She stood there breathing lightly, her delicate oval face strikingly beautiful, with sleek black hair cascading over her slender shoulders.
Having rushed over, stray strands clung to her cheeks, accentuating her pale, porcelain skin.
Xu Shuai froze for a moment, then confidently flicked his hair: "Hey beautiful, I'm Xu—"
Before he could finish, Li Longlong smacked a hand over his face and shoved him aside, flashing a grin: "Hey gorgeous, I'm—hey hey hey—!"
Huang Fei, who had pushed Li Longlong away, straightened his posture and adjusted his collar with confidence: "Hello, miss. Let’s get acquainted—I’m Huang Fei."
The girl’s eyes flickered, giving them a slight nod tinged with aloofness: "Hello. I’m here for him."
Her voice was clear, like melted snow from the peaks of Tibet’s mountains—pure yet carrying a chill.
Huang Fei stiffened awkwardly, his hand freezing mid-collar adjustment. Forcing a smile, he stepped aside.
The girl approached Long Aotian, holding iodine and band-aids: "I’m sorry... and thank you."
Sorry because he’d shielded her from a bottle thrown her way.
Thank you because he was the only one who’d stepped forward to block it.
"Yeah, no big deal," Long Aotian chuckled. "That old creep just bullies girls. Next time, call the cops—he’ll back off real quick."
The girl glanced at the antiseptic in her hands, then at Long Aotian’s drunken sway and his three equally unsteady friends.
Her sharp, striking features softened subtly as she lowered her gaze: "You’ve been drinking. Let me disinfect this—it’s hot out, and I’m worried about infection."
Under the streetlight, she stood behind Long Aotian, her cool porcelain face flushing faintly as she glimpsed a stranger’s bare torso for the first time.
His muscular back bore a swollen red mark, with a small split wound. She dabbed at it meticulously with an iodine-soaked cotton swab.
"Your hands are kinda cold," he remarked.
Her fingers paused. "Sorry, I’ll be gentler," she murmured, embarrassed.
Applying the band-aid meant unavoidable contact.
"Nah, it’s kinda nice. Feels cool."
To her ears, the words bordered on teasing—almost flirtatious.
"Do you... say things like that to other girls often?" The line came too naturally, as if he’d said it a hundred times.
"Huh?" Long Aotian turned his head. "Say what?"
Seeing his tipsy confusion, the girl’s lips twitched, a rare hint of amusement breaking through her usual reserve. "Never mind."
Long Aotian straightened, pulling his shirt back on. "Thanks," he said.
The girl stifled a laugh. This guy acts so silly when he’s drunk.
He’s the one who got hurt helping me—I should be thanking him.
Yet he didn’t seem to care at all.
She pressed the iodine and band-aids into his palm. "Well... I’d better go."
Passing Huang Fei and the others, she noticed their phones open to a messaging app. Nodding curtly, she quickened her pace.
"If it weren’t for you two, I’d have gotten her contact info!"
"Bullshit."
"Wait—it’s 10:30. When does the dorm lock again?"
"11, I think!" Long Aotian’s reply sent all four sprinting toward University T’s west gate.
The girl turned, watching their frantic dash, her gaze lingering on the campus entrance nearby...
......
"Haaah—"
"Huuuh—"
Ye Liangchen stood at the subway entrance, taking deep, dramatic breaths.
"Finally, the day I’ve waited for is here. Heh. This time, I’ll reclaim everything I’ve lost. Those who looked down on me—those who rejected me—they’ll all regret it!"
A shadow crossed his face as he spoke.
His family had drained their savings to keep him in school—all because of that bastard Long Aotian.
If he hadn’t violated Hu Yuying, she would’ve tutored him. With her help, he could’ve made it to Capital City University!
Long Aotian had ruined him indirectly. Just wait—I’ll make you pay.
Exhaling slowly, Ye Liangchen pulled out a mirror to fix his hair.
He wanted to greet his childhood sweetheart, Lin Wanning, in flawless form—love at first sight, a glance that spans eternity!
The thought of her stunned expression amused him.
She’d been his neighbor back in kindergarten, before his family moved to the city.
Even though he’d teased her often, they were just kids—what did they know?
Once, during a summer break visit home, he’d even helped her.
And when he’d reminded her later, she’d recognized him instantly...
"Maybe that moment left an indelible mark on her heart."
"Tch. What a hassle."
Despite his words, excitement bubbled inside him.
Today, if his memory served, Lin Wanning would accidentally knock over an iced tea at the crowded freshman orientation.
The owner would harass her, humiliating her until—in her struggle—she’d scrape her leg. As bystanders gathered, the aggressor would toss her 200 yuan for "medical fees" and flee.
Too ashamed to return to her dorm, she’d hide here and cry.
In his original timeline, he’d been out eating with Hu Yuying when Long Aotian smashed a beer bottle over his head.
After getting patched up, he’d dropped a pack of tissues on the subway—fatefully picked up by Lin Wanning, setting the stage for their reunion.
This time, though unharmed, he’d brought plenty of tissues.
In the dream, his injury had made him "pass by" here—the tissues were the thread of destiny.
Checking his stash, Ye Liangchen smirked. Everything’s ready. Now, just wait for the wind.
He longed to intervene directly, but to avoid disrupting fate, he resisted.
He’d let destiny unfold as it should...
So he crouched there, giddily counting down.
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
