How could that be?
Shu Yunyi was certain she didn’t have smelly feet, so her reaction was exaggerated.
Yet Shen Yi was fanning his nose, his tone dead serious,
"Don’t believe me? Then smell for yourself."
Now even Shu Yunyi began to doubt herself. She recalled standing all day,
wearing socks and shoes—maybe they really had trapped some odor.
Half-convinced, she sat up slightly, curled her leg, and brought her foot close to her nose for a sniff.
The moment she did, realization struck.
It wasn’t entirely odorless, but it was nowhere near as bad as Shen Yi had made it seem.
"Hahahaha!"
"You fell for it."
Shen Yi had already burst into laughter the moment Shu Yunyi lowered her head.
Shu Yunyi, torn between annoyance and amusement, scolded him with a laugh:
"You... you’re so childish, so ridiculous!"
Still unsatisfied, she kicked him twice more, grumbling,
"Since you tricked me, you’re punished—massage my legs."
"Your wish is my command."
Shen Yi chuckled, obliging as he began kneading her calves.
"Ow—!"
The moment his hands touched her, Shu Yunyi sucked in a sharp breath, wincing.
"Be gentler!"
"Gentle won’t help. This is lactic acid buildup—you need to work it out."
Shen Yi tapped her fair, soft calf for emphasis.
What followed was a session that left Shu Yunyi grimacing and contorting, every expression worthy of a meme.
She gave up on her phone, her toes curling like twisted dough, pleading for mercy.
Shen Yi ignored her protests, pretending not to hear until the knots were finally loosened.
Tears welled in Shu Yunyi’s eyes, her lips pressed tight, reduced to whimpers.
The mix of soreness and pain was torture, a relentless cycle of agony.
"Whew..."
When Shen Yi finally stopped, Shu Yunyi exhaled deeply, collapsing limply.
"That should do it. You’ve been active lately, plus all that standing today."
"Everyone goes through this when they start exercising—it’s normal."
Shen Yi casually shook her leg, relaxed.
Shu Yunyi couldn’t even muster a reply, sprawled on the sofa with her phone propped on her chest, half-watching a drama.
After resting for a while, she gradually caught her breath.
Now well-fed and fully relaxed, another kind of craving slowly stirred within her.
The drama lost her attention, so she turned it off.
Her mouth tingled, her heart fluttering.
Sitting up, she tugged at her hair, letting the high bun unravel into cascading waves.
The loose strands softened her mature makeup, instantly shaving years off her appearance.
Shen Yi glanced up from his phone, studying her.
"What’s up?"
Shu Yunyi answered with a sultry look.
She stood, walked to the window, and drew the curtains. Turning back with a sidelong smirk, she purred,
"Come. Follow me to the bedroom."
Grabbing his arm, she dragged him toward the room, muttering,
"You ignored me earlier? Well, tonight I’ll make you beg for mercy."
Petty as ever, she was determined to repay him for the earlier torment.
Seated on the bed, their eyes locked—the battle was imminent.
Clothes slipped to the floor one by one, revealing a figure like polished jade, breathtaking enough to steal one’s breath.
"Where’s the... thing?"
"In... the drawer..."
Much later.
"Begging yet?"
"I surrender, I give up!"
Shu Yunyi lay beside Shen Yi, whispering weakly.
Her record tonight: 0 wins, 3 losses. Pride was no longer an option.
Shen Yi snorted but spared her further teasing, simply pulling her close to stroke her smooth back.
Catching her breath, Shu Yunyi basked in the quiet aftermath.
In the hush of night, buried emotions surfaced. Suddenly, she spoke:
"Xiao Yi... I only have about forty years left..."
Knowing one’s lifespan breeds dread—like being forced onto a fixed path.
No matter what, the end looms ahead, leaving no detours.
Shu Yunyi knew she was lucky, yet greed lingered—for more time, more moments with the one she loved.
Shen Yi understood. He patted her back, soothing her.
"Don’t overthink it."
"That prediction was based on your old habits—poor sleep, heavy drinking."
"Now you’ve quit alcohol and exercise regularly. Things will be different."
Turning to face her, he cupped her cheek, teasing,
"Worrying like this? Even the man from Qi didn’t fret so much. Leave tomorrow’s problems for tomorrow’s you."
"If you spend every day anxious, how will you enjoy the years ahead?"
Shu Yunyi nodded, aware her mindset was skewed.
"True, but..."
She knew the logic, yet one reason went unspoken.
The root was their age gap—nearly a decade apart.
She couldn’t shake the melancholy of "I was born too soon, you too late."
This wasn’t paranoia. In her past life, she’d aged past fifty. Despite care, time had dulled her beauty.
Shen Yi, though? Time seemed to skip him.
Even pretending to be older, he looked barely thirty.
How could she not worry?
The deeper the love, the harder to let go—a vicious cycle.
With a sigh, she conceded one point: overthinking was futile.
Decades from now could wait for the future her.
Pushing aside her thoughts, she changed the subject:
"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon..."
"Xiao Yi, let’s find a spot to admire the moon, okay?"
Moon-viewing was tradition, though modern skies often hid it, requiring careful planning.
"Sure."
Shen Yi agreed casually.
He pictured it—mooncakes, tea, just the two of them under the moonlight. Perfect.
Business settled, Shu Yunyi studied Shen Yi’s silent profile.
Shoulders straight, chest lifted, she gathered her hair, then shot him a smoldering glance, twisting her waist slightly.
Revived after their earlier bout, she felt ready for round two.
Another challenge was issued.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ave】 Shen Qingling was a man with peerless looks, a cunning mind, and the ability to play both the aloof noble and the innocent sweetheart—a master of seduction who could outplay any player. But after an untimely death, he found himself bound to a system and transmigrated into the tragic "true young master" of a melodramatic novel. In the original story, his childhood sweetheart treated him as a backup plan, his fiancée swore to break off their engagement for the sake of the "fake young master," and his own sister saw him as the family's disgrace. He was nothing more than a rat everyone wanted to stomp on. System 077: "Your mission is to change the original fate and conquer the goddesses." Shen Qingling: "Thanks for the invite. If seduction had tiers, I’d be max level." His childhood sweetheart knelt, begging for forgiveness: "Qingling, I was wrong. Please give me another chance." His ex-fiancée refused to marry anyone else: "Shen Qingling, I was blind before. In this life, I’ll marry no one but you." A yandere CEO went mad for love: "Shen Qingling, you can only like me. I’ll stop at nothing to make you mine!" His green-tea sister clung to him daily: "Brother, look at me, won’t you? I’m more obedient than them—I love you the most~" At first, they scorned and trampled on him. Later, they burned themselves like moths to a flame, all for his sake. His looks were his weapon, his sweet words the bait—heroines obsessed over him, villains turned to madness for him. Shen Qingling became a true male siren, igniting battlefield after battlefield of women fighting for his affection. Years later, when System 077—now one of the elites—was asked how to become as outstanding as it, it lazily exhaled a smoke ring and replied: "Just know how to cheer ‘666’ at the right time."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
