The sound of the torrential rain outside grew louder and louder, drowning out all other subtle noises. The occasional roar of thunder completely robbed Ye Feng of any desire to sleep, despite his initial intention to stay in a light slumber to remain vigilant.
With the storm and other factors at play, Ye Feng decided to stay awake until the rain subsided, wary of Xie Yuyan’s possible arrival. Just as he was about to turn toward the window, an unseen force suddenly pulled back his blanket, and a warm, delicate figure slipped in beside him.
"Wh—"
Ye Feng immediately focused on the shadowy figure in front of him, but the room was too dark to make out who it was. However, as soon as the familiar, sweet fragrance reached him, he knew it was none other than Li Mucheng.
"Teacher."
"Mucheng? Y-you… why are you here?"
The moment her body pressed against his chest, Ye Feng instinctively tried to retreat deeper into the couch. But the space was too cramped, and with Li Mucheng now sharing it, there was nowhere left to move. Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around him with practiced ease.
"Teacher, I’m still so scared… I can’t sleep at all without you."
Her voice trembled faintly in his ear, and with every clap of thunder, her body shivered. Her excuse seemed perfectly reasonable.
"Mucheng, I know the weather is terrible tonight, but trust me—it’ll pass soon. Just hold on a little longer, okay?"
"Okay~"
"Mhm."
"......"
After a brief silence, Ye Feng expected her to return to her own bed. Instead, she clung to him even tighter. The thin fabric of her nightgown left little to the imagination, and their close proximity inevitably led to some awkwardness.
"Um… Mucheng?"
"I’m here, Teacher."
"I said just hold on a little longer."
"Got it."
"......"
Despite his repeated hints, Li Mucheng remained unmoving, leaving Ye Feng at a loss. Just as he was about to speak more directly, she beat him to it.
"Teacher… could you let me be a little selfish tonight? I really… really want to sleep in your arms."
"Mucheng…"
Hearing the exhaustion in his voice, Li Mucheng suddenly loosened her grip and pulled away, her tone filled with remorse.
"I-I’m sorry, Teacher… I didn’t mean to trouble you. I got carried away and forgot about your injury…"
Before she could finish, Ye Feng took a deep breath, abruptly sat up, and pulled her back into his embrace. Caught off guard, Li Mucheng barely had time to blink before she was lifted into his arms.
"Teacher? You—"
"If we’re going to sleep, shouldn’t we at least do it on the bed?"
"Does that mean you’re agreeing to my request?"
Her voice held a mix of surprise and curiosity, but she still wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder.
"Would you rather I refuse?"
"Of course not!"
Li Mucheng immediately protested, her cheeks flushing as she murmured under her breath,
"I never want you to refuse. I just want to stay like this with you forever."
"Are you treating me like a sloth mom now? Planning to cling to me indefinitely?"
"Exactly! I’m never letting go~"
She giggled, playfully teasing him. This kind of sweet, intimate moment was everything she had ever dreamed of. Her heart raced like a deer’s, excitement bubbling within her.
As Ye Feng carried her toward the bed, she suddenly remembered something and gently cupped his cheek, earning a curious glance from him.
"Mucheng? What’s this about?"
"Teacher, doesn’t your arm hurt from carrying me? You should put me down. What if your wound reopens?"
"Don’t worry, Mucheng. A little movement won’t hurt it. Besides, the bed is just a few steps away."
With that, he carefully set her down on the mattress.
"Alright, Mucheng. I’ll just go grab my—"
The moment he turned, Li Mucheng seized his wrist and, with surprising strength, yanked him toward her.
"Mu-Mucheng, wait—"
Ye Feng stumbled forward, barely catching himself before he collapsed onto her. His hands braced against the mattress, keeping his weight from crushing her.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring directly into hers—deep, obsidian pools that seemed to drown him in their intensity.
"S-sorry, Mucheng, I didn’t mean to— Mmm!"
Before he could explain, she cupped his face and stretched up, pressing her lips against his in a soft, fleeting kiss.
"Mmm… ah…"
Unlike Xie Yuyan’s wild passion, Li Mucheng’s kiss was brief and tender. She then pulled the blanket over both of them, unable to resist pecking his cheek once more.
"Teacher… let’s stay like this tonight, okay?"
"Mucheng… you…"
"Hehe, sorry, Teacher. I couldn’t help myself. I’ll apologize properly tomorrow, alright?"
"Sigh…"
Ye Feng exhaled in resignation. Her actions made it impossible for him to stay upset. Every time he tried to reason with her, she’d just snuggle closer, and before he knew it, he was powerless to refuse.
In the end, he could only mask his flustered embarrassment with three simple words:
"Go to sleep."
"Okay~"
With that, Li Mucheng nestled against his sturdy frame, drifting off with a contented smile. Clearly, recent events had left her more than satisfied.
"Teacher."
"......"
Ye Feng couldn’t shake the feeling that whenever she called him like this, something was about to happen. Still, he waited for her to continue.
"Y-yes?"
"I love you ♡"
After whispering those words, she pressed a final, secretive "goodnight" against his ear and closed her radiant eyes—as if all the love in her heart was sealed within that single moment.
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!
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!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
