Forget it, I’ll just call Yu Xin when she’s free.
With that thought, Ye Feng put down the phone in his hand and gave Shen Mengli, who was clinging to him, a stern look.
“Mengli, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation.”
“Mmm… I couldn’t find you after my bath, so I came here.”
“Then why did you hug me while still wet? You could’ve just waited for me on the couch.”
“Because you didn’t look too happy, and I wanted to give you a warm hug.”
Shen Mengli’s voice grew quieter toward the end. Truthfully, she just wanted to be close to Ye Feng. Right now, she wished she could turn into a soft little creature and cling to him forever.
“Thank you, Mengli. I appreciate the thought, but…”
Ye Feng’s tone shifted as he flicked her forehead lightly, then scolded her with mock severity.
“Mengli, you’re already in poor health, and now you’re running around the balcony with your hair still wet? With this wind, you’re practically asking to catch a cold! Do you realize that during your recovery, you should be taking care of yourself instead of pushing your limits like this? Are you trying to defy me?”
Shen Mengli was left speechless by his lecture, but she knew every word came from concern. After a pause, she murmured, “I’m sorry.”
“Do you understand now?”
“Yes…”
“And if it happens again?”
“Then I’ll be a little pig!”
“Hmph, you said it yourself!”
Only after extracting this promise did Ye Feng nod in satisfaction. He wasn’t trying to punish her—he just wanted her to understand that she needed to rest and recover, not push herself recklessly.
“Alright, let’s go inside. It’s time for me to dry your hair.”
“Okay~”
This was the moment Shen Mengli had been waiting for. Whenever Ye Feng dried her hair, she couldn’t help but imagine them as a couple, naturally slipping into the role of his girlfriend.
Buzz…
After a while under the warm airflow, Shen Mengli’s silky hair gleamed as radiantly as ever. Even Ye Feng found the task soothing.
“All done! Mengli, you go ahead and sleep. I need to take a shower too.”
“Mm, okay.”
Just as Shen Mengli turned toward the bedroom, Ye Feng stopped her.
“Ye Feng?”
Her face slightly flushed from her bath, Shen Mengli gazed into his captivating eyes, holding her breath in anticipation.
Is he going to…?
“Mengli.”
Ye Feng looked at her seriously, then spoke under her expectant gaze.
“Sleep early tonight.”
“……”
“Th-that’s it?”
“What else did you think I’d say?”
“Stupid Ye Feng!”
Shen Mengli huffed and dodged past him, her carefully built-up emotions shattered by his blunt remark. She stomped off to the bedroom alone.
“This girl, always so dramatic.”
Ye Feng shrugged helplessly and headed to the bathroom.
“Punch you! Punch you!”
Once in bed, Shen Mengli vented her frustration by pummeling a stuffed bear, as if it were Ye Feng himself. Only after its head was thoroughly knocked sideways did she finally relent.
Staring at the defeated “Ye Feng,” she waved a triumphant fist.
“See? That’s what happens when you mess with me! If there’s a next time, I’ll… I’ll beat you up again!”
Then, softening, she pulled the bear into a hug, leaning down to whisper near its ear with cherry-red lips.
“Sorry… but you shouldn’t have made me mad. Don’t do it again, okay~?”
“Alright, now… bedtime~”
……
A while later, Ye Feng stepped into the room, refreshed from his shower. As he approached the bed, he paused, scanning the dimly lit space for any sign of Shen Mengli. Only after confirming her absence did he relax—lately, she’d taken to ambushing him under the covers, and he’d grown wary of her playful surprises.
Pulling back the blanket, he climbed in. He needed proper rest tonight; tomorrow would be an early start, and Mengli was in for quite the surprise.
Just as he closed his eyes, though, he sensed an intense gaze fixed on him. Turning, he found a pair of crimson eyes staring unblinkingly from the other pillow.
“Mengli! You’re still awake?”
Startled, Ye Feng realized their faces were nearly touching—she’d been motionless just moments ago.
“Mm. I… I want to sleep with you.”
He was about to refuse when he noticed her trembling voice. She seemed genuinely unwell.
“Are you feeling sick?”
“Mm… It’s like before… so cold…”
“What?!”
Ye Feng sat up and pressed a hand to her forehead.
“No fever… Maybe the blankets aren’t enough?”
“I don’t know. It’s just like yesterday. It’s fine, Ye Feng. I can tough it out.”
“Sigh… Mengli, if you don’t mind… we can do what we did last night.”
“R-really? But… maybe I shouldn’t…”
“It’s fine. Just until you’re better. Might still be side effects.”
“O-okay then… I won’t hold back.”
Blushing, Shen Mengli wriggled under his blanket. A closer look would’ve revealed she’d only covered half her body earlier, leaving the rest exposed—hence the chill.
As she nestled against Ye Feng’s chest, he confirmed how icy her skin was, save for the warmth where she’d huddled. The side effects weren’t fading easily.
Awkwardly, he asked, “Warmer now?”
“Mm, so warm~”
“G-good. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Ye Feng.”
“Goodnight.”
……
In the pitch-black night, a deafening roar pierced the silence. Inside the business class cabin of an airliner, a tall, alluring woman sat with her legs crossed, gazing at a string of phone numbers in her hand.
"Hmm... I’ll wait until we’re almost there to call him. I’m sure he’ll be pleasantly surprised by then~"

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?

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.”