"Mengli?"
Ye Feng gently patted Shen Mengli's back as she lay quietly in his arms.
"Mmm..."
Shen Mengli lazily nuzzled against Ye Feng's chest, reluctant to move, the blush on her cheeks still lingering. It was obvious what had just transpired between them.
"Xiao Feng."
"What is it, Mengli? Do you want to rest? I can carry you back to bed."
"No."
Shen Mengli whispered weakly into Ye Feng's ear.
"I just... wanted to tell you something."
"What is it that’s so mysterious?"
Ye Feng glanced at her curiously, only to find her soft eyes brimming with affection.
"I... I just wanted to say..."
Her ears flushed red as she shyly blinked, her long lashes shimmering faintly.
"I love you so much ♡"
"......"
Hearing the honeyed tone that could melt his very bones, Ye Feng took a deep breath.
"Mengli, do you know how badly this kind of talk shakes my resolve?"
Shen Mengli giggled in response, even blowing a teasing breath into his ear.
"That just means my purpose is to shake your resolve, Xiao Feng~"
"Cough..."
Seeing how utterly unrepentant she was, Ye Feng abandoned any thought of reasoning with her.
"Mengli, are you trying to make life difficult for me? How dare you provoke me like this!"
"Don’t be mad, Xiao Feng. Of course I want to live happily with you."
"Then rest properly! And take your hands out of my clothes!"
"Ehehe, you caught me~"
After another bout of affectionate teasing, Shen Mengli suddenly cupped Ye Feng’s face in her hands. Locking eyes with him, she spoke earnestly, "Xiao Feng, I don’t want to lose you again."
"You won’t. Didn’t I promise I’d always stay by your side? How could you lose me?"
"But... but..."
She bit her rosy lips, hesitating as if struggling to find the right words.
Though she was happy with Ye Feng, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. No matter how subtly she probed, he always deflected the topic, unwilling to share.
Given her painful past, Shen Mengli had almost no sense of security—except when she was with Ye Feng. Yet now, this unspoken secret gnawed at her heart like an unsolvable knot. She could bear it no longer and mustered the courage to confront him, knowing that silence would only deepen the rift.
"But I want to know everything about you! I can’t stand seeing you look so troubled anymore!"
Clutching his collar desperately, she seemed terrified he might vanish.
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng remained silent for a long moment, simply holding her tight before finally speaking, each word deliberate.
"What if I told you... our meeting was arranged on purpose? How would you feel?"
"Arranged?"
The question caught Shen Mengli off guard, but she quickly realized this might be the key to the secrets he’d been keeping.
"Yes. As if no matter what, we were destined to meet—but the initiative was always mine."
Supporting her slender waist to keep her from slipping, Ye Feng’s gaze burned with resolve.
If he had chosen to spend his remaining time living as he wished, did that mean he could finally reveal the truth? But would she think he had been using her?
Torn between honesty and secrecy, Ye Feng chose the former. Shen Mengli deserved to know, even if it sounded unbelievable. The so-called "system" and "missions" no longer mattered to him—he was done with them.
"Xiao Feng, I might need time to understand. Can you explain it slowly? But don’t worry!"
Suddenly, she looped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"Mwah~"
"I want to hear everything while lying in your arms. Because no matter what happens, I’ll stay by your side."
"Mengli..."
Her words made his nose sting with emotion. Nodding slightly, he replied in a hoarse voice,
"Okay."
"Mm!"
......
"Beep beep."
Hearing her phone ring, Li Mucheng immediately answered. Su Yuxin’s voice came through.
"Mucheng, I’ve got an update from the search team along the riverbank. They found no trace of Ye Feng—no signs of him, no wild animals, not even footprints."
"Nothing...?"
"Right. Should I have them search again?"
"No need, Yuxin. If they found nothing, another sweep won’t help. I’ll ask Xie Yuyan—maybe she has ideas."
"Alright. Keep me posted. I know Ye Feng will be fine!"
"Okay."
After hanging up, Li Mucheng hurried to Xie Yuyan’s room. A brief knock later, the door opened to reveal Xie Yuyan’s face.
"What is it, Li... Mucheng? Any news?"
"Yes. Yuxin said..."
After relaying Su Yuxin’s report word for word, Xie Yuyan’s expression turned grave.
"Something’s wrong. I think I should investigate personally."
"Now? But it’s almost sunset. Shouldn’t we go together tomorrow?"
"No, time is critical. I’ll go alone. If even the search teams found nothing, I might return empty-handed too. This is just for my own peace of mind."
"But... I’m worried something might happen to you."
Xie Yuyan gave her a surprised look, then—uncharacteristically—smiled.
"Thank you, Mucheng. I appreciate the concern. I’ll contact you if anything comes up. And..."
"I will definitely bring Ye Feng back! Believe me!"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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?"

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!

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.”