"Is that so?"
Feeling the delicate figure in his arms still trembling, Ye Feng couldn't help but hold her tighter.
"Yuxin, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Mmm..."
With a soft whimper, Su Yuxin buried her face deeper, too shy to meet Ye Feng's gaze. She murmured softly,
"N-no... Brother Ye Feng, I'm fine. I just... I just got too excited... Being alone with you like this makes me so happy."
"I see... As long as you're okay, Yuxin."
Ye Feng gently stroked Su Yuxin's silky hair, her long twin tails cascading over his arm like a forest sprite's, her timid demeanor utterly adorable.
Noticing the atmosphere growing oddly intimate, Su Yuxin quickly changed the subject.
"B-Brother Ye Feng, I think I smelled strawberries earlier. Does this orchard have some?"
"Your nose is sharp, Yuxin."
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, revealing a strawberry in his palm. He brought it to Su Yuxin's lips, his eyes tender.
"Want to taste it?"
"Okay~ Thank you, Brother Ye Feng~"
With a sweet grin, Su Yuxin parted her lips, revealing a tiny white canine as she nibbled the strawberry, her eyes closing in delight.
"Well? Good, right?"
"Mhm! It’s so sweet!"
Watching her blissful expression, Ye Feng couldn’t resist caressing her soft cheek—her chewing face resembled a little hamster, utterly endearing.
Just as Su Yuxin was about to pick more strawberries, she suddenly remembered her real purpose for coming out here. This was her chance to be close to her beloved Ye Feng, yet she’d gotten distracted by fruit. How silly!
"Want more? I’ll pick a couple for you," Ye Feng offered.
"N-no, Brother Ye Feng!"
Su Yuxin abruptly clung to his arm, pressing it against her chest.
"I... I didn’t come out here just for strawberries! I... I want you to fall for me!"
Ye Feng froze at her bold confession. But instead of brushing it off, he swept her up into a princess carry.
"Eep—!"
Su Yuxin had never been this close to him before. Her body stiffened like an ice sculpture in his arms.
"Y-Yuxin?"
Alarmed by her lack of response, Ye Feng carefully set her down, patting her cheeks lightly.
"Yuxin, are you okay?"
"Whimper..."
At his touch, Su Yuxin gradually snapped out of her daze.
"Brother Ye Feng..."
Her vision cleared to see Ye Feng’s worried gaze fixed on her, and her heart swelled with honeyed joy. She looped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips.
"Yuxin?"
Relieved by her liveliness, Ye Feng exhaled.
"Thank goodness you’re fine."
"Brother Ye Feng... I... I..."
His concern only deepened her love. Her emerald eyes morphed into heart shapes as she nuzzled his arm with her ample chest—far fuller than Li Mucheng’s.
"I love you, Brother Ye Feng♡ So, so much♡"
"Yuxin?"
Noticing her feverish state, Ye Feng quickly led her out of the greenhouse. Lost in her euphoria, Su Yuxin followed willingly—wherever he went, as long as he was beside her.
Seated on a bench under soft lighting, Ye Feng finally got a proper look at her.
The girl’s exquisite makeup and attire made her resemble a fairy-tale princess. Her golden twin tails amplified her doll-like charm, inviting adoration.
"B-Brother Ye Feng~"
Su Yuxin gazed at him with smoldering desire, her restraint crumbling. Despite her aristocratic poise, all decorum was forgotten now.
"I... I want kisses from Brother Ye Feng~ And hugs~"
"Gulp..."
Ye Feng had never seen her like this. His breath hitched.
"Brother Ye Feng~ Please? My heart’s racing so fast~"
She pressed against his chest, biting her cherry lips as she stared up at him, then slowly shut her eyes.
"Please, I... I love you so much♡"
"Yuxin!"
Unable to resist, Ye Feng pulled her slender waist close. Under the glow of the lights, their silhouettes merged as one.
"Mwah♡ Brother Ye Feng♡ Chuu♡"
"Ah♡ Love you♡ Love you♡"
"Mmmph♡"
......
At long last, the love-struck maiden received the affection she’d yearned for.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
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?"
