When the morning light streamed through the window, Ye Feng opened his bleary eyes. The first thing that greeted him was still Shen Mengli's adorable sleeping face.
As if sensing Ye Feng's slightly heavier breath, Shen Mengli's delicate eyelashes fluttered before she slowly opened her lively eyes.
"Good morning," Ye Feng spoke first.
"G-good morning, Feng..." Shen Mengli replied softly, relieved to hear that the gloom in his voice from last night had faded. She had been afraid that yesterday's unpleasantness might have made him resent her, but it seemed her worries were unfounded.
"Are you hungry, Feng? Since you cooked yesterday, it's my turn today. I'll make some vegetable corn soup."
Just as Shen Mengli finished speaking and tried to climb over Ye Feng to get out of bed, she didn’t expect him to suddenly pull her into his arms. Caught off guard, she ended up pressed against his chest.
Listening to the rapid thumping of Ye Feng's heartbeat, Shen Mengli didn’t ask why he had done this. She simply nestled quietly in his embrace and closed her eyes.
"Mengli," Ye Feng finally murmured after a long silence.
"I'm here," Shen Mengli replied, slowly shifting to bury her face deeper into his chest.
"What is it, Feng?"
"About last night... I'm sorry..."
"Oh, that’s what you’re talking about." Shen Mengli shook her head lightly, as if dismissing his apology.
"It's okay. I was too emotional last night and ended up ignoring your feelings. I should be the one apologizing."
"No, Mengli! I—"
Mwah~
Before Ye Feng could explain, Shen Mengli sealed his lips with a kiss.
Mmm~
Only when she ran out of breath did she pull back, her face flushed. Seeing Ye Feng’s unwavering gaze fixed on her, she bit her lip and hid her face against him again.
This time, however, she leaned close to his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin.
"Let’s leave last night behind us, okay? We should look forward to the future together, shouldn’t we?"
"......"
Ye Feng fell silent for a moment before loosening his grip around Shen Mengli’s waist. Just as she thought he was letting her go, he suddenly sat up, pulling her with him.
Losing her balance, Shen Mengli let out a startled gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Eek!"
Once they were pressed tightly together, she finally regained her composure. Looking into Ye Feng’s eyes—completely filled with her—she instantly recognized the excitement burning within them.
"I-it’s okay..." Shen Mengli whispered, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"If it’s you, Feng... I’ll accept anything you want to do~"
Thud!
Her words struck Ye Feng like a bolt of lightning.
"M-Mengli, just give me a moment... I need to calm down..."
He took deep, ragged breaths, trying to steady himself.
But Shen Mengli had no intention of letting him regain control. Her goal was to make sure Ye Feng’s eyes remained fixed on her—even if it meant molding him into someone who could never leave her side.
"Feng... it’s fine. Shouldn’t we add a little spice to our lives together? Besides... I’ve grown addicted to this feeling."
"Addicted? Mengli, you mean..."
"That’s right~ Ever since that day we became one, I’ve started seeing you in a whole new light."
As she spoke, Shen Mengli pressed her lips against his again, her half-lidded eyes glazed with desire.
"Feng... please, devour me~"
......
Vroom!
With a loud rumble, a small truck rolled down the muddy village road before coming to a stop on a wider path.
"Phew, all today’s deliveries are done."
The middle-aged driver stepped out, ready to head inside for a quick nap, when he noticed a group of unfamiliar women approaching him.
"Oh? Hello there, ladies. What brings you here...?"
Clearly flustered by the unexpected encounter, the man stumbled over his words.
"Hello, sir. We’ve been waiting for you for a while."
"Waiting for me? I’m just a meat vendor—you must have the wrong person."
"Don’t worry, sir. We’re looking for you specifically."
Li Mucheng spoke politely as she engaged the man in conversation.
"We have something very important to ask. Would you mind sparing us a moment? Don’t worry, we just have a few questions."
"Questions? I’m not exactly a scholar..."
The man scratched his head awkwardly, but after spotting the village elder standing behind the women, he finally nodded.
"Alright then, ladies. Ask away. I’ll answer whatever I can."
"Perfect!"
Su Yuxin’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she immediately blurted out,
"Sir, have you seen a young man around here recently?"
"A young man? That’s a bit vague, miss. I meet plenty of young men every day—in the city, in other villages..."
"Ah! N-no, I mean... have you met someone named Ye Feng?"
"Ye Feng?"
The man frowned in thought before shaking his head.
"Never heard of him."
"Wha—? How...?"
Su Yuxin’s expression visibly fell, but Xie Yuyan quickly interjected.
"Sorry, sir. That was a bit unclear. Let me rephrase—have you noticed any strangers in the village lately? Or anyone who came to buy things from you, whether food or daily necessities?"
"Ah, now that you mention it..."
With the scope narrowed down, the man finally recalled something.
After a brief pause, he nodded.
"Actually, yes! A young girl came by a few days ago to buy meat, along with some fruits and vegetables."
"A young girl? Could you describe her? We’re searching for someone very important—please, every detail helps!"
"Hmm... She had a very sweet voice, but she wasn’t very tall. The most striking thing was her eyes—bright red, like dazzling gemstones."
"Red?!!"
All three women gasped in unison.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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.”
