Shen Nian grabbed Xia Yanchun's hand, placed it against his chest, and pressed down with a little force, too lazy to entertain her complaints.
The beautiful anime girl lap pillow that usually only exists in fiction was something Shen Nian was finally enjoying right now.
He comfortably shifted his head. Even through her pants, he could feel the softness of the girl's thighs. It was incredibly comfortable.
To be able to enjoy Chunbao's lap pillow, he would even be willing to score the highest in the provincial exams.
"Hmph."
Xia Yanchun pouted, glaring at him sullenly.
"Time to get up."
"I'm about to fall asleep."
"I'll hit you."
"..." Shen Nian obediently got up from her lap.
They were already boyfriend and girlfriend, yet he couldn't even lie on her lap for a little while. His feelings were wasted after all. He needed to give Chunbao a kiss to feel better.
So, as soon as Shen Nian sat up, he gave Xia Yanchun a peck on the cheek, grinning happily.
Xia Yanchun wiped her face, looking thoroughly disgusted.
After playing together for a while, Chen Minyue and Shen Shi came downstairs. With others around, Xia Yanchun and Shen Nian weren't as affectionate.
It was better to keep an appropriate distance in front of their families; they weren't ready to make their relationship public just yet.
At night, Shen Nian was bored and watched online classes alone in his room.
He had originally planned to buy a phone stand to do a study room livestream, but he still hadn't placed the order. The livestream idea had long been tossed to the back of his mind.
According to the lunar calendar, it was the first day of the New Year, but on the Gregorian calendar, today was already February 17th. The winter break was coming to an end, and there were only a hundred and ten days left until the college entrance examination.
Shortly after returning to school, there would be the hundred-day pledge rally.
Shen Nian gathered his thoughts and checked the time. Eleven thirty.
It was time to sneak around and climb through the window.
Shen Nian took a sip of water and began sneaking over to Xia Yanchun's house. He didn't care if anyone saw him. If an acquaintance spotted him and told Aunt Wen and Uncle Xia that he frequently climbed into Xia Yanchun's room, he would just accept his fate.
Otherwise, they could always let their daughter Xia Yanchun climb into his room instead.
Although it wasn't like she hadn't done that before, hehe.
Xia Yanchun was applying a face mask in front of the mirror, smoothing it out bit by bit. She heard the noise on the balcony but didn't pay it much mind.
The only way someone could reach her balcony from the outside, apart from climbing over from Shen Nian's room, was by setting up a tall ladder on the first floor and climbing up.
Slide—
The balcony window was pulled open. Shen Nian tiptoed inside, casually closing the window and drawing the curtains behind him.
"That mask makes you look like a ghost," Shen Nian said as he slipped under the covers to warm the bed for her. It was quite cold today.
"And you look like a thief."
"A thief of hearts? Did I steal your heart?"
"Idiot."
"Curse me all you want." Shen Nian let it go in one ear and out the other, lying on his side to play on his phone.
He had seen his own mom apply face masks before. It took at least twenty minutes, and it was inconvenient to even speak.
What was the point of these face masks anyway? At best, they hydrated the skin. But he had never seen Xia Yanchun's skin look dry; it was smooth and uncracked. Did she even need hydration?
"Ah, there's another mask here. Do you want to put one on?"
"No need, my skin is perfectly fine."
"You can still use it even if it's fine. It won't hurt."
Shen Nian still shook his head. He could maintain his skin by eating beauty-enhancing foods. If he really wanted to take care of his skin, face masks wouldn't even make the list.
Having this wet, sticky thing plastered on his face was just too uncomfortable.
Xia Yanchun didn't say much more and quickly climbed into bed.
The covers were already warm. Xia Yanchun was very satisfied with Shen Nian's bed-warming efforts. "You're not bad. As a reward, you can bring a basin of water over later for me to wash my face. I'm too lazy to get up."
"Where did this princess syndrome come from? I'll give you two punches."
"Tch, stingy." Xia Yanchun tugged at his shoulder. "You won't even take care of your girlfriend. There's no love between us anymore!"
"Whoa, does that mean you loved me before this?"
"Hmph, no. But if you bring the water basin over for me to wash my face, there will be."
Shen Nian was almost moved to tears. How did this darn Chunbao get so good at flirting?
Good thing he was a step ahead, otherwise who knew how Xia Yanchun would have trained him.
"I'm still not going."
"I'll kick you."
The little foot under the blanket gently kicked Shen Nian's leg.
Ten or so minutes later, Xia Yanchun emerged from the warm bed again and dashed to the bathroom to wash her face.
Her small face, freshly treated with the mask, was tender and soft. Xia Yanchun was very satisfied, pinching and touching it in front of the mirror.
But her smile soon faded.
She hadn't noticed it earlier, but now she saw a pimple growing on her forehead. When she hadn't noticed it, it didn't hurt or itch, but now that she did, it started to feel a bit itchy, and pressing it lightly hurt.
She had eaten quite a few heat-inducing snacks over the past few days, combined with pulling an all-nighter last night into this morning. As expected, a breakout was unavoidable.
Xia Yanchun didn't care too much, though. Compared to a pimple, she wanted a warm bed much more right now.
"Phew!"
Xia Yanchun quickly lay down and turned off the light with a click. The only thing illuminating the room was Shen Nian's phone screen. As soon as the light went out, the phone's screen brightness automatically dimmed.
"I've gotten a pimple. I need to go to sleep early tonight."
Shen Nian put down his phone and turned to her. "Where?"
"Here." Xia Yanchun grabbed Shen Nian's hand and placed his finger on her forehead, right on the freshly erupted pimple. "It wasn't there this afternoon. I'm not staying up late anymore, and neither are you, hear me?"
"Is it really that big of a deal over one pimple?"
"Yes, it is! Maintaining good skin takes a lot of effort, okay?"
"Your good skin relies entirely on science and technology, while my good skin is all-natural. The gap is already obvious, Chunbao."
"What's wrong with using skincare products? Then don't kiss my 'technological' face."
"Ahem, just kidding, just kidding. Chunbao's skin is the best."
Shen Nian quickly hugged Xia Yanchun and rubbed his cheek against hers. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but Xia Yanchun's skin felt even smoother after the mask.
Shen Nian's face was a bit scratchy. Xia Yanchun half-squinted her eyes, really feeling like she could hardly tolerate him.
She actually preferred his rebellious attitude when he claimed her skin relied entirely on skincare products.
However... Shen Nian really didn't seem to use any skincare products. He probably didn't even use facial cleanser.
Many factors affect the skin. Staying up late is a major one, followed by high-oil and high-sugar diets, and excessive self-rewarding. Based on these three, Shen Nian should have hit every mark. Yet, even during his freshman and sophomore years, his skin had always been great, almost no different from now.
Compared to postnatal care, genetics truly had the upper hand.
Xia Yanchun was a little envious. There wasn't a girl in the world who didn't want better skin.
"Why are you touching me...?"
"Rubbing it for you. The pimple will be gone by tomorrow," Shen Nian said, gently rubbing her forehead with his thumb.
Although the Miracle Healer skill had a low presence, it could still shine when needed. Curing a pimple was a piece of cake.
"Time to sleep."
"Alright, alright."
Xia Yanchun tucked Shen Nian's hand under the covers and buried herself in his embrace.

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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.

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.”