Xia Yanchun kept her face buried and covered her chest, her breathing even more erratic than Shen Nian's.
"You... that's enough..." Xia Yanchun puffed her cheeks and finally spoke. Her tone was soft, delicate, and sweet, as if she had been holding it in for a long time.
She pushed Shen Nian's hand away, gave his fingers a fierce pinch, and turned around, muttering,
"If I didn't say anything, were you planning to keep doing this until tomorrow morning?"
"How is that possible? You're slandering me," Shen Nian said seriously. He also needed to sleep by two or three o'clock, okay?
At most, it would be a few hours, which was far from tomorrow morning. This was pure defamation.
"That's still enough." Xia Yanchun lay on her back and pulled the quilt up, covering her chest tightly. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Shen Nian was already satisfied. He leaned in and planted a small peck on both sides of Xia Yanchun's face, whispering, "I'm a bit curious, how does it feel when I touch you?"
"It feels like I'm being touched by an idiot."
"I mean physically."
"To be honest, I didn't really feel much..." Xia Yanchun whispered.
"I see." Shen Nian coughed twice. "Then next time..."
"No." Xia Yanchun already knew what Shen Nian was going to say. Lifting her clothes or whatever, how could that be possible!
If he asked again, even doing it over her clothes wouldn't be allowed.
Shen Nian scratched his cheek. Even with his thick skin, his face was red right now. Even for him, talking about these things with Chunbao was inevitably unnatural.
Fast forward to the old married couple phase and then they could talk about shameless things, hehe.
Taking advantage of the dim room, Xia Yanchun reached her small hands up to Shen Nian's face, pushed him a bit further away, and then turned his face to the other side.
She wouldn't be able to say it if she was being stared at.
Her pink lips parted slightly. "Then... then how did it feel for you...?"
"I don't dare to say it when you're like this."
Xia Yanchun hummed. As soon as she pulled her hands back, Shen Nian immediately pressed close again, nuzzling against her face and whispering in her ear.
"So soft..."
"! Have you no shame!" Xia Yanchun slapped Shen Nian on the stomach.
You just say it because I asked? You really dare to say it?
Shameless, shameless!
It didn't hurt or itch, but the sound of her palm hitting his skin was loud. The sudden slap disrupted the ambiguous atmosphere filling the room.
"You asked, but when I told you, you weren't happy. If you wanted to hit me, just say so."
"If you're unhappy about it, hold it in."
"I submit, I submit."
Shen Nian caught his breath, sat up, and lightly kissed Xia Yanchun's lips. His face was burning hot, leaving him full of energy.
He lifted the quilt, slipped on his slippers, and left the room.
Without needing to ask, Xia Yanchun knew he was definitely going to the bathroom for a very, very long time.
The room fell quiet. Xia Yanchun curled up into a ball, blinking her big eyes, not daring to speak.
Time to sleep!
...
The next day, the weather was clear.
Xia Yanchun was woken up by the roar of a pickup truck's engine. Some casual, greeting-like conversations reached her ears, and she subconsciously glanced at the phone by her pillow.
Nine o'clock... It was probably her parents and Shen Nian's parents heading out together. Her parents were going to work, and his parents were going to the breeding farm to supervise and work...
Xia Yanchun had always liked sleeping in. After waking up, she would go back to sleep for a while, even if she had already slept enough.
She didn't remember when she fell asleep, let alone when Shen Nian came back from the bathroom. She was genuinely a bit sleepy last night.
There was still a warm, large hand resting on her stomach. Xia Yanchun let out a soft groan, quietly turned over, and her eyes landed on Shen Nian, who was still fast asleep.
Seeing Shen Nian still sleeping at this hour was too novel.
Usually, Shen Nian woke up earlier than she did, going out early to exercise and cook breakfast for her. Shen Nian must be slacking off today.
Sleep, sleep, sleep until you're full.
Xia Yanchun really wanted to ruffle Shen Nian's hair, but afraid of waking him up, she only lightly scratched it.
She didn't know how long she slept, but after finishing her morning nap, Xia Yanchun finally planned to get up.
Mhm, Shen Nian still hadn't woken up. His breathing was very even; he was actually sleeping so comfortably.
Just as she was about to secretly lift Shen Nian's hand and get out of bed first, she noticed Shen Nian's eyelashes flutter, and his eyelids slowly opened.
"You're awake?" Xia Yanchun poked Shen Nian's nose.
"Uh, what time is it?"
"Let me check... It's almost ten o'clock."
"Damn, I actually slept for over an hour." Shen Nian clicked his tongue.
"What do you mean?" Xia Yanchun blinked. Didn't he sleep the whole night? How did it become an hour in Shen Nian's mouth?
He couldn't have been jerking off in the bathroom all night, right?
"What do I mean? Just what I said." Shen Nian sat up, stretched, and explained, "I got up at six today to go running and make breakfast. When I came back and saw you were still sleeping, I kept you company and slept for a while. I came back at eight-thirty, so hasn't it been just over an hour of sleep?"
"..."
She thought Shen Nian was a big lazy bug sleeping until now, but it turned out Shen Nian had already finished exercising, made breakfast, and even taken a morning nap.
Good thing she didn't call Shen Nian a pig, Xia Yanchun secretly rejoiced.
"I'll count you as hardworking. Get up and eat breakfast."
"You're not going to sleep a bit more?"
"No." Xia Yanchun sat up from the bed, gave a small stretch, and just as she was about to put on her shoes, her palm was pressed onto the bed by Shen Nian again.
"What are you doing?"
"Give me a kiss."
After Shen Nian spoke, he leaned forward from behind and planted a small peck on Xia Yanchun's face. Despite this, he still didn't let go of Xia Yanchun. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands creeping upward along her curves.
"..."
Xia Yanchun's heart was in a tangled mess. It was early in the morning, and it wasn't the best time for this, so she could only indulge Shen Nian for a little while.
"I'm going back now."
"I cooked stir-fried beef with potatoes. Come eat at my house."
"There's even beef? Such a hearty breakfast."
"We haven't had beef in a long time, so I bought some to try. The beef bought in the morning is the freshest; the meat still twitches."
It was probably fresh out of the slaughterhouse not long ago, and the muscles were twitching due to reflexes. Shen Nian found it novel and bought two catties.
You wouldn't know how expensive beef is without grocery shopping; it was nearly forty yuan a catty.
"Then I'll go back and brush my teeth."
Xia Yanchun stepped into her slippers, ran to the balcony, and quietly poked her small head out. Seeing neither his parents' pickup truck nor her own family's black car, she felt relieved enough to go down to the first floor and walk back through the front gate.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she ran back to Shen Nian's house to eat breakfast. The stir-fried beef with potatoes was very flavorful and whetted Xia Yanchun's appetite. She ate two bowls of congee before feeling full.
Xia Yanchun needed to study. She moved an armchair from her house to Shen Nian's, placing it on the balcony, and kept Shen Nian company as they read books while basking in the sun.
Reading on the balcony, she had no scruples, casually resting her feet on Shen Nian's thighs.
Even if her parents made a sudden surprise return, they wouldn't be able to see the third-floor balcony.
For the entire morning, she and Shen Nian both read their books obediently. Even when she playfully pressed her feet against Shen Nian's legs, Shen Nian only gave her feet a brief touch.
After studying comfortably, they had some small snacks. Life was truly pleasant.

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?"

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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.”

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)