A corner of a university cafeteria brimming with nostalgic charm.
Chen Qimeng and Lin Yu sat side by side at the table.
She lowered her head, eating nervously, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Yu beside her.
Every time she looked over,
Lin Yu was leaning on the table, watching her with gentle attention.
"Xiao Yu, why aren’t you eating?" Chen Qimeng asked suspiciously.
Lin Yu smiled in response:
"It’s not as good as what you make."
The world in the dream was an intertwining of fantasy and reality.
Though both were university students,
Lin Yu’s words didn’t strike Chen Qimeng as odd—instead, they felt... sweet?
"After... class this afternoon, I’ll buy groceries and cook for you at home," Chen Qimeng replied.
But then Lin Yu suddenly took her hand, making her heartbeat race again.
"Sure. This time, will you soak your feet on the bed or the chair?"
At these words,
Chen Qimeng couldn’t bring herself to meet Lin Yu’s eyes.
Unconsciously, she rested her forehead against his shoulder:
"Xiao Yu, I’m much older than you. Don’t you...?"
Lin Yu stroked her silky hair:
"What does age matter? Do you really not like me at all?"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu cupped Chen Qimeng’s face, lifting it gently toward him.
Watching Lin Yu’s face draw closer, Chen Qimeng suddenly felt a wave of weightlessness.
...
Chen Qimeng jolted awake in bed.
"Xiao Yu! Don’t—!"
It took her a moment to realize where she was.
Rubbing her forehead, she let out a long sigh.
So it was just a dream?
No wonder Xiao Yu had appeared in her university.
How foolish.
Why would she have such a dream tonight?
Was it really because she’d been alone for too long?
She had long given up fantasies about men—wasn’t being alone just fine?
And besides,
how could it have been Xiao Yu!
It must have been because of what happened after she got home that night.
Chen Qimeng: "..."
Strangely,
after realizing it was a dream,
the frustration and embarrassment didn’t linger long.
Instead, a deep sense of loneliness and regret took their place.
If she were younger, like the other girls in the apartment, what kind of feelings would she have for Xiao Yu?
Chen Qimeng abruptly sat up: "!!!"
What on earth was she thinking just now?!
That was Xiao Yu.
They were only family.
And... they could only ever be family.
...
In the bedroom of the young artist Ye Mengfu,
the dream world was entirely different.
A drizzly city street, the temperature dropping suddenly.
Ye Mengfu had deliberately dressed lightly—a white-and-pink striped crop top and shorts that accentuated her figure and legs.
Standing in the fine rain without an umbrella,
she rubbed her arms and hands, blowing warm air into her palms to stave off the chill.
The contrast between cold and warmth made her breath visible in faint, misty puffs—so vivid and tangible.
"Xiao Fu."
The next moment,
a familiar voice called from behind.
Lin Yu, dressed in long sleeves and pants, quickly stepped in front of her.
With a scolding tone, he said:
"Why dress so lightly in this cold? What if you get sick?"
Ye Mengfu: "I’m sorr—"
Hearing his words, she instinctively started to apologize.
But then,
remembering Lin Yu had once told her they didn’t need apologies between them, she stopped herself.
Ye Mengfu lowered her head, wanting to tell Lin Yu
she’d dressed this way because... she thought he’d like it.
Yet even in the dream world, she wasn’t good at expressing herself.
Strangely,
Lin Yu was an astute partner.
"Xiao Fu, you dressed like this for me, didn’t you?"
Ye Mengfu shuddered.
Her entire body tensed in the rain.
No matter how cold the droplets were, they couldn’t extinguish the burning in her cheeks.
He... he noticed!
Lin Yu: "Thought I’d like it?"
Ye Mengfu: "..."
Immediately after,
Lin Yu’s warm jacket draped over Ye Mengfu’s shoulders,
wrapping her snugly within it.
At the same time,
his arms encircled her.
The moment she fell into his embrace,
the cold vanished instantly.
Warmth spread from her body straight to her heart.
Lin Yu: "Xiao Fu, are you an idiot?"
Ye Mengfu: "N-no, I’m not..."
Lin Yu whispered by her ear:
"The weather’s too bad for shopping now."
"Let’s find somewhere warm to chat... just the two of us. Okay?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Wasn’t this the kind of scene often seen in romance comics?
Young lovers caught in the rain.
And then...
A dimly lit room, white sheets, white blankets, white pillows...
Just a few soft strokes of the pen could capture the atmosphere of that little space.
Was this really about to happen to her?
And with Lin Yu, of all people...
Ye Mengfu peeked up at him.
Instantly, she met Lin Yu’s intense gaze.
Ye Mengfu: "Mm..."
The overcast sky,
as if responding to her answer,
parted slightly.
In a daze,
a golden beam of sunlight broke through,
illuminating the young couple.
...
5:30 a.m.
Lin Yu’s bedroom.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—secretly rendezvousing with your soul cultivation partner in a dream, engaging in sweet spiritual cultivation!]
[Reward: 100 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—your dream encounter left the acting sect leader lost in romantic fantasies!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu sat up in bed, his mind unusually clear.
He couldn’t help muttering:
"That’s it?"
"Both of you were so well-behaved even in dreams?"
"At least be a little bolder, a little wilder with me!"
After just a few hours of sleep,
Lin Yu made a startling discovery.
The upgraded Dreamwalk Technique now had a "shared dream" effect.
He could actively participate in the dream worlds of Chen Qimeng and Ye Mengfu.
However, at his current level, he couldn’t control the dreamscapes.
Whatever world they conjured, he simply appeared in it.
What amazed him was this:
The versions of him in their dreams were projections of his true consciousness.
His actions were entirely his own.
This was true dreamwalking!
Or rather, walking into dual "dreams."
The sheer exhilaration of the experience filled Lin Yu with immense anticipation for the Dreamwalk Technique’s potential.
If this was just the intermediate level, what about advanced?
And beyond that—was there a max level?
If he could enter the dreams of all his sect companions, freely shaping the dreamscapes without waking them...
Wouldn’t that make him omnipotent?
He’d truly become a "god" of the dream world!
...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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!
