After washing their feet and getting into bed,
Hu Yuying blinked at Long Aotian lying beside her.
Noticing her gaze, Long Aotian chuckled and met her eyes. "What's up?"
"You seem different today, Long-ge."
"How so?"
"Just... different." The old Long-ge would’ve been like a beast in spring the moment they got into bed—always teasing her, stealing a kiss or two, restless unless he got his way.
But now he was lying there quietly, not even trying to get close.
So she whispered, "Long-ge, my feet hurt a little... Could you massage them for me?"
Long Aotian paused, then laughed softly. Was this really just about a massage? Clearly, the little rascal was scheming to spoil him.
"Silly girl, do you really think your Long-ge is that kind of man?"
She glanced at her foot already cradled in his hand and giggled, utterly certain. "Yes."
"Hmm?" He raised a brow.
Hu Yuying burst into laughter. "Long-ge, you’re so mean! Stop tickling me!"
After some playful wrestling, the girl suddenly hopped off the bed and rummaged through her bag.
Long Aotian lay back, arms behind his head. "What are you looking for? I’ll help you tomorrow."
"It’ll just take a sec!"
Soon, Hu Yuying pulled out a small metal box.
Beaming, she climbed back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of him, and opened it.
Inside were stacks of photos.
A few featured Qingxue and Wan Ning.
But most were of her—many she’d never even seen before.
Sleeping, standing under falling leaves, back shots, even some from her military training days...
Each one captured a precious moment.
"These photos...?"
Hu Yuying grinned sheepishly. "I took them secretly." Her guilt was as transparent as her joy.
The last two were from their time in Haivan City.
Long Aotian’s smile softened. He wanted to say he’d kept mementos too—but she wasn’t done.
After lifting those two pictures,
A bank card lay beneath.
"Here, Long-ge. This is for you."
Staring at the card, he looked at her, puzzled.
Unfazed, Hu Yuying shrugged. "It’s all my savings."
Her mind was simple: Long-ge seemed down today. But he was so good—what could upset him?
In her world, even heroes could be tripped by money. Maybe he was struggling financially?
Between renovating the house, buying expensive furniture, and taking care of her...
She leaned closer, whispering, "It’s okay. We’ll get through anything. I believe in you, Long-ge. Please believe in me too? Let’s work hard together—no more sadness, okay?"
That bank card erased everything else.
He could never let this girl go.
So foolishly, wholeheartedly devoted—what if someone took advantage of her?
This little miser... handing over her everything. She really—his heart clenched.
Pulling her into his arms, he buried his face in her neck. "You’re such a dummy."
"Long-ge isn’t sad. Long-ge can earn money just fine. I trust you, and you trust me to give you the best life, alright?"
"But—"
"No buts. I’m happy. Truly."
He tucked the card back, carefully replacing each photo.
Then he hugged her again, his smile no longer forced—just overwhelmed. "You’re too good to me... offering me your savings."
"Mm. Of course. Because you’re my Long-ge."
Peeking up from his embrace, she grinned.
Besides, ever since they pinky-swore, she’d considered them family.
Lying together, he gently stroked her long, silky hair.
"How lucky am I to have found you?"
"I’m lucky too."
For both, it was fate.
"Ah—!" Hu Yuying shivered, shooting him a mock glare. "You big bully, always picking on me."
Cupping her face, Long Aotian adored every bit of her. "Yep. A total villain who loves teasing Yuying—every single part."
Giggling through ticklish protests, she recognized this version of him—the genuinely happy Long-ge.
Mischief sparked. She reached down, then grinned triumphantly. "Gotcha!"
Long Aotian sighed. He never should’ve indulged this habit. Now she couldn’t sleep unless holding him hostage—pure torture. "Time for bed."
"Okay." She shut her eyes...
...then peeked again, meeting his stare.
They both laughed. "Can’t sleep."
With her grip on him and that smile? No chance.
"Let’s play something fun then." He yanked the blanket over their heads.
Clothes flew out from under the covers.
(Of course, even at his thirstiest, Long Aotian would never risk Hu Yuying’s well-being during that time of month.
This was just mutual arson—a battle where both sides lost.
Or more accurately: she lost 800; he lost 1800.)
"Long-ge, mercy!"
He threw the blanket back, admiring her in just lingerie under the lamplight. "Mercy? Doesn’t feel possible."
Lights off. Covers up.
Giggles and whispers wove through the night, brimming with love.
The cold crept in—enough to chill even pajama-clad skin.
But with a personal furnace beside her? Different story.
"Long-ge... I’m kinda hot."
"No kicking the blanket."
"Then I’m scooting away."
"Go ahead. But don’t whine this winter when you’re begging me to cuddle."
Yet every inch she retreated, he followed like clingy glue.
Hu Yuying sighed, smiling. "Hopeless."
She let him pull her close again...
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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?"
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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
