The rain fell steadily. Xia Yanchun held an umbrella beside Shen Nian, letting him push the electric scooter out.
On windy and rainy days like this, holding an umbrella while riding is more dangerous than braving the rain directly. The scooter came with a large raincoat, and today it finally came in handy.
Shen Nian adjusted the raincoat properly before letting Xia Yanchun close the umbrella and quickly get on the scooter. Their clothes inevitably got wet, and their socks were so soaked you could wring water out of them.
"Why is it raining so hard..." Xia Yanchun finally managed to squeeze under the raincoat, her voice muffled. Shen Nian glanced back and saw her completely covered, only her face visible through the transparent plastic part. He found it oddly funny.
Like a little turtle poking its head out.
"Autumn is like this; it's inevitable to have wind and rain," Shen Nian adjusted the raincoat and straightened his back. "Don't grab my shoulders when holding the raincoat; it'll lift it up."
"Is that really true?"
"Of course. My view was perfectly fine, but it gets messed up when you move. Just hold onto me."
"I don't believe you." Xia Yanchun squinted slightly but still lowered her hands, placing them lightly on Shen Nian's waist. She pouted, "If you wanted me to hug you, you could have just said so. No need to beat around the bush."
"I told you, it's because of the raincoat."
"Don't believe you."
"Really, next time you try riding in front."
"Don't believe you."
"I'm really not your dad."
"Indeed you're not."
Shen Nian let it go. His usual tricks couldn't fool Chunbao. With a brain that scored seven hundred on the college entrance exam, was she that easy to fool?
The streetlights were on all the way, but visibility was still poor. Shen Nian drove very slowly, so slow that Xia Yanchun suspected he was doing it on purpose to make her hold him longer.
Not that she minded, though. Hugging Shen Nian wouldn't cost her a piece of flesh; it was just a ride.
She had to admit, Shen Nian's waist felt really firm. If she pinched him now, he probably wouldn't even flinch!
He really could punch her into a wall so hard she'd be stuck and couldn't be pulled out.
She heard many people who work out like to...
If Shen Nian weren't wearing the raincoat, she would definitely pat his head to see if it had become pointy. Otherwise, how could he improve so fast?
Xia Yanchun closed her eyes, her heart itching with a strange feeling. Her hands slowly moved forward, naturally coming together in a hug.
Hmm... since when did he have abs?
Xia Yanchun trembled with a mix of anger and cold. This guy was really getting better and better.
Not happy. Need to eat two Peanut Sticks to feel better.
"Why are you touching me?"
"This isn't 'touching.' If I'm holding you, I'm bound to make contact."
"..." Shen Nian was speechless, though he kind of felt like standing up.
Holding his sides was okay, but now with both hands wrapped around his lower abdomen, an eighteen-year-old teenager couldn't handle this kind of contact. The little head seemed a bit rebellious, wanting to stage a coup against the big head.
Fortunately, the residential complex wasn't far. Shen Nian parked the scooter, told Xia Yanchun to quickly get off, and rolled the raincoat into a bundle, planning to take it home to dry.
"Phew..." Finally reaching the first floor, Xia Yanchun let out a sigh. Her pants cuffs were soaked. She hated rainy days!
"Cold?"
"Not too bad, but the wind is a bit strong."
"I think it's just okay."
The wind blew Shen Nian's clothes wildly. Underneath, he still wore just a thin white T-shirt. Seeing this, Xia Yanchun was speechless, muttering under her breath, "Caring more about style than comfort," before stepping into the elevator.
"Maybe I'm really not cold?"
"Wow, you're so amazing then. Applause."
"You sound like one of those fairies from Xiaohongshu."
Xia Yanchun simply pinched her nose and covered her mouth, looking at Shen Nian with a disgusted expression. "You smell like Tieba."
"Then take a good whiff."
"Ew, gross, stinky."
Ding. The elevator doors opened wide. Xia Yanchun stepped out first, rummaging through her small bag for the keys to open her door.
The door opened, but Shen Nian, who should have gone the opposite way home, didn't leave. Instead, he stood behind her and poked her neck with his finger.
"Ouch!"
Xia Yanchun shrank back, turning around angrily to glare at him. "You didn't cut your nails? They're sharp. Why aren't you going home? Poking me, looking for a beating?"
"No." Shen Nian placed the dripping wet raincoat on the floor and scratched his cheek.
"I want a hug."
"A hug for what?"
"Just a hug. Someone said earlier that if I wanted her to hug me, I should just say it. I forgot who it was. Can you help me remember?"
Xia Yanchun crossed her arms, complaining, "I said that only counted on the scooter. We're off now."
"A hug is a hug, no matter where. Come on." Shen Nian wouldn't listen. He brushed aside the stray hair by her temple, gently tucking it behind her ear, and grinned. "I'm saying it directly now. No matter what you say, you have to hug me."
To put it nicely, it's going back on your word. To put it bluntly, it's being dishonest, deceptive, and full of lies.
Xia Yanchun, you wouldn't want others to find out you're full of lies, would you?
Xia Yanchun furrowed her delicate brows and poked Shen Nian's chest hard. "You really... can't you be a bit more proper?"
"I'm being very proper right now."
"..." Xia Yanchun lowered her eyelashes. "Do... do we really have to hug?"
"All I know is you said if I wanted a hug, I should just say it. Now I've said it, but you haven't hugged me."
"You're taking my words out of context. The same sentence means different things in different situations."
"Blah blah blah, I don't understand. Hurry up, give me a hug so I can go back and shower. I still have to study later, buddy."
"What does that have to do with me!"
Seeing Shen Nian like this, Xia Yanchun knew perfectly well. If she didn't let Shen Nian have this little advantage, he would absolutely not let it go.
The retribution for hitting him with books in the classroom had come so quickly.
Is he really that desperate for a hug? This silly Shen Nian.
If it's just a hug...
Xia Yanchun adjusted her mindset. She thought what Shen Nian said made sense. A hug is a hug, whether on the scooter or here.
The more flustered she felt, the more it showed she cared about their ambiguous relationship. She had to be open and aboveboard!
It's just Shen Nian, no need to overthink it. A hug is just a hug. Isn't it normal for an older sister to hug her younger brother? What family doesn't have a sister hugging her brother?
"Look at what you've become now. That lecherous look, so improper, weak and exhausted. You've turned into a pervert, you know that? If your childhood self knew you'd grow up to be a pervert, you'd definitely be scared to tears."
Xia Yanchun had to scold Shen Nian randomly before the hug. After finishing, she raised her chin, opened her arms, and burrowed into Shen Nian's embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist for a brief hug.
Shen Nian was much taller than her. When hugging, she had to stand slightly on her tiptoes to rest her head on his shoulder and breathe.
Just one hug is enough!
Thinking this, Xia Yanchun immediately let go, about to slip away. But a pair of strong, firm arms encircled her waist. His fingertips rested on her side, and the unexpected touch on that sensitive spot, even through clothes, sent a burning sensation that made her heart race wildly.
She could even hear Shen Nian take a deep breath near her ear.
A face-to-face hug like this... it must have been ten years since the last one!
First thought: He's holding me.
Second thought: He's pulled me into his embrace.
Third thought: Not good, I fell for his trap!
Whimper.
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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.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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?!

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?"