"Whoosh..."
The fleeting glimpse of a double full moon was swiftly concealed by Chi Qingshui.
Pressed down by her legs, she barely managed to prop herself up on her elbows.
In a flustered voice, she stammered:
"Lin Yu, you... you..."
Lin Yu looked at his right hand and said:
"How lucky—got it open in one try."
"In movies, it always takes forever to undo."
"I was just teasing you earlier, but who knew... it came loose so easily!"
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Was... was that really it?
Just a playful joke that accidentally unlocked a new view?
Seriously!
Is luck always on his side?
He’s practically taking all the advantages!
Too bad.
Given Chi Qingshui’s limited experience, she didn’t realize:
Luck?
That’s just a humble way for the skilled to downplay their prowess.
Nothing more, just pure practice.
Lin Yu flopped onto the blanket, landing right beside Little Qingshui.
Even after such an awkward moment,
when Lin Yu glanced over, Chi Qingshui didn’t feel embarrassed.
Instead...
she wanted to meet his gaze.
Outside the window, rain pattered softly; inside, the room was hushed.
What pairs best with a rainy day?
Of course, it’s the company of someone you love.
Even better if there’s a little private space just for the two of you.
Unconsciously, Chi Qingshui inched closer.
Her forehead lightly bumped against Lin Yu’s face—
like an indignant pout, or a playful nudge.
Nuzzling against him, she giggled sweetly.
Lin Yu held her waist and whispered in her ear:
"Qingshui, can I... take another look?"
Chi Qingshui hurriedly tugged at the hem of her T-shirt:
"N-no way! That was just an accident—forget it, quick!"
Lin Yu tilted his head, pressing his forehead against hers:
"Can’t forget. It’s burned into my mind now."
"Blame your figure for being too good—that’s why I..."
Before he could finish,
Chi Qingshui clamped a hand over his mouth:
"Don’t say it! Don’t you dare!"
Such bold words—Lin Yu delivered them without a hint of shame,
while she blushed furiously.
The next moment—
"Eek!!"
Chi Qingshui felt something akin to "Tsunade’s summoning creature" take a playful nip.
Startled, she yanked her hand back.
After a glance at her palm, she realized what had happened and hammered Lin Yu’s shoulder in flustered outrage.
Lin Yu just grinned, utterly unrepentant.
Then, with sudden seriousness, he reasoned:
"Qingshui, I just think... a moment like this, with perfect timing and privacy, might never come again."
"Things couples in love can do—today might be our only chance."
"Once we’re back at the apartment, it won’t be just our world anymore."
"So... humor me a little, okay?"
Chi Qingshui: "..."
For some reason,
his words made her heart tremble and her nose sting.
It... kinda made sense.
When a girl gets sentimental,
everything sounds three parts logic, seven parts emotion.
Thinking it over...
Well, he’s already seen it, right?
Between a boyfriend and girlfriend, especially in the heat of youth,
a few embarrassing little secrets should be normal, no?
Besides,
normal or not—
judging by the look in Lin Yu’s eyes, one thing was certain:
He genuinely wanted to see!
Chi Qingshui clenched her hands, fingers twisting as she murmured:
"W-what exactly do you want me to do...?"
Lin Yu bolted upright.
Immediately taking charge, he instructed from above:
"Relax. Close your eyes. Leave the rest to me."
Chi Qingshui’s lashes fluttered, but she obeyed.
The moment she shut them, fear made her peek again:
"O-only one..."
She meant to say "one look,"
but reconsidered and amended:
"...one minute."
Lin Yu gently stroked her cheek:
"Don’t worry. Just one minute."
...
Three minutes later.
"Ring-ring, ring-ring!"
"Ring-ring, ring-ring!"
"..."
"Lin Yu, please—let go! It’s my WeChat call!"
Chi Qingshui covered her face,
too mortified to even glance at the scene before her.
If only she hadn’t given Lin Yu free rein!
He promised just to look!
For Lin Yu, though—
Let go?
Not a chance.
He was determined to "hold firm like an unyielding mountain, no matter the wind from east or west."
First, he’d plant a few vivid little blossoms in his private garden.
Even days later, their marks would linger.
At the same time,
his long arms proved their worth.
Effortlessly, he reached Chi Qingshui’s phone and placed it by her hand.
"Looks like it’s Little Chi. Qingshui, maybe you should answer?"
"Little Chi’s sharp. If you ignore her, she might get suspicious!"
Lin Yu’s warning struck Chi Qingshui as sound advice.
But in this state...
Chi Qingshui: "Lin Yu, stop messing around, okay?"
Lin Yu: "Hmm? What did you call me?"
Chi Qingshui’s brow twitched:
"...Hubby, stop messing around."
That one word—
Lin Yu had waited so long for it.
He paused... for a split second.
"Beep!"
As the WeChat call connected,
he dove right back into his diligent work.
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
She wanted to protest, but didn’t dare make noise.
Little Chi’s voice already chirped through the phone:
"Big sis, weren’t you gonna check on me?"
"I sent the photo—why no response?"
Chi Qingshui took a deep breath, forcing her tone steady.
Putting on her usual haughty act, she replied:
"I saw it. Confirmed your location. No need to reply, right?"
Lin Yu’s inner thoughts:
Wow.
The young mistress really is the young mistress.
She slipped into character so fast.
That lofty, authoritative tone—
reviewing her little sister like a strict overseer—
was downright... irresistible!
One well-placed "counterattack" from Lin Yu nearly bent Chi Qingshui into a bow.
Over the phone, Little Chi continued:
"Fine, fine, you’re the best, sis."
"Is the movie over? The rain’s so heavy—where are you now?"
Chi Qingshui hesitated, took another deep breath, and answered:
"I’m at KFC... hiding from the rain."
Lin Yu mused silently:
Little Qingshui must be panicking.
If she wanted to end the call fast, why say KFC?
That’s the go-to spot for the snack-loving homebody!
"Whoa! Sis, you’re at KFC?"
"You always call it junk food and won’t let me eat there, but you’re sneaking off to enjoy it yourself!"
"Gotcha now, huh?"
Chi Qingshui’s expression was priceless:
"I-I’m not sneaking anything!"
"Little Chi, asking for a spanking?"
"Hang up... now!"
Little Chi hurriedly added:
"Wait, wait! Two more minutes, sis!"
"If you won’t bring me anything, can I call Xiao Lin?"
"Is he hiding from the rain with you too?"
...
(Bonus chapter delivered! Aiming for two more tomorrow—thanks for the support!)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
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...
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?"
