"Hey! Mengli, are you sure you're cold? Why does it feel like you're so warm you're sweating?"
The moment Shen Mengli hugged him, a wave of heat surged toward Ye Feng.
Shen Mengli's embrace paused briefly before she stammered, "N-no... I'm not warm at all..."
"But this sweat..."
"It's cold sweat!"
She cut Ye Feng off, then unceremoniously burrowed deeper into his arms.
"Now it's much cozier."
Though Shen Mengli was glistening with sweat, Ye Feng didn’t catch even a hint of unpleasant odor—instead, there was a faint, delicate fragrance.
Was this the special constitution of a beautiful girl? Or... was it because of that pill?
As Ye Feng pondered, Shen Mengli adjusted herself into a comfortable position and settled down.
"Xiao Feng... you wouldn’t dislike me if I smelled, would you?"
"Huh? Of course not! You smell... I mean, no, there’s no issue at all."
Ye Feng nearly blurted out that she smelled lovely but caught himself, realizing it might sound inappropriate. He quickly corrected his words.
"Mmm... as long as it’s fine."
Shen Mengli had clearly heard the word "lovely." Reassured that he didn’t mind, she shifted slightly against him.
"Alright, Mengli, if you keep this up, you’ll push me right off the bed..."
"Mmm... so warm..."
"......"
"Xiao Feng, what time will you be back tomorrow?"
Just as the atmosphere grew quiet, Shen Mengli abruptly changed the subject.
"Probably around the same time as today. Why, is something up?"
"Just... there’s a small favor I’d like to ask."
Her murmur brushed against Ye Feng’s ear, her warm breath tickling his neck—close enough to send a stiffening shiver down his spine.
"Sure, just tell me what you need."
"I... I want to be able to reach you when you’re not home. It’d make me feel better."
"I see..."
Ye Feng nodded. The memory of Shen Mengli’s fall earlier had shaken him badly. Maybe it was time to get her a phone so she could contact him.
Wait—speaking of phones... didn’t he have two? He could just give her one of them!
"Mengli, I’ve got an idea."
"Eh? That was fast!"
"Yeah."
He explained the situation.
"One of my students gave me a phone for tutoring sessions. I usually only carry it when I’m teaching, otherwise it just sits at home. You could use that one to call me."
"But what about your own phone?"
"Mine’s pretty old, and I’m used to it, so..."
"I want yours."
Shen Mengli’s sudden request caught him off guard. He’d assumed she’d prefer the newer one, but here she was insisting on his old device. Flustered, he tried to dissuade her.
"But mine might be inconvenient for you..."
"It’s fine."
She nuzzled against his chest, her voice soft.
"I just need it to contact you. That’s all."
"W-well... alright."
Seeing her determination, Ye Feng relented, gently patting her head.
"It’s getting late. Time to sleep."
"Mmm. Goodnight, Xiao Feng."
"Goodnight, Meng—"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli suddenly leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before retreating again.
"Th-that’s a goodnight kiss. I read about it in a fairy tale when I was little."
"Y-you really don’t have to do that."
Ye Feng’s lips pressed into a thin line, equal parts flustered and bewildered. Lately, Shen Mengli had been getting... awfully close.
"Goodnight."
She neither agreed nor refused, simply uttering the word before falling silent—though her arms tightened around him.
"...Yeah."
After a long stretch of stillness, Ye Feng finally exhaled, staring at the ceiling. With her curled against him, his heart refused to calm, leaving him frozen in place as if spellbound.
Slowly, exhaustion pulled him under, and his arms unconsciously wrapped tighter around Shen Mengli.
Everything was peaceful... serene...
"Mmm..."
A sliver of sunlight slipped through the curtains, rousing Ye Feng. His eyelids fluttered open—only to meet Shen Mengli’s gaze, already awake and watching him. The sight jolted him fully alert.
"M-Mengli? You’re up too?"
"Mmm, just woke up. Guess we’re in sync, huh?"
She giggled behind her hand, though in truth, she’d been awake since before dawn, quietly admiring his sleeping face until now.
Xiao Feng... I’ll always be watching over you. Always...
"Haha, well... time for breakfast. Mind letting go?"
"Sure."
Obediently, Shen Mengli released him. She knew not to push her luck—too much mischief would only make him wary. A little compliance now would pave the way for deeper affection later.
"Good morning, Xiao Feng."
"Morning, Mengli."
Ye Feng slid out of bed, surprised by the pang of reluctance he felt when she released him so easily. The strange emotion only tangled his feelings further.
"Something wrong, Xiao Feng?"
Her concerned voice snapped him out of his daze. He stood abruptly.
"Nothing! Just... wanted to check if you’re still feeling any side effects. Any discomfort left?"
"Oh, that..."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Clearly, she planned to milk this "side effect" for all it was worth.
"Not at the moment~"
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.”
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.
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
