Xia Yanchun tilted her little head back, her soft hair pressing against Shen Nian's neck as she nuzzled against him.
It tickled Shen Nian, putting him in a wonderful mood.
After gurgling and brushing her teeth, Xia Yanchun squeezed out some facial cleanser. She coated her entire face, rubbing and massaging for a full minute before rinsing it off.
"Chunbao..." Shen Nian, not minding her wet face, lowered his head and gave her a quick peck.
"Ah, I just washed it clean."
Xia Yanchun wiped the spot Shen Nian had just kissed, looking utterly disgusted.
Shen Nian's hands rested naturally, crossed just in front of the girl's lower abdomen. This half-embrace made him feel exceptionally satisfied and content.
"Chunbao, you look really pretty today."
"What the heck? Was I not pretty before?"
"You were, but you're even prettier today."
Xia Yanchun didn't believe him for a second. Shen Nian was definitely just getting dirty thoughts seeing her in this outfit.
Sure enough, it's hard to resist wearing new clothes once you buy them...
"Chunbao, go back to the room first."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to look for my Concubine Choc."
Shen Nian grinned, running off to rummage through the fridge for a Chocliz ice cream.
Xia Yanchun gave him a deadpan stare, then rolled her eyes and went into the bedroom with a giggle. Leaning against the doorframe, she chattered, "My clothes aren't done washing yet. Help me hang them out to dry later."
"Okay."
Xia Yanchun closed the door with a click. Her own room was still the most comfortable.
This was the first time since she graduated from elementary school that she had asked Shen Nian to help hang her clothes.
Her parents had to work, so back when she was at home, she would occasionally be asked to help hang up the clothes left in the washing machine. Her favorite thing to do was run to the third-floor balcony and call Shen Nian over to help.
Being the smart girl she was, she wouldn't say she was calling him over to do chores. She would tell him she had a bag of potato chips they could share, tricking him into coming over before making him help her hang the laundry.
Only after the clothes were hung up would she share a little bit of the snacks with him.
Sometimes, when there was nothing to eat at home, she would give Shen Nian two bucks to run an errand for her, letting him keep fifty cents.
So wicked, so wicked.
Now, she could still boss Shen Nian around to hang her clothes. Thinking about this, two little bubbles popped up in Xia Yanchun's heart, floating high into the sky before bursting with a pop, scattering colorful little droplets. She felt so, so lucky.
Shen Nian suspected that there was something mixed into the chocolate shell of the Chocliz; otherwise, how could it be so addictive?
Oh, right, it was mixed with chocolate.
Unable to resist eating two of them, Shen Nian finally went into the bathroom to take the clothes out of the washing machine. He quickly hung them up for her, smoothing out every corner and edge, being even more meticulous than when hanging his own clothes.
He also brought in the already dried clothes, going into Xia Yanchun's room to help hang them in her closet.
Xia Yanchun's gaze sized Shen Nian up.
"Why are you looking at me? I didn't hide anything." Shen Nian pulled at his trouser pockets to show they were empty.
"I was just looking at you. I didn't say you stole my clothes..." Xia Yanchun shuddered. Was this a guilty conscience giving itself away?
"That's good. I thought you were going to falsely accuse me."
"Am I that kind of person? You're just talking nonsense."
"Hehe, my Chunbao is just the kind of person who shifts the blame, tricks others into coming over to do her chores, and makes them run errands. Of course she isn't the kind of little fairy who would casually frame someone."
"Get lost." Xia Yanchun kicked Shen Nian's butt.
That stinky Shen Nian only knew how to bring up old history. He was asking for a beating.
Because she was wearing a nightgown, Xia Yanchun kept her movements small, being careful not to let the hem of her nightgown flip up when she kicked.
Under the white light, Xia Yanchun's skin looked even paler. Shen Nian's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously, his gaze shifting back and forth between her face and her legs.
This time, it finally wasn't just her calves. The nightgown was short, so no matter how much Xia Yanchun tried to cover up, what could be seen would still be seen.
Xia Yanchun didn't seem to care too much either; she just kept her legs together and pressed down the hem. As for the parts left exposed, Shen Nian felt that Husky Chun was already indulging him.
What more was there to say?
Shen Nian, who had originally intended to lie down at the speed of light, touch her legs, and go right to sleep, had just kicked off his slippers when Xia Yanchun's youthful voice floated faintly into his ear.
"Want to see?"
Xia Yanchun narrowed her eyes, legs pressed together, gripping the hem of her clothes. For a moment, Shen Nian thought he had misheard.
Shen Nian blinked.
"I can lift it and let you see..." Xia Yanchun pursed her lips. The embarrassment of saying such a thing made her ears, face, and even her neck blush slightly red.
"I bet you're wearing safety shorts."
"?"
Xia Yanchun suddenly lost all her shyness. She generously lifted her skirt to show Shen Nian. Beneath the pure white lace, there was indeed a pair of dark gray boyshorts clinging to her pale skin.
"Ta-da! Take a look. Today is Chunbao's limited-time fan service!"
"I knew it."
Shen Nian smiled in relief.
Knowing Husky Chun, she wouldn't even let him look at her legs normally. How could she suddenly be so open? When things are abnormal, there must be a catch.
His childhood rival had eight hundred hidden agendas.
Fortunately, he was one step ahead.
"You actually didn't let lust cloud your judgment. I'm impressed."
"Who are you looking down on? I've had a super cute beautiful girl by my side for so many years, and I managed to hold out for eighteen years without falling for her. How could a little trick like this trap me?"
"What's with the sweet talk?" Xia Yanchun's prank had failed, but she was delighted by Shen Nian's flattering words. She wrapped herself around him, resting all her weight on him like a sloth, and whispered in his ear, "So you admit that I was cute back then too?"
"You've always been pretty cute."
"You used to call me ugly. Turns out you were just a tsundere."
"Damn it, don't talk nonsense, or I'll smack you." Shen Nian dropped his smile, deciding never to praise Husky Chun for being cute again.
To be precise, he wouldn't praise the past Xia Yanchun. The present and future ones definitely deserved praise.
After all, she was genuinely cute.
Raising a hand to turn off the light, Shen Nian lay down under the summer quilt. His hands groped around toward Xia Yanchun like a hunter. When he pulled his hands back, he had already hooked one of her legs over, resting it on his thigh. He just had to touch it, even at the risk of having his lower half go numb from her weight.
Xia Yanchun lay on her side, treating Shen Nian as a sweet-smelling body pillow. She felt so comfortable that she grew a bit drowsy, unable to resist gently nibbling on his collarbone.
Before she could enjoy the comfort for long, Shen Nian suddenly moved. He flipped her flat onto her back. The one hugging the pillow had suddenly become the pillow.
"..." Shen Nian's breathing was very light.
The slip-style nightgown only covered from the collarbone down. Shen Nian felt a tickle in his heart; imitating what Xia Yanchun had just done, he released his own affection.
Xia Yanchun bit her lower lip, shrinking her neck back as she gently pushed him away. "What are you doing..."
"Copying you."
"You're not allowed to copy me!"
"Hehe, Chunbao, you rascal."
Shen Nian was thoroughly satisfied. Savoring his childhood rival's shyness right before bed was truly a delightful feeling.

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?"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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.”