"You're really something, Xiao Feng..."
Listening to Ye Feng's caring words, Shen Mengli initially wanted to cover her face to hide her shyness, but seeing how seriously he was savoring the porridge, she ultimately let her flushed cheeks remain visible to him.
"Mmph! Xiao Feng, you're impossible! Just stay here and focus on recovering, alright? If you keep thinking about things unrelated to your well-being, I’ll have to feed you myself~"
Ye Feng was momentarily stunned by Shen Mengli's remark. Though he intended to quickly change the subject, the sight of her bashful expression stirred a different thought in his heart.
"Mengli, I know you're concerned about my health, but you should take care of yourself too."
"Don’t worry, Xiao Feng. Even if my physique isn’t as strong as yours, right now, you’re the one who needs to recover. Only when you’re better can we truly enjoy life, right?"
"......"
Hearing this, Ye Feng fell silent, simply nodding before obediently opening his mouth.
"That’s more like it. Xiao Feng, you shouldn’t feel like there’s any debt between us. All I want is for us to live a carefree life."
After feeding him the last spoonful of porridge, Shen Mengli used her sleeve to gently wipe away the traces at the corner of his mouth.
"Mengli? Aren’t you worried about dirtying your clothes?"
"Why would it be dirty? It’s just wiping your mouth, silly."
With that, Shen Mengli stood up from the bedside, holding the empty bowl, and smiled at him.
"Xiao Feng, I’m afraid today’s meal had to be light since you just woke up and shouldn’t eat too much yet. But in a few days, I’ll cook you a proper feast!"
"Mengli, I had no idea you could cook! Did you learn from the headmistress?"
"Ah, as expected, nothing escapes you, Xiao Feng."
She set the bowl aside and adjusted the blanket over him.
"Back at the orphanage, I often helped my foster mom in the kitchen. Sometimes, I’d secretly pick up a few cooking tricks. Never thought they’d come in handy today."
"You’ve always been diligent in everything, Mengli. The porridge was delicious."
"I’m glad you liked it! I’ll learn any dish you want—just name it, and I’ll make it for you!"
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Ye Feng couldn’t bring himself to dampen her spirits. He nodded warmly. "Alright, I’ll leave it to you then."
"Mhm!"
Overjoyed, Shen Mengli threw herself into his arms, burying her face against his neck while he was still sitting up after the meal, inhaling his scent greedily.
"Don’t worry, Xiao Feng. Your body... and your heart—leave everything to me!"
"Who taught you to pause like that..."
Though he teased her, this time, Ye Feng didn’t push her away. He noticed that despite her cheerful demeanor, her body trembled slightly as she clung to him. From her reaction, he understood she hadn’t fully recovered from the trauma of his near-death experience.
Suddenly, a warm arm wrapped gently around her, pulling her closer against his chest. The fading blush on Shen Mengli’s cheeks reignited instantly.
"Mm... X-Xiao Feng... what are you doing?"
"Nothing. I just felt like holding you."
He patted her back soothingly. True to his words, Shen Mengli’s voice trailed off, followed by a quiet stillness.
Ye Feng wanted to check on her, but the soft hands gripping him tightly and the slight shift in her posture held his attention.
"Sniff... sob..."
Her shoulders began to quiver. Realizing she was crying, Ye Feng’s heart ached, and he hurried to comfort her.
"Hey, Mengli, you were fine earlier. Why the tears now? I’m right here—no need to fear me leaving or anything like that."
"B-But... Xiao Feng, I’m scared. Terrified. I just want to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. If something like that day by the river ever happens again... I’d lose my mind!"
Her restrained sobs, far from dramatic, only deepened Ye Feng’s guilt. From the start, he’d sensed her unwavering care for him—every thought, every action centered around his well-being. Truthfully, he was deeply moved. With her, he could finally let go, embracing the peaceful life he’d always yearned for.
"Don’t worry, Mengli. I’ve gained some perspective too. Maybe... this is how things were meant to be."
"Mm..."
She stifled her tears, replaying his words in her mind. Though his tone was light, something felt off—an unspoken hesitation she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
"I’m glad you think so, Xiao Feng. But remember my promise: if you ever face trouble, tell me, okay? Just like you saved me, I’ll be there for you. This isn’t about repaying a debt. I just... want to walk hand in hand with you into the future."
Ye Feng understood the weight of her confession. Now, free from past burdens, he no longer cared about missions or systems. Having brushed against death, he saw through life’s illusions.
He wouldn’t chase after some collector’s prize at the cost of hurting others—or himself. From now on, he’d live for himself, unshackled.
"Alright. But before that, Mengli, can I ask you a favor?"
"What is it? You don’t need to seek my permission for anything, Xiao Feng."
"Fine, fine. I just wanted to ask if my clothes have dried yet. Staying like this is getting a bit... uncomfortable."
A strange glint flickered in Shen Mengli’s eyes, swiftly concealed.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
