Resting on Shen Nian's chest, Xia Yanchun's ears were filled with a chaotic thump-thump sound, unable to tell if it was her own heartbeat or his.
Breathing out hot air, Xia Yanchun pulled the blanket over both of them. Half-pressing her weight onto Shen Nian, she pursed her lips.
Feeling the arms holding her tighten, Xia Yanchun coyly kissed his neck.
"Chunbao..." Shen Nian kept his voice very low, not wanting to make a sound, nor wanting Xia Yanchun to leave his embrace.
"Hmm?"
"Is it... is it what I think it is?" Shen Nian rarely stuttered. Even for him, it was impossible to avoid getting nervous right now.
"Yeah..." Xia Yanchun tucked the small blanket tightly around them, pressing one leg over Shen Nian's thigh, her small hand quietly lifting his shirt. "I can..."
They had graduated. Xia Yanchun was now a prospective college student with no more unnecessary worries. She wasn't blinded by love; on the contrary, her mind was clearer and more rational than usual.
She had rationality, but she also had impulses.
Xia Yanchun wanted to hear Shen Nian's rapid breathing.
Kissing Shen Nian's lips and listening to his heartbeat, Xia Yanchun didn't tease him like she usually did today.
She pulled the blanket all the way up to cover half of her face and collapsed against Shen Nian's chest. Whenever he tried to speak, she would hum and nuzzle him to make him quiet down; whenever he tried to make any extra movements, she would use her hands and feet to pin him down.
Shen Nian's body was burning hot, a heat that even the air conditioner couldn't suppress, making Xia Yanchun feel hot too. Her shyness lingered and refused to dissipate.
The stack of books under the desk flipped page after page in the breeze from the air conditioner, making a rustling sound. The corners of the spread-out test papers curled up, pencil leads were scattered on the edge of the desk, and an exam admission ticket lay there quietly.
Xia Yanchun recalled every little detail with Shen Nian. From disliking each other to becoming the best of friends in the world, there were no twists and turns. It was so smooth, as if they were a match made in heaven.
Being the best of friends in the world was actually easier than solving the final question of an analytic geometry exam.
Yes, so very simple.
Just like how she fell in love with Shen Nian.
When she was with Shen Nian, Xia Yanchun always lost track of time.
"Mmm..." Xia Yanchun suddenly threw off the blanket, shot Shen Nian a panicked look, and immediately dashed out of the room.
She stood numbly in front of the sink, applied some hand soap, and washed her hands thoroughly inside and out. She washed them twice from start to finish, her mind tangled up like a ball of messy yarn.
Stopping in front of the bedroom door, even though it was her own room, she was a little afraid to go back in.
It was all Shen Nian's fault.
Shen Nian was the most annoying.
Xia Yanchun tactfully stood at the door for a while. Listening to the rustling sounds inside, she waited until her heartbeat calmed down before pushing open the ajar door.
Shen Nian had already tied two knots in the trash bag.
"Hmph." Xia Yanchun felt very awkward. Ignoring the air conditioner, she padded over in her slippers to open the window, letting the draft wash away the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
"What are you hmph-ing about..."
"Hmph hmph."
"..." Shen Nian could barely hold it together for two seconds. He cleared his throat, obediently picked up the trash bag, and took it to the entryway, ready to throw it out first thing tomorrow morning.
He was dying of embarrassment.
Chunbao was the one who initiated it, so what the hell was he embarrassed about?
Even though he thought this way, Shen Nian really couldn't act naturally as if nothing had happened.
"Don't lie down yet, let me see if my bed got dirty."
"It didn't... I checked." Shen Nian scratched his head. "But I need to go home for a bit first."
"Why..." Xia Yanchun was about to ask, but suddenly realized something. She puffed out her cheeks and fell silent, her face, which had finally cooled down, flushing with a dull pink again.
Shen Nian didn't dare make a peep and hurried home.
Thankfully it was a weekday, and Shen Yue had already gone back to her room.
After changing his pants and taking a shower, he glanced at his phone. It was already twelve-thirty.
Damn, how did time fly so fast?
Shen Nian returned to Xia Yanchun's house. Having showered, he had completely shaken off his previous awkwardness.
Seeing Xia Yanchun already lying down covered with her small blanket, Shen Nian quickly closed the bedroom door, then ran over to shut the window and draw the curtains, letting the room accumulate cool air again.
"Took a shower?" Xia Yanchun only showed half of her face, her tone light.
"Yeah."
"I'm exhausted, it's all your fault."
"My bad, my bad. I must immediately coax you to sleep right now." Shen Nian climbed into bed, sacrificing himself to sleep beside her.
My Chun is worth it.
"Hug me."
"Yes, sir." And so, Shen Nian gently pulled Xia Yanchun into his arms.
He could feel Xia Yanchun sniffing in his arms. He couldn't bear to expose her. Chunbao was the number one, invincible, super universal, explosively cute girl in the world.
"I'm going to sleep." Xia Yanchun said quietly.
"Yeah, you have to sleep straight through until twelve tomorrow."
"Pig."
"It's fine, we can be pigs together."
"Only you." To stop Shen Nian from continuing to call her that, Xia Yanchun interrupted, "If you keep talking, I really won't be able to sleep."
Shen Nian had nothing to say. It was just his little Chun's trick, how could he not know?
But right now, he was more than willing to play the fool with Xia Yanchun.
The breathing of the little person in his arms gradually leveled out. Shen Nian really thought Xia Yanchun was about to fall asleep. Just as he was about to quietly loosen his arms, the moment he moved, Xia Yanchun buried her face deeper, scaring him into freezing, terrified that he had woken her up.
"Shen Nian..." Xia Yanchun suddenly mumbled.
"You're not asleep?"
"Yeah."
Even with his Agility +4 and supreme observation skills, he hadn't noticed Xia Yanchun was faking it. Where did this empress of pretending to sleep come from?
In reality, Xia Yanchun was genuinely drowsy, but for some reason, falling asleep had become a very difficult task.
Her mind was a mess. She slowly opened her eyes, grasped Shen Nian's thumb, and rubbed it little by little just like before.
"Did it feel good just now?"
"Obviously..."
"My hands are sore..."
"I guess that means I'm strong and sturdy."
"Did you like it?"
"I liked it."
"Hehe." Xia Yanchun's eyes curved into a smile. "You were so funny just now, like Tom Cat."
"The one splitting his legs on a big tree? Then I admit defeat."
"Get lost. I mean the episode where Tom gets seduced by the white female cat. He looked so silly, like he was about to drool."
"Hey, hey, don't just make things up about me, okay? I was just lying on the bed not moving at all, how does that equate to being silly and drooling?"
"Whether you believe it or not, it's true anyway." Xia Yanchun loved to tell little lies. Since Shen Nian couldn't see her expression, she could say whatever she wanted about how he looked.
Not saying that Shen Nian was sticking his tongue out and panting like a pervert was already her being kind and saving him some face.
"Really? Don't lie to me."
"Really, just like this." Xia Yanchun made a funny face, lifting her eyes, opening her mouth, and pouting her lips, looking incredibly silly.
Shen Nian bared his teeth. He didn't know if he looked like that, but Xia Yanchun definitely did right now.
This little girl actually thought she could fool him.
"Alright, I'm really going to sleep now!"
"It's not like anyone is stopping you..."
"I want to sleep on your arm."
"Okay, you can use it as a pillow, don't be shy."
"It'll go numb after a while. I'll just lie on it for a bit, and if I fall asleep, you can pull it back. It's fine if you wake me up."
"Okay."

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?"

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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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"