noticed Shen Mengli’s hands weren’t even on the wheelchair’s wheels.
“R-really? You won’t scold me for it?”
She blinked up at him with wide, pitiful eyes, looking every bit like an innocent maiden wronged by a villain.
“Of course not! You can eat wherever you want—who am I to stop you? Wait, wha—Mengli, what are you doing?!”
Mid-sentence, Ye Feng watched in alarm as Shen Mengli braced her hands, seemingly preparing to get out of her wheelchair. With no other seating nearby, he instinctively reached out to steady her.
“Hup!”
With a determined grunt, Shen Mengli shifted under Ye Feng’s protective hold—and promptly settled into her new spot, leaving him utterly stunned.
“Since you said I could sit anywhere, it’d be rude not to take you up on it! So... I’ll sit here!”
“M-Mengli! Don’t mess around!”
Ye Feng tensed as Shen Mengli lounged comfortably on his lap, her soft, delicate frame pressing against him.
“G-get back in your chair! How am I supposed to eat like this?”
Too flustered to even touch her, he could only protest verbally. But Shen Mengli, having claimed her spot, had no intention of budging.
Frowning, she glared at him as if deeply offended.
“Xiao Feng, what’s your problem?! You said I could sit wherever I want, and now you’re taking it back? What kind of person do you think I am—someone you can just summon and dismiss as you please?!”
Ye Feng opened his mouth to retort, but under her withering glare, he promptly shut it again.
Great. Now I’m the bad guy.
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?"
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?"
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.”
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!"
