Hearing the message on his phone, Lin Yu felt an inexplicable sting in his nose...
Success!
The stubborn little academic genius had finally opened her heart completely!
Lin Yu casually tossed his phone aside, watching as it vanished into thin air mid-flight.
He turned and strode back with purpose.
At that moment.
Chi Qingshui stood by the dining table, phone in hand.
Tearfully staring at the screen, she then lifted her gaze with a pitiful pout.
Her eyes met Lin Yu’s as he hurried down the hallway straight toward her.
"Lin Yu, I—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu pulled her into a tight embrace.
In that instant,
Chi Qingshui felt a peace like never before.
All hesitation melted away.
She clung to Lin Yu with equal fervor, returning his warmth.
Lin Yu didn’t push for anything more.
They simply held each other, savoring the moment.
The embrace lasted so long, time itself seemed to blur.
When Lin Yu finally loosened his arms, the scene around them had shifted—
Now they stood on a rain-drenched alleyway, hand in hand,
Their footsteps echoing on moonlit cobblestones.
Streetlamps cast hazy halos of warm light.
A scene so dreamlike, it could only exist in fantasies.
A girl’s mood really does change fast!
Noticing Chi Qingshui’s thin clothing, Lin Yu’s mind raced...
"Qingshui, you might catch a cold like this."
"How about we find somewhere warm to rest for a while?"
"Together."
As he spoke,
His gaze drifted unconsciously toward his petite girlfriend.
Legs so slender they seemed to glow,
A waist so tiny he’d easily encircled it with his arms earlier.
Though her face and figure were identical to Little Chi’s,
Standing beside her now felt entirely different.
Was it her aura?
Who knew.
In his past life, he’d been a fool—blind to such a delicate treasure by his side.
But in this life?
He’d treasure her properly!
Watching Chi Qingshui’s hesitant expression,
Lin Yu exaggeratedly rubbed his hands and arms, pretending to shiver.
In dreams,
Everyone’s guard drops instinctively.
If he couldn’t even charm his girlfriend here,
Reality stood no chance.
Outwardly, his "I’m freezing" act was flawless.
Internally?
Hold it together—don’t laugh yet!
Sure enough,
Chi Qingshui’s expression softened.
She glanced at the medicinal patch on her wrist,
Still radiating comforting warmth.
"Okay... let’s find somewhere warm."
"But Lin Yu... we can’t... not today..."
Lin Yu took her hand, cradling it in his.
"I know what you mean. Don’t worry—just resting, warming up."
"I won’t overstep without your consent."
Chi Qingshui met his earnest gaze, instantly understanding. Her eyes darted away with a flustered nod.
This time, her shifting emotions reshaped the dreamscape.
They materialized in a cramped, dated motel room,
Furnished with just a single bed.
His frugal little girlfriend...
Even in dreams, she couldn’t splurge on a decent hotel?
Modern youth weren’t all this strapped!
Clearly, those dramas she watched had stunted her imagination.
Maybe he should flood her with CEO romance clips to broaden her horizons.
"Let me dry your hair?"
Chi Qingshui produced a vintage silver-and-black hairdryer—
The kind Lin Yu half-expected might shoot sparks.
Still,
He wouldn’t pass up this domestic bliss.
Warm air flowed gently as her cool fingertips occasionally brushed his skin.
An intoxicating contrast...
Suddenly—
Lin Yu’s chest tightened.
What... what was this?
A foreboding sense of impending absurdity?
Right on cue—
CRASH!
A speeding truck plowed through the window,
Sending Lin Yu airborne.
Mid-flight, he clearly saw "Da Yun" emblazoned on the grille.
Chi Qingshui’s scream echoed:
"No—!"
Seconds later,
Lin Yu jolted awake in his bedroom.
Gazing at the empty room, the phantom pain faded.
He let out a dry chuckle.
Heh.
Damn it.
Some tragedies were too stupid for words.
Forced dramatic endings? Fine.
But at least make it plausible!
Reborn after dying between a woman’s thighs,
Only to get truck-kun’d in a dream?
After five full minutes of stunned silence,
Lin Yu flopped back down.
Whatever.
The groundwork was laid.
Not sealing the deal at the motel preserved his gentlemanly image.
What dreams left unfinished...
Reality would handle.
The night was long, and sweet dreams came in batches.
He still had a mountain rendezvous with his antique-loving senior.
Guess the fire stoked by his girlfriend...
Would be quenched by Tang Yimian instead.
With her sleep-enhancing presence,
Lin Yu slipped effortlessly back into dreams.
"Hey, dumbass Lin Yu! What’s your game?"
"You promised photos! The sun’s setting, and you drag me to this sketchy park grotto?"
"And—why are you eyeing me like that? You creep!"
Before the dreamscape fully materialized,
Shen Buyao’s sharp voice pierced through.
When his vision cleared,
Lin Yu froze, breath catching.
There she stood—ethereal in flowing red-and-white robes,
The breeze lifting a corner like drifting clouds at sunset.
The inner gown burned crimson, pure as captured twilight.
The outer sheer gauze shimmered with silver-cloud embroidery.
In her hand rested an ancient sword engraved:
"Purple Green Sword."
This...
This was the iconic attire of the Goddess of Twilight.
On Shen Buyao, it looked tailor-made.
As if the heavens had woven it just for her.
Unless today’s plan was...
Defiling a celestial being atop this fake mountain!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?"
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...
