"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!!!!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
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!
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?"
