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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
