"No... Ye Feng, I can still go on..."
Xie Yuyan lay on the bed like a puddle of melted water, her body utterly drained of strength, yet her hand remained hooked around Ye Feng's neck, refusing to let go.
"Be good. You’re in no condition to keep going. You need to rest, understand?"
"But I don’t want to..."
For once, Xie Yuyan displayed a rare, delicate softness. Seeing this, Ye Feng felt the embers of desire, which had just begun to cool, reignite within him.
Fortunately, he noticed the high-frequency tremors in Xie Yuyan’s delicate hands and realized she had exhausted every last ounce of her energy. Pushing her further might harm her.
With that thought, Ye Feng gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from Xie Yuyan’s forehead and spoke softly, "Yuyan, you really should rest now. We can talk more tomorrow, alright?"
"No! Ye Feng, don’t hold back because of me. I can take it!"
"Silly, it’s not about whether you can take it or not."
Ye Feng pinched her cheek lightly, her tender skin so supple it seemed to glisten.
"Then how about this—I’ll go take a shower, okay?"
"Mmm... alright..."
Seeing that Ye Feng wasn’t outright rejecting her, Xie Yuyan hesitated before finally nodding. Deep down, she still wanted to use whatever strength she had left to make him happy. After all, she wasn’t as refined and elegant as Li Mucheng, nor as understanding and reasonable as Shen Mengli.
But what Xie Yuyan didn’t expect was for Ye Feng to kiss her just as he was about to leave. For a moment, she thought he was about to pull her into another dance of passion. However, his next words left her completely stunned.
"Yuyan, being with you like this truly makes me happy. Every time I come home and see the steaming dishes on the table and the eager look in your eyes, I feel... like I finally have a place that’s truly mine. What we have is irreplaceable to me, so I want to thank you. You’ve made me feel warmth in this world. Thank you."
Ye Feng’s tone was calm, almost unremarkable, yet each word etched itself deeply into Xie Yuyan’s heart. By the time he finished speaking, she had completely lost all strength, staring blankly at him.
"Sorry, Yuyan. I know this might not be the best time to say something like this—"
"Ye Feng."
Xie Yuyan suddenly interrupted him, her small hand cupping his cheek.
As he gazed at the enchanting young woman before him, Ye Feng found himself utterly captivated. Under his watchful eyes, Xie Yuyan bloomed like a rose bathed in warm sunlight—vibrant and breathtaking.
"I love you."
Though he had heard these three words countless times from her, this time, they washed over him like a refreshing spring, soothing every inch of his being.
[Ding]
Before Ye Feng could fully savor Xie Yuyan’s affection, a system notification chimed in his mind. He barely registered it, too focused on the woman in front of him.
"I love you too."
Despite knowing she was completely spent, the miraculous power of love drove Xie Yuyan to share one last dance with Ye Feng.
Watching her drift off to sleep, Ye Feng gently tapped the tip of her nose before turning toward the bathroom, silently grateful for his own stamina. Otherwise, Xie Yuyan would have been quite the formidable opponent.
Just as Ye Feng stepped into the shower, Xie Yuyan’s weary eyes fluttered open. Her gaze softened as she watched his towering figure disappear, murmuring something under her breath.
"So this is what true happiness feels like..."
......
"Mmm..."
Meanwhile, Shen Mengli, lying in bed, suddenly opened her eyes, her large pupils fixed on the dark ceiling above.
"Hmph, Xie Yuyan’s nothing special. She can’t compare to me! Sure, I had a little help from the system, but she’ll never know. That makes me the real winner!"
With that thought, Shen Mengli seemed to envision something delightful. Whispering Ye Feng’s name, she closed her eyes once more.
......
"Ah, right. That system alert earlier must’ve been about Yuyan."
Mid-shower, Ye Feng suddenly recalled the earlier notification and pulled up the system interface. Sure enough, it displayed that Xie Yuyan’s affection had reached 100%.
So she’s accepted everything too...
Just as he was lost in thought, the system screen flickered erratically like corrupted code, followed by another prompt ringing in his ears.
[Ding. System rewards are being distributed. Due to prolonged inactivity, they have been automatically claimed. Please check your inventory.]
"What the—?!"
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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?"
