As evening fell, Shen Mengli lay on Ye Feng's chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat while recalling the events of the day. Unconsciously, she nestled even closer into his embrace.
"Mengli?"
Noticing her movement, Ye Feng reached out to brush aside the strands of hair covering Shen Mengli's forehead. Gazing into her captivating eyes, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Feng... what do you think about what happened today?"
Shen Mengli lifted her head to meet Ye Feng's gaze, seizing the moment when he pushed her hair aside to intertwine her fingers with his.
Ye Feng tried to pull away slightly, but when Shen Mengli showed no intention of letting go, he simply allowed it.
"What do I think? Mengli, what exactly do you mean...?"
"I mean, do you really believe they were sincere this time?"
Shen Mengli shot him a playful glare. Whenever it came to moments like this, Ye Feng's responses were always so vague. It made her feel that the collaboration Xie Yuyan had mentioned was even more crucial.
If she couldn’t extract the solution Ye Feng had hinted at, she would forever live in fear of losing him. That was the last thing Shen Mengli wanted.
"Well, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure either. But not only Mu Cheng and Yu Xin—even Xie Yuyan, who’s usually so stubborn—seemed unusually reserved this time. At the very least, their attitude felt genuine for now."
After a moment of thought, Ye Feng gave his answer.
"So... does that mean you want to go back?"
"Yes. Not just for your health, Mengli, but more importantly, for our future together."
"But... but Feng, don’t you prefer this kind of peaceful, rural life? If we return to the city, we won’t get to enjoy scenes like this anymore."
"I know that. But this is just reality."
"Mm..."
Hearing Ye Feng’s firm stance, Shen Mengli didn’t try to dissuade him. No matter what choice he made, she would follow him—through hardship or comfort, poverty or wealth, she would stay by the side of the one she loved.
"Then I understand. Feng, let’s go back tomorrow. But before that... can I make one small request?"
"Of course. I was actually planning to visit the children at the welfare home on our way back."
"!!!"
Ye Feng’s response clearly took Shen Mengli by surprise. It seemed all her little thoughts had been laid bare before him.
"Feng... how did you know?"
"Silly, how could I not know what’s on your mind?"
"Mmm~"
Overwhelmed by Ye Feng’s attentiveness, Shen Mengli felt a surge of happiness. She adored the way he focused on her—it was an addiction she could never shake, no matter how many times she experienced it.
"Feng, you’re so good to me. I want to repay you properly, okay~?"
Noticing the hint of mischief in Shen Mengli’s eyes, Ye Feng immediately understood her intentions. With a stern expression, he refused, "Mengli, don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning. We have to pack and travel tomorrow. Priorities first, understand?"
"But this is a priority~"
Shen Mengli’s slender fingers slithered like a playful serpent, tracing teasing patterns across Ye Feng’s chest. The heat of her touch burned like a flame, searing into the depths of his heart.
"Feng, you know after today, chances like this will be rare. And... don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it too."
A glint flashed in Shen Mengli’s dazzling eyes, her crimson pupils stripping away the desires Ye Feng had buried deep within, plucking at the last taut string of his restraint.
"Gulp..."
Ye Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as his ragged breaths fanned across Shen Mengli’s face.
"Admit it, Feng. You can’t live without me anymore, can you? Just like I can’t live without you~"
One hand hooked around Ye Feng’s neck while the other caressed his cheek. When he didn’t resist, Shen Mengli grew bolder, leaning in until her lips brushed his in a featherlight kiss.
"Mwah."
Only after pressing that tender kiss did she continue, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Feng... let’s make tonight a sweet farewell, okay~?"
"Mengli..."
Thinking he was still wrestling with his self-control, Shen Mengli prepared to deliver another kiss to shatter what remained of his resolve. But before she could, Ye Feng’s strong arm suddenly locked around her waist, lifting her effortlessly into the air.
"F-Feng...?"
Dizzy from the sudden movement, Shen Mengli clutched at his collar in panic. Before she could process what was happening, Ye Feng sealed her lips in a searing kiss.
"Mmm... ngh..."
"Feng... mmm—!"
"Ah, w-wait..."
......
"Feng, can I... rest for just a second? Just a little... ah!"
......
"Nn... I was wrong, Feng. I shouldn’t have teased you. Please, let me... mmm—!"
......
"Feng~ Feng~"
"Hehe~"
"I love you... so much..."
......
"Hah... hah..."
Listening to Shen Mengli’s labored breathing, Ye Feng wearily tucked the blankets around her. Glancing at the faint light of dawn outside, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Did I go too far? Ahem... but she was the one who asked for it. I was just fulfilling her wish. Yeah, that’s it!
After brushing the sweat-dampened hair from Shen Mengli’s forehead, Ye Feng closed his eyes and drifted into exhausted slumber.
Sometime later, it was Shen Mengli who woke first, bathed in the golden sunlight streaming through the window. She lay motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, her body utterly drained.
What... what time is it? Is that the sun outside? Or am I still dreaming?
She wanted to pinch her cheek to check, but the sheer exhaustion kept her limp. Memories of last night’s escapades with Ye Feng flooded her mind.
Their night had escalated from a leisurely stroll to a moonshot—an exhilarating yet grueling journey that left her both pained and pleasured. If given the chance to relive it, she’d refuse outright. No matter how long they’d been together, her fragile body stood no chance against Ye Feng’s relentless appetite.
Ugh... so scary! I’ll never provoke him again!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?"