"Tomorrow, I should go and properly apologize to Li Mucheng. If I explain things well, I’m sure she’ll understand."
Ye Feng recalled how Li Mucheng’s personality had brightened under his guidance. Perhaps, with enough sincerity tomorrow, everything would resolve itself smoothly.
"It’s getting late. Time to sleep."
After steadying his emotions, Ye Feng stood up and turned off the bathroom light. As the sudden darkness enveloped him, he relied on his instincts and the faint visibility to make his way toward his bed.
Click.
After gently closing the door, Ye Feng noticed Shen Mengli’s blanket lay perfectly still, suggesting she was already asleep. Careful not to disturb her, he tiptoed to his bedside, sat down slowly, and then slipped under the covers.
"Huh?"
The moment he settled in, warmth from the sheets and blanket enveloped his entire body.
Strange... Why is the blanket so warm? Even after a hot shower, it shouldn’t heat up this fast...
Just as he shifted deeper into the bed, his body bumped into something—followed by a startled yelp from beneath the covers.
"Eek!"
"Wh—did the blanket just come to life?!"
Startled, Ye Feng quickly threw off the blanket and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The dim screen light revealed the true identity of this "blanket spirit."
There, curled up under the covers, was Shen Mengli, blinking up at him with watery eyes. Her nose and cheeks were flushed pink, and as Ye Feng lifted the blanket, she took small, quick breaths of fresh air.
"Mengli?! What are you doing in my bed? What’s going on?"
Ye Feng hadn’t expected Shen Mengli to be hiding under his blanket. Any exhaustion from the day vanished instantly, replaced by sheer bewilderment.
"I... I..."
Shen Mengli clutched her hands to her chest, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I was worried you’d catch a cold after your shower... so... I warmed the bed for you..."
"W-Warmed the bed?"
"Mhm... This is the only thing I can do for you, Xiao Feng."
"......"
Hearing her words, Ye Feng’s initial urge to scold her faded. He fell silent, watching as Shen Mengli lowered her head under the glow of his phone light. Quickly, he turned it off.
"Mengli, you..."
Ye Feng lowered the blanket and gently tucked it around her. Soon after, Shen Mengli peeked out from under the covers.
"I... I’m sorry, Xiao Feng. Did I scare you? I meant to tell you beforehand, but you took so long to come back... I must’ve dozed off..."
"Don’t apologize, Mengli. Don’t."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Feng looked at her with warmth swelling in his chest. He knew she was just trying to comfort him in her own small way.
"I see now."
"See what?"
"You really are like a little angel—so kind and gentle."
His voice softened, and for some reason, his eyes stung. Shen Mengli had no obligation to go this far for him. If anything, he was the one who owed her an apology. He’d grown so accustomed to her tenderness that he’d forgotten what it truly meant.
"Eh? A... a little angel?!"
Flustered by his words, Shen Mengli covered her face with her hands—but soon peeked through her fingers, not wanting to miss the sight of Ye Feng’s smile.
"Xiao Feng, I’m not as good as you say... I just... didn’t want you to feel so worn out."
Propping herself up, Shen Mengli gazed at Ye Feng with her captivating ruby eyes—eyes he could never tire of.
Without realizing it, she reached out, cupping his face in her hands before tilting her head with a sweet smile.
"I don’t care what happens to the world. As long as you stay by my side, that’s enough for me."
"Mengli..."
Their faces were now inches apart, and for a long moment, neither spoke, unwilling to break the serene atmosphere. Finally, Shen Mengli moved, pressing herself gently against Ye Feng’s chest. Listening to his racing heartbeat, her lips curled into a soft smile.
"Xiao Feng, can I ask for something selfish?"
"Selfish? Like what...?"
"I want... to take away your exhaustion."
"You mean... like a massage?"
"Well... not exactly..."
Her tone shifted as she lifted her head, meeting his gaze with newfound boldness. Their eyes locked, and Ye Feng suddenly sensed something amiss. Instinctively, he tried to pull back—but he was too late.
"Mengli, wait— Mmph—!"
Before he could react, Shen Mengli cradled his chin and pressed her lips to his.
......
The moment their lips touched, a jolt like electricity shot through Ye Feng’s body, leaving him frozen in place.
Shen Mengli, equally inexperienced in matters of love, relied purely on instinct, leaving them locked in an awkward standstill.
Ye Feng felt an inexplicable pull toward her, his mind blank and body paralyzed. Then, like a flash, the image of another beautiful figure crossed his thoughts. His vision cleared, and he abruptly broke away.
"Mengli..."
Seeing him retreat, a flustered Shen Mengli assumed he was just as overwhelmed as she was. She lowered her head and murmured, "Xiao Feng... that was my first kiss."
Silence lingered. When she finally looked up again, his expression was strange—almost regretful, as if he’d done something wrong.
"Xiao Feng?"
At her call, Ye Feng snapped out of his daze. The sight of her tender gaze filled him with indescribable turmoil.
"I... I’m sorry, Mengli. I..."
"......"
Reading the conflict in his eyes, Shen Mengli felt as though a dagger had pierced her heart. Still, she forced a smile.
"It’s okay, Xiao Feng. I just wanted to ease your burdens. Could you... come closer for a moment?"
But Ye Feng didn’t move. His heart only grew heavier.
What in the world is happening...?
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?"
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.”
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?"
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!"
