"Mm... Mmm..."
An unknown amount of time passed, and the quiet room held nothing but the sound of deep breathing.
Lying on the bed, Shen Mengli gazed at Ye Feng with a seductive expression—this was the first time she had ever experienced such tenderness.
To her, it felt like soaking in a warm spring, utterly comfortable, without a trace of exhaustion or discomfort. It was as if her entire being had been elevated.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng..."
Shen Mengli looked at Ye Feng with half-lidded eyes, her heated breath brushing against his face.
"I'm so happy..."
"Silly girl, this happiness will last forever."
Ye Feng reached out and gently booped her nose, then pulled the blanket up to tuck her in properly.
"Hehe~"
Shen Mengli pressed her moist lips together and nestled her head against Ye Feng's chest.
"If only... I’d brought an extra box of plastic bags upstairs..."
"Mengli, you’re just being stubborn. If we’d really done that, you’d probably have passed out by now."
"I’m not that weak, Xiao Feng!"
Stubborn as ever, Shen Mengli refused to back down, glaring at him fiercely as if to prove her dominance.
"Alright, alright, our Mengli is the strongest."
Hearing Ye Feng’s tone, as if he were coaxing a child, Shen Mengli immediately pouted. She propped herself up on his chest and sat up abruptly.
"Looks like I’ll have to show you just how capable I really am before you stop looking down on me."
Noticing the determination in her eyes, Ye Feng couldn’t help but study her posture.
"Oh? So what are you planning, Mengli?"
"Prepare yourself! Rawr!"
......
"Clink... Clink..."
The sound of a spoon tapping against a bowl echoed lightly as Su Yuxin let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"Strawberry yogurt really is the best! Just having this for dinner is enough for me!"
"It’s not as amazing as you’re making it out to be, Yuxin. This is just an appetizer—don’t fill up on it!"
Li Mucheng took a small sip of the yogurt before setting her spoon down. Unlike Su Yuxin, she wasn’t particularly fond of sweets.
As Li Mucheng glanced around the table, she suddenly noticed Shen Mengli sitting motionless in her seat, staring blankly at her bowl and chopsticks.
What’s wrong with Mengli? She doesn’t look like she’s been overworked by her teacher...
Xie Yuyan also picked up on Shen Mengli’s unusual behavior and shifted her gaze to Ye Feng, whose eyes betrayed a hint of exhaustion.
No way... I know Ye Feng’s stamina. Even if he spent the whole afternoon with Mengli, it shouldn’t have this effect unless...
A thought suddenly crossed Xie Yuyan’s mind. She pushed her bowl of yogurt toward Shen Mengli and said softly, "Mengli, I don’t really like sweet things. Why don’t you have mine?"
"Huh?"
Snapping out of her daze, Shen Mengli looked down at the yogurt and immediately pushed it away, averting her eyes as she took slow, steady breaths.
"N-no... Thank you, Yuyan, but I don’t really feel like eating right now..."
"If Mengli doesn’t want it, I’ll take it!"
The moment Su Yuxin heard that the yogurt was up for grabs, she eagerly pulled it toward herself and dug in with relish.
"Ugh, how can you not want something this delicious? What a waste!"
Shen Mengli only offered an apologetic smile before slipping back into her dazed state. Xie Yuyan leaned in and whispered,
"Mengli... did you sneak in an extra meal earlier?"
"Nngh..."
Shen Mengli shuddered at the question, her eyes widening as she stared at Xie Yuyan in shock.
"Y-Yuyan..."
"I knew it."
Xie Yuyan gave her a knowing look, then scooped up a spoonful of yogurt, swirling it on her tongue before swallowing.
"So... how was it?"
"Ugh..."
Shen Mengli couldn’t believe Xie Yuyan was asking this in front of everyone, but she answered honestly anyway.
"At first... I didn’t really like it... but somehow, it became... addictive..."
"Oh? Do go on."
"Well... I started off resisting, but then it was like my body was under a spell... I just couldn’t stop... until I completely lost control..."
"Seems like Ye Feng’s charm works in all kinds of ways."
"Y-Yuyan, stop! Everyone’s listening!"
"Alright, alright. As long as you’re not uncomfortable, Mengli. But if Ye Feng forced you into it, I won’t let him off easy."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean, if you really don’t like it... I could always take your place~"
Xie Yuyan winked seductively—after all, she wasn’t picky when it came to Ye Feng.
"N-no way!"
Shen Mengli shot up from her chair like a startled rabbit, completely unaware that the entire table was now watching her.
"I won’t let anyone take my place! No matter how many times, I’ll gladly accept everything Xiao Feng has to—"
She abruptly cut herself off, realizing just how incriminating her words sounded.
......
Well. Now everyone knew exactly what had happened that afternoon.
As the room fell into dead silence, Su Yuxin suddenly spoke up.
"Uh... Mengli, do you... want your yogurt back?"
"I WANT TO DIE!!!!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
