Thoroughly dumbfounded by the overwhelming "rules of the game," Lin Yu stood up on his own.
He began searching the floor for the pill he had just tossed away.
The more effortlessly cool he had appeared while throwing it earlier,
the more pathetically awkward he looked now, crouched and scrambling to find it.
He accepted it. He endured it.
In someone else’s dream, he had to play by their rules.
Damn, Nurse Xia was truly no ordinary woman.
Lin Yu’s night vision came in handy during the search.
It didn’t take long before he successfully retrieved the pill.
Before his rebirth,
in pursuit of the ultimate experience and cost-performance ratio,
this little thing had been a staple in his arsenal—its effects were outstanding.
But in the dream world? What kind of impact would it have…
Lin Yu had no clue!
Wasn’t it all up to Nurse Xia’s whims?
After picking up the pill and dusting it off, Lin Yu didn’t waste time hesitating—he popped it straight into his mouth.
It was just a dream, after all.
Who cared about understanding the rules? Just go for it!
"Yiwei, I think you’re right," he said.
"People shouldn’t run from reality. If you’re sick, you need treatment."
"I’ve seen this pill online before—apparently, it takes effect in fifteen minutes."
"So now we just… What the hell?"
When Lin Yu turned around again,
Xia Yiwei had already vanished from the hospital chair and reappeared by the foldable bed.
She still wore her perfectly fitted nurse’s coat, her cap still in place.
But the fishnet stockings exposed under the moonlight, their grid-like patterns framing patches of snowy skin, effortlessly stoked the deepest desires in his heart.
Xia Yiwei was no nurse.
She was a selfless, benevolent bodhisattva in the flesh!
Lin Yu hadn’t been wrong.
These clothes? They were part of his "treatment."
And this method of healing…
Unconventional.
But undeniably effective!
Who could resist the gradual wardrobe changes on that foldable bed?
In the real world,
Lin Yu would’ve stopped her from changing into a second outfit.
Noticing the intensity in Lin Yu’s gaze,
Xia Yiwei crooked a finger at him and said,
"Come here, Xiao Yu."
"Don’t rush. Take your time."
"Most people might feel the effects in fifteen minutes, but you’re sick, after all."
"Half an hour, even an hour—it doesn’t matter. Tonight’s just an experimental treatment. As long as there’s a little… ‘progress,’ we’ll call it a success."
Lin Yu: "…"
At that last line from Nurse Xia,
Lin Yu instantly understood.
Tonight, he was doomed.
Completely and utterly at the mercy of the "rules of the game."
Want to ride wild and free?
Sorry.
Treatment comes first.
What could he even say…
The rules were hers…
If he wanted to play, he had to follow her lead…
But even if his "internal strength" was crippled, he still had his "external techniques"!
He couldn’t let Nurse Xia get too cocky.
Lin Yu walked to the foldable bed and sat beside Xia Yiwei.
"Thank you, Yiwei-jie," he said.
"I really didn’t know who else to turn to for something like this."
"Thank you for being willing to help me… and for going this far."
"This is actually my first time seeing fishnet stockings up close…"
Xia Yiwei blinked.
In the darkness—though far from silent—her eyes shone brilliantly, captivating.
Every time they met, Lin Yu would end up fuming because of her sharp tongue.
He’d never had the chance to calmly, properly appreciate Nurse Xia until now.
At this moment,
free from the fear of her disdain, he could truly admire her.
Nurse Xia’s eyes were mesmerizing.
She studied him in return, then slowly said,
"How could it be your first time?"
"Last time at the hospital, didn’t you tear a pair right off?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Her memory was this sharp?
Even in a dream, she remembered everything that happened outside?
Any attempt to rebuild his "pure college boy" persona was instantly shattered.
Exposed in seconds.
Ah, whatever.
Pretending was exhausting anyway.
Since that was the case…
Might as well be himself.
"Yiwei, you’ve seen my situation," he said.
"I’m practically your half-master, right? I even beat up your sister for you."
"Hope you can help your master through this recovery phase."
Then, with solemn sincerity, he added:
"May I… touch your legs now?"
Xia Yiwei’s lips curled.
That smile—Lin Yu knew it all too well!
It was the same expression she wore every time she drove him mad.
Just as he expected,
Xia Yiwei replied with a radiant grin:
"Oh ho?"
"Just now, you were calling me ‘Yiwei-jie,’ acting all innocent."
"But now you’re pulling out the ‘little master’ card?"
"When it comes to being shameless, Little Master, you really are in a league of your own."
"First, confess—how many times have you imagined me in your head… even if your body can’t keep up?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Here we go again!
A different flavor of venom compared to Antique Sister.
He seriously wanted to rush to the medical room, grab a needle and thread, and sew her mouth shut.
The same words,
coming from another girl, might’ve carried a playful, teasing tone.
But from Xia Yiwei’s mouth?
Lin Yu only heard pure provocation.
Before his frustration could boil over,
Xia Yiwei casually draped her fishnet-clad leg over his lap.
"Relax, Little Master. You’ve helped me before—I haven’t forgotten."
"Don’t hold back. Go ahead. It’s not like… anything unexpected will happen."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Now he finally understood.
Why, in Xia Yiwei’s subconscious, she’d saddled him with this particular "condition."
Probably,
after all those past one-on-one clashes where Lin Yu had always overpowered her,
Xia Yiwei had spent her time brainstorming…
what "cruel" method she could use to torment him in return.
If she couldn’t win in a fight,
she’d resort to another approach to gain the upper hand.
And so…
this scene was born.
Just as Xia Yiwei had said,
the sensation of Nurse Xia’s flawless skin sent Lin Yu’s mind reeling.
But his body remained an unresponsive wasteland, devoid of life.
Resisting the "rules of the game" was clearly impossible.
Since things had come to this,
might as well leave an unforgettable impression on Nurse Xia in her own dream.
Xia Yiwei was the first person bold enough to place her leg in his lap!
The upgraded version of his [Charm Bone Artistry Fingers]—Lin Yu had never used it on anyone else.
Today, Nurse Xia would be its first lucky recipient in her dream!
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.
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
