Lin Yu moved much faster than Ye Mengfu.
With permission granted,
he had already neatly removed his armor in just over ten seconds.
To avoid appearing too eager,
Lin Yu deliberately waited a moment before approaching the bed.
Gazing at the shy beauty under the covers,
his mischievous impulses flared up again.
...
Ye Mengfu, buried under the blanket, felt as though several minutes had passed.
Yet there was still no movement beside her.
Had Lin Yu changed his mind? Was he not coming after all?
Staying under the covers in her pajamas
was making her unbearably warm!
Carefully, she lifted a corner of the blanket, keeping her eyes shut,
and asked softly:
"Lin Yu, are... are you done changing?"
Silence followed her question.
Ye Mengfu: "???"
Where was he?
Why was there no sound at all?
Surrounded by darkness and utter quiet,
the unease of being left in an unfamiliar situation slowly turned into panic.
She warned:
"I... I'm opening my eyes now?"
Again, there was no response.
Ye Mengfu slowly opened her eyes and looked up.
The next moment—
"Whoosh—"
The blanket was flung into the air before her eyes.
Immediately after,
the cool breeze from the motion brushed against her nightgown.
By the time she realized what was happening,
the mattress trembled beneath shifting weight.
Her legs were completely seized by the intruder under the covers.
"Ah— Mm!"
In emergencies,
timid people instinctively think...
the safest place is under the covers!
Ye Mengfu was no exception.
She quickly pulled the blanket back over her head.
But her tugging and Lin Yu's lifting created an odd synergy—
on the bouncy mattress, a brief... "blanket roof" formed!
Then, in a flash—
the man was right beside her under the covers!
"Mm!!"
Ye Mengfu didn’t get a clear look at Lin Yu’s face.
The image flickered past,
leaving only the memory of his hands grazing her skin.
She had just burrowed back in when she immediately scrambled out again,
pressing down on the blanket with her arms
as if sheer force could seal Lin Yu inside.
Little did she know,
this wouldn’t "trap" him at all—
it only encouraged the "blanket monster’s" mischief!
When vision is blocked,
the body’s sense of touch sharpens intensely.
Every tiny shift of Lin Yu’s hands sent signals straight to Ye Mengfu’s brain.
Stay calm... stay calm...
Hadn’t she prepared for this?
This was just a natural step for couples in love...
Nothing to fear. Lin Yu was gentle. He would—
"Pfft!"
...What was he even doing under there?
Ye Mengfu froze completely,
only feeling something skimming along her waist.
The last line of defense around her hips
seemed to be slipping away.
Soon,
she faced the truth:
Not "seemed"—it was happening.
She knew the difference between coverage and exposure!
Once the barrier pooled at her knees,
Lin Yu lightly tapped her leg, lifting and lowering it gently.
Ye Mengfu: "..."
So... he wanted her to help?
To fully remove the obstacle?
If she complied,
what purpose would her nightgown even serve?
At best, it’d just set the mood!
It wasn’t that she wanted to refuse Lin Yu.
But...
her nerves were too frayed.
Her limbs wouldn’t obey—locked in place.
Not quite cramping,
but the effect was the same.
Overwhelming emotions, good or bad,
left girls like Ye Mengfu utterly helpless.
This, of course,
was something Lin Yu noticed as he prepared to advance.
Such a sweet, considerate Mengfu—
if she stayed this tense during such an important moment,
the memory would be far from perfect.
He left the last barrier at her knees for now,
then moved upward...
The "blanket creature" emerged from the covers near her pillow,
free at last.
Before Ye Mengfu could shy away or avoid his gaze,
he gently pulled her into his arms.
"Don’t be nervous. Don’t be scared."
"I’ll hold you until you relax..."
"If you’re still tense today, I’ll just keep holding you. Nothing more."
"Even if we do nothing but this,"
"I’d still feel at peace."
These words
made Ye Mengfu forget that Lin Yu was the source of her nerves.
Now, his embrace felt incredibly safe.
Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him, clinging tightly.
"What do you usually do when you’re nervous, Mengfu?"
Lin Yu softly patted her back,
his touch now tender, not teasing.
"Usually... I just space out."
Lin Yu chuckled.
Ha! Wasn’t that just freezing in fear?
Clearly, waiting for her to suggest solutions was pointless—
he’d have to ease her tension himself.
He reached for the remote on the nightstand
and turned on the TV across the bed.
"This concludes our live coverage..."
The TV’s noise immediately caught Ye Mengfu’s attention.
She glanced up, but the awkward angle strained her neck,
so she settled back into Lin Yu’s arms.
After a few seconds,
she peeked again...
She’d hoped TV would ease the tension,
but didn’t dare ask him to let go.
Rather than trouble him, she troubled her neck instead.
Adorably foolish.
"Let’s prop up the pillows and sit to watch?"
"But I’m keeping an arm around you—no escaping!"
Ye Mengfu bit her lip and nodded obediently.
Lin Yu adjusted their pillows to a comfortable height
and flipped channels for a show or movie.
Then, on one station,
a familiar transition song grabbed his attention—
"Don’t tell me forever, forever~~"
Followed by
the golden title: The Storm Riders.
Lin Yu: "Mengfu, have you seen this drama?"
Ye Mengfu nodded. "Mhm... it’s good."
Lin Yu: "Then let’s watch this together."
He pulled her close again.
As the opening credits faded,
a man with wild hair and chains appeared in a ruined temple.
Cut to—
A girl in pink clothes rushed in after him.
"Brother Jian Chen? How did you also get captured by Duan Lang?"
"Miss Chu Chu, don't touch me!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Hiss!
This plot twist...
Brilliant!
...
(Second update for today. There will be an additional chapter later tonight—it might be a bit late, but it’s guaranteed!)
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!
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
