"Drip, drip..."
As Ye Feng stepped out of the shower, he toweled off his damp hair and made his way toward the bedroom.
Now that Shen Mengli's health issues had been resolved, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Though the side effects of that pill remained unknown, for now, as long as nothing went wrong, it was a good sign.
"Hmm, life has been relatively peaceful lately. But for some reason, the progress bars in the catalog are all stuck at 99%. Is it like a game where certain conditions need to be unlocked first? The bars below are uneven—some high, some low. And what exactly is this 'exploration value'? After all this time, there's been no movement at all. It's like groping through the dark."
After pondering for a while, Ye Feng still couldn't find any clues. He glanced at the blanket-covered figure facing away from him and sighed in relief.
It seemed Mengli was already asleep. At least this time, he wouldn't have to deal with another awkward situation like last time.
The thought made Ye Feng feel drowsy. Tomorrow, he still had a full day of tutoring Li Mucheng—there was practically no time to rest.
He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Just as he was about to close his eyes, Shen Mengli's voice suddenly spoke up behind him.
"Xiao Feng..."
"Huh? Mengli, you're still awake? Did I disturb you?"
Ye Feng turned over and met a pair of crimson eyes staring back at him, realizing she had turned to face him.
"No, it's not that you disturbed me. I was waiting for you to come back."
In the darkness, neither could see the other's expression, leaving only tone to convey emotion.
"Mengli, I told you there's no need to wait for me. You should just sleep when it's time..."
"Xiao Feng."
Shen Mengli abruptly cut him off, then hesitated before continuing.
"I... I don't know why, but I still feel cold."
"What? Still cold? That shouldn't be..."
Ye Feng frowned and lifted the blanket, checking the room temperature before speaking again.
"Mengli, is it the side effects acting up again?"
"Mmm... probably..."
After answering, Shen Mengli's gaze drifted away briefly before snapping back.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng, can you help me?"
"How can I help? Do you want me to give you my blanket?"
"Huh?"
"Like this."
Without waiting for an explanation, Ye Feng quickly pulled his own blanket over and draped it over her, making sure no drafts could get in before nodding in satisfaction.
"Better? Warmer now?"
W-warmer? I'm practically sweating...
Of course, Shen Mengli couldn't say that out loud. Her real intention was simply to share the same blanket with him.
"But Xiao Feng, what about you? You'll catch a cold like this!"
Shen Mengli sounded genuinely worried.
"Maybe you should just..."
"It's fine, Mengli. I'm tough. Besides, I don't feel that cold. This is enough. More importantly, are you still cold? Do you need me to layer more clothes on you?"
"N-no, that's not necessary."
Shen Mengli fanned herself, her breath coming out in short, heated puffs as if she were about to suffocate.
"Alright then. Goodnight, Mengli. Call me if you need anything."
"Xiao Feng..."
"Yeah?"
"I... I'm still cold..."
Her voice was so weak it sounded like she was on the verge of collapse.
"What?! Still? Hang on, I'll grab some extra clothes..."
Just as Ye Feng moved to get up, a small hand tugged at his sleeve. Shen Mengli exhaled shakily and murmured,
"Xiao Feng... I think... what we did earlier would work better. Extra clothes won't help."
"Earlier?"
Ye Feng replayed the day's events in his mind before it finally clicked.
"You mean... hugging?"
"Mmm..."
Shen Mengli nodded, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Ye Feng rejected the idea outright.
"Normally, maybe, but Mengli, we're in bed! That’s just... too much. It wouldn’t be right."
"O-okay... I'm sorry, Xiao Feng. I shouldn’t have asked."
Her voice dropped, dejected, before she turned away with visible effort, her body trembling violently as if freezing.
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng hesitated, watching her shiver uncontrollably. The side effects seemed to be worsening, and here he was, refusing to help when she needed him most—after promising to protect her.
But Mengli was still a girl. Wouldn’t this kind of contact be...
"Ugh..."
A soft whimper snapped him out of his thoughts. Shen Mengli sounded like she was truly suffering. Ye Feng could no longer hold back.
"Mengli, I thought about it. Maybe if we keep some distance, it’d be okay."
Silence lingered before she finally replied,
"But I’d just be causing trouble for you."
"It’s no trouble. I promised to take care of you. If I let you suffer like this, I’d be breaking that promise. As long as we’re careful, it should be fine."
"Then... alright."
By now, Shen Mengli felt like a roasted duck—her face burning, her skin steaming. If Ye Feng hadn’t relented, she might have passed out from the heat.
"Then... forgive my rudeness."
"Mmm..."
Ye Feng nervously lifted his blanket, pausing only when his hand brushed against hers.
This... This is the only way. For Mengli’s sake.
Steeling himself, he pulled the covers aside—just as Shen Mengli suddenly turned and faced him.
"Mengli? You’re turning—"
"Thud."
With a relieved sigh, she threw her arms around him, clinging tightly despite the sweat dampening her skin. She wouldn’t let go.
At least not until morning.
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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
