Yangyang felt that her physical condition had definitely improved since meeting Su Bai.
Otherwise, given that she had drunk a bit of wine and stayed up until this hour, she wouldn't be feeling this full of drive.
Usually, she would feel a bit weak, her reactions slow, and her steps heavy—just generally unpleasant symptoms. However, today she felt incredibly healthy, proving that Su Bai was indeed something very, very precious in her life.
Over the years, Liu Chenyang had watched friends fall in love, drown in it, or flee from it. Regardless of the outcome, so-called "romance" usually seemed like something that wore people down. It was hard to say it had ever produced any positive impact on her peers.
Su Bai, on the other hand, radiated light and heat, roasting her until she was toasty and comfortable.
Hehe, Su Bai is the best~
Carrying this surge of abundant emotion, Yangyang sneakily approached the door of the landscape villa. Instead of ringing the doorbell, she sent Su Bai a WeChat message.
About a minute later, Su Bai opened the door.
Yangyang slipped inside. Under Su Bai's surprised gaze...
She lifted her exquisite little face, her spirited eyes twinkling with love and mischief.
...
What kind of move was this?
Immersed in an ocean of joy, Su Bai felt a trace of confusion.
Why was she so impatient the moment she walked in...
...
Whatever. Just enjoy it.
About half an hour later, the two moved to the bathroom.
Yangyang brushed her teeth first... which was reasonable. Although she enjoyed that sort of thing herself, Su Bai was probably a bit much for her to handle.
Afterward, Yangyang took stock of the electrical appliances in the bathroom.
"Mm, this is really nice. If only the bathroom at home was this well-equipped."
"Your dad doesn't like it?"
"No, he's an old fogey. He likes rosewood furniture, that 'New Chinese' style... Sigh, I don't get what's so good about rosewood. It's hard and the color is gloomy. Looking at it for too long makes you depressed."
Yangyang complained.
You know, there is actually some logic to that. The color of rosewood is indeed overly stiff.
Why is the Nordic minimalist style full of fresh, light colors? Maybe those colors help calm and soothe the mind. After all, that crappy place in Northern Europe has very short days in winter. It's easy to get depressed there, so the renovation style has to include anti-depression measures.
Makes sense!
Yangyang and Su Bai chatted about these strange topics until she realized she was already leaning into Su Bai's embrace.
Su Bai seemed very satisfied with her waist.
"Hehe, do you like my waist?" Yangyang asked with a hint of pride, rubbing the tip of her nose against Su Bai's pectoral muscles.
"I do," Su Bai answered honestly. "It's very slim, and the curves are great."
"T-Then how does it compare to your girlfriend's?"
"Sheng Sheng? She leans more towards static beauty, the frail type. You have a dynamic beauty. Each has its own merits. I choose to have both."
Su Bai made no attempt to hide his philandering nature.
Under normal circumstances, talking like this to a girl would get him labeled a creep and exposed on social media.
However, hearing Su Bai say this actually made Yangyang very happy.
Chen Yusheng was Su Bai's official girlfriend, and everyone said they were a perfect match.
Actually, Yangyang thought so too. Look, Sheng Sheng was taller than her, had good grades, and had that cool, aloof older sister vibe—simply the perfect youthful fantasy.
Plus, she wore black pantyhose every day. Yangyang felt that even if she dedicated her life to living as a girl, she probably couldn't manage to wear pantyhose every single day; there was definitely some natural talent involved there.
But, Su Bai said she and Sheng Sheng each had their own merits, which proved that she occupied an important place in Su Bai's heart too.
One could only say that a young girl in love really knows how to fill in the blanks.
The two cuddled for a while, and Yangyang turned her gaze to the bathtub... or rather, given its size, it should be called a bath pool.
...
Thinking about what was about to happen... Yangyang's face immediately started to burn.
She felt like she might faint from shyness. If she fainted, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
Su Bai's body was getting better and better lately. He felt even better than those male models in Greek sculptures. How should she put it? Even professional bodybuilders couldn't compare.
After a brief thought, Yangyang had an idea and asked Su Bai, "Do you have an eye mask here?"
"Huh? What do you need an eye mask for..."
"Um, I feel like my eyes are a bit tired from staying up late. I want to wear a steam eye mask while soaking. It’ll be really comfortable~"
"That makes sense. The young miss really knows how to enjoy life," Su Bai praised.
"Who's a young miss~" Yangyang pouted and acted coquettishly.
...
She quickly begged for mercy, telling Su Bai to wait before... Anyway, bath first! Steam eye mask first!
If she wore the steam eye mask, she could block out her vision and rely only on her sense of touch.
She shouldn't faint as easily that way.
She would take off the mask once she got used to it.
All according to plan!
Yangyang always had these innocent, funny ideas in her head. Perhaps pure-hearted girls are just like that.
If Su Bai knew, he would definitely find it incredibly amusing.
Some girls are just like this. That spirituality revealed during love is as clear as a legendary spring, unmatched by those girls whose heads are filled with cars, houses, and material things.
Of course, the cost of having such a girl is also very high. Only someone with Su Bai's current capital could dare to dream of it.
In a sense, Su Bai was also the type to prefer quality over quantity when it came to feelings.

or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?

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?"

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.”