Seeing the dagger, Ye Feng's body instinctively trembled, as if struck by some sudden stimulus.
Well, I pour my heart out for you, and you repay me with a knife? Good thing I came back early, or I’d have suffered...
"What’s the deal with this knife?"
Ye Feng stared expressionlessly at the dagger on the floor before shifting his gaze to Xie Yuyan, who couldn’t meet his eyes.
"I... I was actually going to use it to cut the cake... Would you believe me, Ye Feng?"
"What do you think?"
"Wuwu... I’m sorry..."
"Sigh."
By now, Ye Feng had grasped Xie Yuyan’s state of mind. But he couldn’t just beat her up, could he? The only option was to try and soothe this guilt-ridden woman with words.
"Xie Yuyan."
"Yes!"
"Come here."
"Ye Feng?"
Hearing his commanding tone, Xie Yuyan timidly raised her head. This was the first time Ye Feng had ever spoken to her like this.
Under Xie Yuyan’s anxious gaze, Ye Feng slowly opened his arms and said gently, "What are you standing there for? Want me to hug you?"
"Wuu... Ye Feng!"
Xie Yuyan hadn’t expected Ye Feng to not be angry with her at all. She’d thought today would end in disaster because of her reckless actions, yet he forgave her rudeness.
Unable to contain the joy of having him back, Xie Yuyan threw herself into Ye Feng’s warm embrace.
"Xiao Feng!"
Feeling the trembling of the delicate figure in his arms, Ye Feng knew Xie Yuyan was still shaken. He patted her back reassuringly. "There, there, it’s alright now."
"Mmm..."
"Yuyan, promise me you won’t act so impulsively again, okay? No more dangerous stunts, or I’ll really get mad."
"I—I promise, Ye Feng! I won’t cause you any more trouble... I really won’t..."
"Good. Remember your words."
Ye Feng stroked Xie Yuyan’s hair softly before shifting to a tender tone.
"It’s getting late. Time for dinner. Do you want cake first or the meal?"
"Cake!"
Without hesitation, Xie Yuyan chose the cake, pulling away from Ye Feng’s arms to gaze at him affectionately.
"I missed my chance once. I won’t let it slip away again!"
"Alright."
......
"Mengli? Mengli?"
"Ah!"
Shen Mengli snapped her head up at the headmistress’s voice, slowly regaining focus.
"Headmistress? What’s wrong?"
"Mengli, is something bothering you? You’ve been distracted lately."
"N-no, not really..."
Shen Mengli tried to deflect, but under the headmistress’s knowing gaze, she quickly faltered.
"I’m sorry, Headmistress... There is something..."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
The headmistress sat quietly beside Shen Mengli, as if piecing things together. "If I had to guess, it’s about Mr. Ye Feng, isn’t it?"
"Mm... mmm..."
Shen Mengli struggled to speak but eventually nodded meekly.
"What happened with Mr. Ye Feng?"
"Xiao Feng... he... he’s going through something."
"Something caused by himself, right?"
"......"
This time, Shen Mengli didn’t answer, but her silence spoke volumes.
"Sigh... I warned Mr. Ye Feng about this before, but he didn’t listen."
"Headmistress, what did you tell Xiao Feng?"
"I said..."
......
"Ye Feng, you’re so gentle~"
"......"
Xie Yuyan’s words made Ye Feng pause, as if they’d triggered a memory.
"Ye Feng?"
Resting her head on his shoulder, Xie Yuyan reached up to touch his cheek curiously.
"Yeah, I’m here. Looks like we won’t finish the cake."
Ye Feng snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at the last untouched slice—though this time, he wasn’t eating alone.
"Ye Feng..."
Seizing the moment, Xie Yuyan leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
"The cake... is delicious~"
......
"Mr. Ye Feng’s greatest strength is his gentleness—and also his downfall."
The headmistress sighed, frustrated that Ye Feng hadn’t heeded her advice.
"That’s just how Xiao Feng is... If it weren’t for his kindness, I’d never have met him. But he shows that gentleness to everyone... and that’s why I can’t stop overthinking."
Shen Mengli looked up at the headmistress.
"Headmistress, can you give me some advice? I don’t... I don’t want to lose Xiao Feng. I absolutely refuse!"
"Mengli..."
The headmistress closed her eyes, thinking for a moment before offering a solution.
"Your chance will come only when Mr. Ye Feng chooses to stop being gentle."
"When Xiao Feng stops being gentle..."
Shen Mengli murmured the words, slowly realizing their meaning.
Right... Only when Xiao Feng’s kindness leads to disaster will he finally see the truth. And when he’s drowning in despair, I’ll be the one to pull him back. Then, his heart will belong to me alone.
"Xiao Feng..."
Seeing the faint smile on Shen Mengli’s lips, the headmistress finally relaxed. All she wanted was Shen Mengli’s happiness—everyone else was irrelevant.
"Thank you, Headmistress. I know what to do now."
"I’m glad you understand. Will you be exercising today as usual?"
"Mhm!"
......
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng lay alone on her bed, clutching a fox mask in her hand, her heart carved with deep wounds.
"Why... Why did you hide it from me? Why were you with other women when I knew nothing about it?"
"I loved you... I loved you so much. Why did you betray me? Teacher... why?"
Her once bright, obsidian-like eyes now seemed veiled in an eerie mist, growing darker and more unfathomable.
"Hehe... hehe..."
"If this is how you want it, Teacher, then don’t blame me~ I thought we’d be happy together, but I guess that was just a dream. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure your eyes stay fixed on me, and only me~"
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?
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.”
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!"
