"Xie Yuyan, I have to admit you've really changed a lot."
Ye Feng withdrew his hand and sighed as he looked into Xie Yuyan's eyes, which were filled with nothing but him.
"Really? Then, Ye Feng, does that mean you can forgive me now?"
Hearing Ye Feng's response, Xie Yuyan's heart leaped with joy. She stepped closer to him, gazing up with pitiful, pleading eyes.
"Didn't I say it's all in the past? And Xie Yuyan, don’t stand so close to me."
Feeling Xie Yuyan's body nearly pressed against his, Ye Feng hastily leaned back. Fortunately, she obediently moved away.
"Sorry, Ye Feng, I got a little too excited."
"It's... it's fine. I should probably go check if the others have arrived. I’m starting to worry since Shen Mengli hasn’t shown up yet."
"O-okay... I’ll go with you."
Xie Yuyan’s heart ached at the affectionate way Ye Feng referred to Shen Mengli. Once upon a time, he had addressed her with the same tenderness—until she had carelessly thrown it all away.
"No need, Xie Yuyan. Just stay seated."
"O-okay then..."
The moment Ye Feng stood up, perhaps due to his flustered state, he stumbled before even steadying himself, accidentally knocking into the table leg. Unable to regain his balance, he tumbled forward.
"Ye Feng!"
Thud!
A loud crash echoed as he hit the floor—yet strangely, he felt no pain. It was as if he had landed on something soft, like a pile of cotton.
"Huh?!"
Looking down, he realized Xie Yuyan had somehow caught him, cushioning his fall while she herself crashed onto the hard floor.
"Xie Yuyan?"
"Ye Feng, are you okay?!"
They spoke in unison before falling into an awkward silence.
After what felt like an eternity, Ye Feng finally broke the tension, scrambling to his feet.
"Xie Yuyan, why would you do that? Do you have any idea how much that must’ve hurt? What if you got seriously injured?"
"Ye Feng..."
Still lying on the cold floor, Xie Yuyan’s expression bloomed like a delicate flower, radiant and breathtaking.
"Are you... worried about me?"
"Now’s not the time for that! Get up and let me check if you’re hurt anywhere."
"Okay~"
Xie Yuyan giggled, her eyes crinkling as if the pain meant nothing to her. With Ye Feng’s help, she rose to her feet.
"No sprains or scrapes?"
Ye Feng quickly scanned her up and down, though her sportswear made it impossible to spot any injuries.
"Um... I’m not sure. Probably not?"
"Good. Xie Yuyan, what were you thinking? Do you want to get hurt?"
Ye Feng glared at her in exasperation, clearly displeased with her recklessness. Yet she simply smiled, accepting his scolding without protest.
"Sorry, Ye Feng. I just... acted on instinct. I’d do anything to keep you from getting hurt, no matter the cost."
"You’re insane. Absolutely insane."
Ye Feng clenched his fist midair before finally letting it drop with a resigned sigh.
"Xie Yuyan, haven’t I told you to put yourself first? Nothing in this world is more important than your own well-being."
"There is."
"Don’t start with that nonsense. Sit back down right now—or do I have to make you behave?"
"Alright, alright. Don’t be mad, Ye Feng. See? Everything’s fine."
"Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere?"
"Well... actually, there is one place..."
"Why didn’t you say so sooner? Where does it hurt?"
Ye Feng leaned in, concerned. He never expected Xie Yuyan to go this far for him—though, knowing her stubbornness, changing her mind would be harder than scaling the heavens.
"Here..."
Xie Yuyan’s eyes shimmered softly as she placed a hand over her chest, right above her heart.
"......"
"Xie Yuyan, are you messing with me?"
"I’m serious! Ever since I saw you were safe, my heart... it’s been aching."
"Sigh... Just go sit down and rest. Maybe it’ll pass."
"O-okay..."
Xie Yuyan knew even this small interaction was slowly mending the rift between them. She couldn’t rush things now—Ye Feng’s feelings mattered more than her impatience.
Watching Xie Yuyan obediently comply, Ye Feng finally relaxed. Dealing with her was like punching cotton—no matter how much force he mustered, it never seemed to land.
As Xie Yuyan moved past him, Ye Feng noticed a leaf stuck to her back from the fall. He reached out to remove it—only for her to turn around abruptly.
Flick
Thump~
"Mm... Y-Ye Feng?"
Xie Yuyan shuddered instinctively, her usually composed face flushing crimson in an instant. Her lips parted slightly, as if struggling to find words.
"!!!"
Ye Feng hadn’t anticipated this mishap either. He stumbled back, waving his hands frantically.
"S-sorry, Xie Yuyan! I was just trying to—"
"It’s... it’s fine."
To his surprise, Xie Yuyan cut him off, lowering her head as the room grew thick with tension. Biting her lip coyly, she murmured,
"You... you can, you know... if it’s what you want..."
"Want what?!"
Thankfully, Ye Feng’s quick thinking shattered the spell before Xie Yuyan could fully lean into her seductive act.
"That was an accident! There was a leaf on your back—I was just trying to remove it!"
"But it doesn’t have to be an accident..."
"It was! A genuine, 100% accident!"
Seeing how adamant he was, Xie Yuyan reluctantly dropped the subject.
"Fine... sigh."
"Why are you sighing?!"
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?"
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
