"Since you insist, Mengli, alright then."
Ye Feng gently patted Shen Mengli's head as he held her in his arms, his voice soft and tender.
"But if you ever feel hungry, you must remember to eat. No matter what, your health always comes first."
"Feng..."
Shen Mengli gazed at Ye Feng with eyes brimming with affection, her heated stare almost devouring him on the spot.
"Alright, as long as you're happy, that's all I need."
"Of course I'm happy!" Shen Mengli murmured, resting her head against Ye Feng's chest.
"Every moment with you feels like a dream."
"Mengli... Then let's continue like this, shall we?"
"Mm, my dear Feng, I look forward to it~"
......
After what felt like an eternity, Ye Feng finally spoke hesitantly, still holding Shen Mengli.
"Uh... Mengli, how about we turn on the lights? Since we're not sleeping yet, we might as well talk properly, don't you think?"
"B-but I don’t think that’s necessary~"
Sensing her intentions, Ye Feng quickly explained, "M-Mengli, I took a walk outside the estate earlier, so I’d like to take a shower now. You can have your dinner in the meantime, and later... we can talk properly, okay?"
"Mm..."
Shen Mengli considered his suggestion, glancing at the sandwich and juice on the tray before nodding.
"Alright then."
Relieved by her agreement, Ye Feng headed to the bathroom, making sure to turn on the bedroom lights for good measure. Only after everything was settled did he close the bathroom door behind him.
Splash...
As the sound of running water filled the tub, Shen Mengli, sipping her juice by the bed, perked up slightly. The sandwich in her hand was quietly set aside as she tiptoed to the door and locked it.
......
"Ah..."
Ye Feng exhaled deeply, sinking into the warm bathwater as the fatigue melted away from his body.
Suddenly, a faint rustling caught his attention. He looked up to find the bathroom door slightly ajar—no guesses needed as to who was behind it.
"Sigh..."
Ye Feng let out a quiet sigh, his tone calm.
"Come in already, don’t catch a cold."
"Okay~"
At his permission, the hesitant Shen Mengli pushed the door open, stepping inside wrapped in nothing but a thin towel.
"Did you finish dinner that fast?"
"W-well... I haven’t eaten yet."
As she spoke, Shen Mengli padded over to Ye Feng’s side. Though the towel covered her, she looked like a ripe, juicy peach—tempting enough to take a bite.
"You should at least eat something first."
Ye Feng clicked his tongue in mock exasperation but still reached out to take her wrist.
"Don’t just stand there. Get in."
"Mm."
Blushing furiously, Shen Mengli nodded and stepped into the tub, leaning her back against Ye Feng’s chest. In a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured,
"Feng... I don’t know why, but I just... really wanted to be close to you..."
"It’s fine. I understand."
Ye Feng wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek.
"But do you have any idea how irresistible you look right now? Tell me, was this on purpose or an accident?"
"Whimper..."
Shen Mengli ducked her head shyly, staring at his arms around her.
"I... I did it on purpose..."
The moment the words left her lips, Ye Feng’s deep voice rumbled against her ear.
"Then... are you prepared to be punished?"
"Hah... Hah..."
His teasing sent Shen Mengli’s heart racing, her restless hands fluttering uncertainly.
"Feng... stop teasing me. I-I’ll get embarrassed..."
"Mm, then try to relax a little. You’re so tense, you’re practically a rock."
"O-okay... I’ll try."
Only when Shen Mengli fully melted against his chest, her gaze hazy, did Ye Feng speak again.
"So, Mengli, what do you want me to do now?"
"What? Whimper... A-as long as it makes you happy, I... I’ll accept anything..."
"No, no, I’m not asking for your permission. I’m asking what you want right now."
When Ye Feng tossed the question back, Shen Mengli stammered, unable to respond. Just as he was about to drop the act, she finally mumbled something under her breath.
"Kisses."
"Hm? What was that? I didn’t quite catch it."
Ye Feng leaned closer, catching the sweet, citrusy scent of her juice on her breath as she whispered,
"W-want kisses... with Feng..."
"Ah~ So... right now?"
"Mm."
"But you’re pinning me down. Seems like I can’t make the first move this time."
"Whine..."
Shen Mengli knew exactly what he was hinting at, but she only gave a tiny nod before turning around to face him.
"Fine..."
As she slowly leaned down, her lips inched closer and closer to his...
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
