This room was specially cleared out by Long Aotian, and it was kept very tidy. Inside, there was a simple folding bed, along with the pots, pans, and kitchenware he had bought earlier.
As he stepped into the room, the three girls handed him a shopping bag.
Glancing at the clothes inside, Long Aotian smiled. "You didn’t have to bring anything, really. I’m a little embarrassed."
Seeing the genuine happiness on his face, the three girls resisted the urge to tease him.
He was so delighted that his eyes nearly disappeared into crescents.
"Brother, why don’t you try them on first?" Lin Wanning was eager to see if the clothes she had picked would fit him well, so the three of them left the room.
Before long, Long Aotian stepped out.
He wore jeans, a light-colored inner layer, and a black jacket. His damp hair had gotten slightly messy while changing, and the loose collar of his inner shirt tilted to one side, revealing his left collarbone—giving off a rebellious yet irresistibly sexy vibe, as if defying convention.
"They fit perfectly. I really like them." His warm smile radiated sunshine, and it was clear his appreciation was sincere.
Hu Yuying stole a glance at him, unconsciously biting her lower lip before stepping forward to gently adjust his inner shirt.
Her movements were tender, as if this was something she was meant to do.
But the moment their eyes met, she quickly turned away, flustered. The awkwardness from earlier seemed to linger, and she didn’t want Long Aotian to see her blushing face.
Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. There was something amusing about Hu Yuying’s shy demeanor.
They were also a little curious—normally, Hu Yuying wasn’t this easily embarrassed. What was different today?
Could it be because of what Ye Liangchen had said before?
It was kind of funny, really. Back then, Hu Yuying had shielded them and declared, "That’s a matter between the three of us. It’s none of your business." It almost felt like a scene from ancient times, where the first wife protected the second and third wives.
Long Aotian knew Hu Yuying too well. To keep her from getting too flustered, he suggested, "How about we cook at home later?"
The three girls agreed immediately.
Eating at home just felt different from dining out—more intimate, more comforting.
"I’ll go buy some ingredients," Long Aotian said, heading for the door. At the corner, he paused without turning back. "Hu Yuying, come with me."
Caught off guard, Hu Yuying blinked before quickly responding.
"Hurry up, or I’ll smack you!"
"O-okay!" She glanced at Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning. "Any requests for what we should cook?"
"Anything’s fine."
"Better hurry, or your Long Aotian might really smack you," Li Qingxue teased.
Hu Yuying’s cheeks flushed pink, and she defended him in a small voice, "Long Aotian wouldn’t do that."
With that, she jogged after him, trailing behind like the timid little follower she had always been.
Long Aotian walked ahead, while Hu Yuying followed like a tiny shadow.
Stealing a glance at his back, she pressed her lips together to suppress a smile. She loved following him the most.
They passed through several streets until they reached a small bridge. Below, a stream flowed gently, its soothing murmur easing the mind.
Suddenly, Long Aotian stopped in his tracks. Hu Yuying, lost in her thoughts, didn’t react in time and bumped into his back.
Rubbing her forehead, she looked up at him in confusion.
Long Aotian sighed. "You’re always so absent-minded."
Hu Yuying stopped rubbing her head and grinned up at him. "I’m not that absent-minded!"
"Hopeless. Remember this bridge—the market is just past it." He ruffled her hair, unsure what to do with her.
She used to be obedient out of fear, but now she wasn’t afraid of him at all.
As his fingers combed through her long hair, she leaned into his touch, savoring every stroke.
When he finally withdrew his hand, Hu Yuying slowly opened her slightly dazed eyes and gazed up at him greedily.
"Long Aotian," she murmured softly, "my feet hurt."
"What’s wrong?" He looked down at her.
"My shoes might not fit well. We’ve been walking a lot today, and they’re rubbing."
Her eyes flickered away nervously as she spoke in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "Could you… take a look for me?"
Without waiting for an answer, she sat down obediently on the edge of the bridge, as if declaring she wouldn’t move unless he helped.
Truthfully, Long Aotian had known her for years, but this was the first time he’d seen her act so willful. Too afraid of rejection to meet his eyes, she simply sat there, waiting.
Amused, he crouched beside her.
Seeing him lower himself, Hu Yuying shifted slightly and tentatively stretched her foot toward him.
I changed into fresh socks today, and I took a shower… There shouldn’t be any smell…
Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly felt his large hand wrap around her ankle. Even though she’d braced herself, her body trembled slightly at the contact.
When her sock was peeled off, exposing her bare foot to the air, she inhaled sharply.
Nervousness made the delicate lines of her collarbone stand out, tracing an elegant curve—like the flawless brushstrokes of an ancient painting, exuding an Eastern grace that was both reserved and enchanting.
She peeked at Long Aotian, who was studying her foot.
Biting her lip, she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, then gently lifted her foot and placed it in his palm.
Her entire body was tense, her breath held.
Long Aotian felt the warmth and softness of her foot against his skin, along with the faint tremors of her nervousness.
Her slender ankle, rosy toes, and the delicate arch formed a perfect curve.
When his grip tightened slightly, applying gentle pressure, Hu Yuying leaned forward with a quiet whimper.
Since she’d grown up, he was the only man who had ever touched her like this—making her overly sensitive, her body reacting instinctively.
The next second, the warmth around her foot vanished.
She looked up at him, confused.
Long Aotian took a deep breath, suddenly at a loss. "Your foot’s fine. I’ll take you to buy new shoes later…"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
] 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.
