[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Reviewing cherished memories together as a couple leaves your partner flustered!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones]
All talk and no action?
Backing out after meeting in person?
Lin Yu wouldn’t stand for it!
He gently poked Chi Qingshui’s fair cheek:
"Qingshui, isn’t it time to fulfill that promise you made back then?"
Chi Qingshui buried her face even lower:
"What promise? That was just... a joke..."
"You were the one who said all those... shameless things first!"
Oh, really?
Now she dared to pin all the spicy talk on Lin Yu alone!
Lin Yu kept poking her cheek.
Chi Qingshui ducked her head further.
Poke.
Duck.
Poke.
Duck again.
The room wasn’t that big—where could she even run?
Lin Yu feigned urgency:
"Qingshui, aren’t you moving too fast? We can’t kiss there yet!"
Chi Qingshui: "???"
After a moment of processing, she realized—
With each successive duck, her position had somehow inched dangerously close to...
"I wasn’t!!"
Chi Qingshui bolted upright.
Seizing the moment, Lin Yu steadied her by the shoulders and guided her back against the pillow.
Their eyes met.
From Lin Yu’s gaze, Chi Qingshui instantly understood his next move.
Her heart raced wildly, and she instinctively tried to turn her face away—
But remembering how she’d nearly lost him today...
The overwhelming relief and newfound preciousness of having him back made resistance impossible.
Slowly, she turned her face toward him again.
Eyes downcast, she whispered:
"Just... one."
That stammered permission was all it took.
A fierce battle of "mwahs," "mmphs," and messy kisses erupted—
Far more lingering and entangled than that wartime snapshot with Lv Rou.
Every sensation they’d ever texted about?
Lin Yu made sure to cover them all.
Three minutes later...
As Chi Qingshui melted bonelessly against him, he confirmed—the ears!
Specifically, the spot behind them.
But Lin Yu wasn’t rushing.
Having identified the weak point, he didn’t press the advantage.
Scaring her now would ruin his long-term campaign plans.
He propped her up against the pillow again, smoothing her disheveled bangs.
Chi Qingshui’s eyes shimmered like she was dreaming.
Equally ruffled were her shirt and breathing—
At times, she held her breath so tightly she nearly passed out.
Near the end, she’d even felt something serpentine slithering beneath her T-shirt...
Too weak to resist—or perhaps too swept up to want to.
"Wh-what time is it? Shouldn’t we head back?"
"Hah..."
Her mind had officially entered idle mode,
slowly losing all sense of time.
Lin Yu flashed his phone screen:
"Only fifteen minutes in. Did you really think I’d let you escape so easily?"
"Let’s keep reliving our memories."
With a light tug, he pulled little Qingshui back into his arms.
She couldn’t believe it.
Fifteen minutes?
It felt like hours had passed!
[Lin Yu: Just a classmate I partnered with for the assignment. Is wifey jealous? (mwah)]
[Dreaming Rain: (close-up of legs)]
[Dreaming Rain: Hmph! So long and fair~ Not jealous at all!]
"Lin Yu: My wife is the prettiest (drooling)."
"Chen Meng Tingyu: Pfft, as if you could touch her."
"Lin Yu: You never know."
"……"
"Qingshui, gotta say, they’re really white and long."
"And the texture is great too—at first, it felt like touching ice."
"But now… why does it feel more like a warm water bottle?"
Lin Yu teased as he glanced at his petite girlfriend in his arms.
Chi Qingshui clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound.
Afraid that if she opened her mouth, something embarrassing might slip out.
She regretted being so bold in those WeChat messages earlier.
Now, every single chat log had become Lin Yu’s "evidence" to "punish" her.
And Lin Yu—what was so great about legs anyway? Why did he have to touch them so meticulously…?
From bottom to top, over and over, stirring up a strange, indescribable sensation in her.
Lin Yu: "Next up, we’ve got the chats about your figure, huh?"
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
The conversation about her body…
That was way more intense than the previous ones!
"Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!"
Chi Qingshui lunged frantically for Lin Yu’s phone.
But no matter how she pounced, Lin Yu always stayed one step ahead, effortlessly moving the phone out of reach.
Even when it seemed inches away, she couldn’t snatch it.
Instead, after hopping around like a frantic bunny, she lost her footing—
and tumbled toward the edge of the bed.
"Ah—!"
Of course, a fall like this was nothing for Lin Yu.
Just as Chi Qingshui’s head was about to hit the floor upside down,
Lin Yu perfectly timed it—grabbing her legs and holding her steady.
Saving her from a painful faceplant.
But with her balance gone and half her body dangling,
Chi Qingshui flailed her arms wildly, trying to brace against the floor.
Yet in this awkward position, she couldn’t reach it properly.
Instead, her soft cotton T-shirt slid further down in the struggle,
until it draped over her face.
"Wah—!"
"Lin Yu, don’t look!"
The sudden exposure of skin to air made her realize what was happening.
Lin Yu could’ve caught her faster, preventing this situation entirely.
But well…
He knew the importance of perfect timing.
The T-shirt slipping this far?
Lin Yu had subtly helped it along.
"White, huh? Qingshui, your taste is pretty traditional."
Hearing Lin Yu’s teasing, Chi Qingshui desperately grabbed the hem of her shirt, trying to pull it back up.
But the moment she made even the slightest move, Lin Yu loosened his grip just enough—
Making her panic and let go, bracing against the floor again in fear.
"Qingshui, stop squirming. How am I supposed to pull you up like this?"
Someone as reserved as little Qingshui…
Needed a little trickery to truly be tamed.
Back and forth it went.
Her shirt stayed stubbornly out of place, and Chi Qingshui finally gave up, exhausted.
She let Lin Yu’s gaze roam freely.
Even after being gently pulled back onto the bed,
she kept the shirt clutched over her face.
If she couldn’t see it, maybe the embarrassment wouldn’t feel real.
But then—
A sneaky hand crept around to her back.
With a single practiced flick—
She felt a sudden looseness in front.
Now truly, thoroughly… exposed.

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?!

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.”

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!