"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...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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!
