"By the way, Brother Ye Feng, would you like some milk tea?"
Now that Su Yuxin had changed her mindset, she had already put the idea of repairing her relationship with Li Mucheng behind her. She knew that even if she mended their former friendship, it wouldn’t matter—they were destined to be "rivals."
Mucheng, this time, for the sake of our long-standing friendship, could you just step aside, okay? Brother Ye Feng is destined to be with me, so please don’t interfere.
"Milk tea? Do you want some, Yuxin? I’ll go down and buy it for you."
Just as Ye Feng was about to stand up, Su Yuxin placed her hands on his stomach and gently pushed him back down.
"Brother Ye Feng..."
Su Yuxin’s body trembled slightly, and her voice, which had been normal just moments ago, became soft again.
"That’s not what I meant! I was just saying that our company has a dedicated beverage shop. If you want some, I can just let the shop know. I wasn’t asking you to go out of your way for me."
Su Yuxin’s hands stiffly pressed against Ye Feng’s abdomen. She had only meant to stop him from standing up, but by accident, her hands ended up on his well-defined abs. Even through the barrier of his white shirt, she could clearly feel the firmness and perfect curves of his muscles.
Oh... Brother Ye Feng’s abs are so... so nice...
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"Yuxin, are you okay? Is something wrong?"
Ye Feng noticed Su Yuxin’s trembling and thought something might have happened. Unsure of what to do, he could only express his concern.
"I... I’m fine! Brother Ye Feng, please wait here for a moment. I’ll go order two cups of milk tea~"
Reluctantly, Su Yuxin moved her hands away from Ye Feng’s chest. Before her face could turn red, she hurried out of the room in her little leather shoes, the sound of her footsteps echoing. Just as the door closed, it suddenly opened again, revealing her small head peeking in.
"Brother Ye Feng, wait for me, okay? I’ll be right back."
"Don’t worry."
"Mm!"
After Su Yuxin left, Ye Feng couldn’t help but smile. He had thought that Su Yuxin, being a young lady from a wealthy family, would have a unique personality like Li Mucheng. But now, it seemed she was just an adorable little girl. At least he didn’t have to worry about her giving him the cold shoulder.
As he caught a whiff of the lingering strawberry scent on himself, Ye Feng wondered if the milk tea Su Yuxin bought would also be strawberry-flavored.
......
Meanwhile, Su Wanli, who had just finished a meeting, was on his way to Su Yuxin’s restroom. He was a bit concerned about how long his daughter had been spending time with Ye Feng.
However, his concern wasn’t that Ye Feng might have any ill intentions. Instead, he was worried that his daughter might develop feelings for him. That guy’s demeanor, appearance, and behavior were all quite distinctive—no wonder Old Li was so fond of him. If it were me, I’d feel the same way.
Just as Su Wanli was about to reach the restroom door, he noticed his daughter walking down the hallway from around the corner, holding two cups of milk tea with an excited expression.
Oh!!!
Su Wanli looked at his approaching daughter with pride, feeling deeply moved.
My daughter has grown up and knows how to care for her father! She’s truly her father’s little sweetheart~
"Fa... Father!?"
Su Yuxin had been focused on the two cups of milk tea in her hands the entire time.
Sigh... I wanted to buy two strawberry milk teas, but they were sold out, so I had to settle for vanilla instead.
As she spoke, Su Yuxin’s eyes were fixed on the cup of milk tea in her right hand, which already had a straw inserted. If one looked closely, they would notice a faint pink residue at the tip of the straw.
Staring at the pink mark, Su Yuxin’s cheeks turned pink, and she bit her lip nervously, her thoughts unclear. But just as she was about to reach the restroom and looked up, she saw Su Wanli standing there, smiling at her.
Ah! Fa... Father, why is he here? Why is he smiling at me? Did he see me sneaking around in the stairwell...?
"Yuxin, you’ve grown up... Your father is very proud of you..."
Even the tough Su Wanli couldn’t help but be moved by his daughter’s actions. Just as he was about to take one of the cups of milk tea from her, he found himself grabbing at air. When he looked closely, he saw that Su Yuxin had pulled the cup back.
"Yuxin?"
Su Yuxin pouted, clearly unhappy with her father’s attempt to take her milk tea, and said in a huff,
"Fa... Father! You’re a grown man—if you want milk tea, go buy it yourself! This cup is for Brother Ye Feng!"
"Ye... Ye Feng?"
Su Wanli stared at his daughter in shock, feeling as if his heart had been cut. It turned out he was the one who had been overthinking things, and from the shy look on Su Yuxin’s face, his suspicions seemed to have become reality. His beloved little sweetheart had sprung a leak!
No!!!!
"Father, move aside for a moment. I can’t reach the door."
Su Yuxin walked past Su Wanli, who stood frozen like a statue, and opened the door to the room, still clutching the milk tea.
......
"Hmm?"
Hearing the door open, Ye Feng, who was sitting in a chair, looked up and saw Su Yuxin entering the room.
"Brother Ye Feng, I’ve brought the milk tea~"
Su Yuxin glanced at the cup in her right hand and then extended it toward Ye Feng, her voice trembling slightly.
"Bro... Brother Ye Feng... please... drink it while it’s hot... it won’t taste as good when it’s cold..."
"Ah... thank you, Yuxin."
Ye Feng took the milk tea from Su Yuxin. Although he didn’t understand why she was speaking in such a manner, he still thanked her for her kindness and held the cup in his hand.
"By the way, Yuxin, did I hear Chairman Su’s voice outside earlier?"
"No... no! Father is... still on his way. Brother Ye Feng, don’t overthink it."
Su Yuxin swallowed nervously, her eyes fixed on the milk tea in Ye Feng’s hand. Seeing that he still hadn’t taken a sip, she urged him.
"Brother Ye Feng... aren’t you going to try it?"
"Ah..."
Seeing the anticipation in Su Yuxin’s eyes, Ye Feng had no choice but to comply. He opened his mouth and took a sip through the straw.
"Mm..."
As soon as Ye Feng drank the milk tea, Su Yuxin let out a strange sound, then quickly suppressed her excitement and asked in a soft voice,
"How is it? Does it taste good?"
"It’s... not bad. I guessed right—you even drink strawberry-flavored milk tea. But this one tastes a bit light. Did they skimp on the ingredients?"
"Ah... maybe they didn’t add enough strawberries. Brother Ye Feng, don’t worry about the details."
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!
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
