Hotel, inside the room.
The Head Maid looked at her young mistress lying on the bed, still in a state of being "soft and boneless," and fell into silence.
Xia Tongxin remained exactly as she was when Ye Cheng had left earlier—completely limp, her eyes vacant, her little mouth agape enough to see her tiny tongue, drool trailing from the corner of her lips, looking utterly foolish.
Thinking carefully, when did their young mistress start becoming like this? It seemed to be right after that strange fellow left...
The Head Maid seemed to realize something, her pupils contracting sharply!
She understood. The problem lay with that strange fellow. That strange fellow must have done something strange to their young mistress; otherwise, how could she have ended up looking like this "little simpleton"?
Although their young mistress wasn't exactly the sharpest to begin with...
The Head Maid, as if remembering something, was directly struck silent. She silently began apologizing to her young mistress lying on the large bed.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I am guilty, I deserve death. Please forgive my..."
While Xia Tongxin not being very "clever" was hardly a secret anymore, for those in their position, eating this rice meant they couldn't entertain such thoughts, let alone voice them. Even thinking was forbidden; thinking was also a sin.
Unlike the kind of stupidity that breeds annoyance, Xia Tongxin's nature leaned more towards innocence, which often made her seem a bit silly. As the Noble Lady put it, she was a "sweet, soft little cake."
Whether it was a mother's bias or not, the Noble Lady adored her daughter like this—carefree, petite, and very cute~
After a good while of earnest, prayer-like apologies, the Head Maid finally stopped and prepared to carry her young mistress to the bathroom for a nice, fragrant wash.
After all, their young mistress had now transformed from a sweet, soft little cake into a "dirty little bun."
Even though the hotel cleaning was thorough, it couldn't withstand Xia Tongxin's super invincible spiral rolling, tantrum-throwing, swinging, 360-degree all-around exercise routine. After one session, she could thrash about more than a cockroach hit with insecticide, with even greater physical exertion.
How could she not be dirty under such circumstances?
A proper wash was absolutely necessary.
Fortunately, the Head Maid had done this many times before. Washing her was quick, and their young mistress was so petite she didn't require much strength to carry.
The Head Maid picked up Xia Tongxin, who lay on the bed looking like "I'm done for," and gently began unbuttoning her clothes...
"Hmm?"
"When did the sock..."
The Head Maid placed the pink little clothes she took off Xia Tongxin to the side, neatly folded. Clothes in one pile, pants in another, socks in yet another.
This was a basic skill for any maid, let alone the Head Maid, the cream of the crop. She handled these tasks with practiced ease, flawless and pleasing to the eye.
However, as the Head Maid organized the items, she noticed something seemed off later on.
Something was missing. One sock was gone?
Head Maid: "???"
Huh?
The sock, where did it go?
The Head Maid looked at the white seamless little socks on her young mistress's feet. One foot had one, the other did not. Due to the nature of the seamless sock material, the Head Maid initially thought it had just been kicked off accidentally during her young mistress's earlier thrashing about.
After searching the entire room and finding nothing, the Head Maid's puzzlement grew. Where could the sock have gone? It couldn't have just vanished into thin air...
At this thought, the Head Maid suddenly stopped, her pupils contracting sharply. The sock, the young mistress, the limp state... and finally, that strange fellow's swift, fleeing movements.
Connecting all the dots, an answer became glaringly obvious.
Ye Cheng must have pulled his trick right at that moment!
The Head Maid searched carefully once more and finally found her young mistress's missing white seamless little sock inside the other little black leather shoe that had long been kicked off.
Head Maid: "..."
It seemed she had still underestimated the shamelessness of that strange fellow. To sneakily target their young mistress right under her nose... So shameless, such methods were utterly shameless!!!
The Head Maid's chest rose and fell with emotion. Looking at her young mistress lying on the bed, still drooling foolishly with that "I'm done for" look, a question arose in the Head Maid's mind.
Could it be... the young mistress is ticklish?
Xia Tongxin had been extremely well-protected since childhood, always personally cared for by the Noble Lady, who wouldn't let anyone else touch her. Only when Xia Tongxin was a bit older, could walk, and recognized people did the Noble Lady reluctantly allow others to hold her for a short while.
Forget about probing for any secrets; many things about Xia Tongxin were known only to the Noble Lady. The maids and bodyguards below were not privy to such details.
By sheer accident, had they stumbled upon one of their young mistress's weaknesses?
It was hard to say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
The Head Maid sighed and, with a few deft movements, returned Xia Tongxin to her "factory settings." Soon, a clean, sweet, soft, pink-and-fair young mistress was ready!
At this moment, Xia Tongxin was almost unbearably cute, quiet and serene, completely belying her "demon pill" nature. Even the Head Maid couldn't resist rubbing her own cheek against Xia Tongxin's face a couple more times.
Indeed, their young mistress was a sweet, soft little cake, soft and chewy-soft.
The Head Maid carried her young mistress towards the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water came from within, steam filling the air. A bathtub full of water was ready—time to drop in the dumplings... oh, no, time to place their sweet, soft young mistress inside.
After settling her young mistress comfortably, the Head Maid placed her hand on her own chest, gently pulling the loose end of the white ribbon bow tied there. It came undone. Next, she removed the hairband and ribbon from her head, and then...
Splash... Clear water streamed from the showerhead, falling onto the Head Maid's head, then her face, tracing the path down along the curves of her impressive figure, finally flowing into the drain.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
The Head Maid seemed to remember something. Hurriedly, she ran barefoot out of the bathroom to rummage around, returning with two little ducks in hand—rubber duckies for bath time.
The Head Maid gave one a squeeze, and it emitted the familiar squeak.
Plop!
The duckies hit the water. The Head Maid placed the two little ducks in the bathtub where Xia Tongxin was soaking. After a quick rinse herself, the Head Maid also stepped into the tub.
Splash... The bathtub was large, the water plentiful. Quite a bit overflowed when the Head Maid entered, but there was more than enough room for two. The Head Maid held her young mistress, who still wore that "I'm not in the mood" expression, from behind, washing her sweet and clean.
"Come now, Young Mistress, hand please..."
The Head Maid's voice became incredibly tender, a complete contrast to the indifference and calm she had shown when facing Ye Cheng earlier—as if she were two different people.
In a daze, Xia Tongxin saw two little ducks floating before her eyes, and the lifeless gleam in her pupils gradually began to sparkle...
Little... little ducks...
...
At the same time.
Hotel Room 777.
Beep!
A crisp electronic card swipe sounded, followed by a click as the door swung open.
Click. Ye Cheng returned from outside, carrying a bag of items. He switched on a small lamp by the entrance, its light a dim yellow—gentle enough not to be too stimulating, avoiding the risk of waking Tang Yuyao, who was sleeping on the bed, with a harsh glare.
"Phew, finally back." Ye Cheng wiped a nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, sighing with emotion.
He'd gone out, spent not a single cent, and even managed to earn a thousand or two. He was practically a genius. As a reward, Ye Cheng had boldly upgraded his "luxury dinner" for the night—adding two sausages, two marinated eggs, and a large bottle of iced lemon tea!
A devilishly charming smile curled Ye Cheng's lips, brimming with confidence. Heh, with this combo, he wouldn't claim the elite could afford it daily, but this was the extent of Ye Cheng's prowess!
That's right, this was the kind of person he was. Usually appearing low-key, easy-going, and seemingly easy to bully, in reality, he possessed immense capability and was utterly formidable... To put it simply, he was terrifyingly powerful!!!
Alright, enough of the arrogant overlord act. Time for instant noodles.
Ye Cheng changed into slippers and went to boil water. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of water bubbling and Ye Cheng's idiotic chuckles as he watched mind-numbing short videos.
Unnoticed by Ye Cheng, in the bedroom, Tang Yuyao's long eyelashes, which had been "fast asleep," trembled slightly, hinting at her imminent awakening...
"Mmm..."
Tang Yuyao's eyelashes fluttered as she groggily opened her eyes. Where was she? It felt so hot, and she couldn't move... and also... Huh?
Tang Yuyao's eyes flew wide open as she assessed her current physical condition... Empty!!!
Tang Yuyao: "???"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
