"What bad intentions could Jiajia possibly have? Jiajia just wants to give Brother Zhou a massage. You must be exhausted from helping Grandfather Qu with his treatment lately."
Jiajia's hands rested on Zhou Yi's shoulders, then slowly slid down.
A tingling sensation spread through Zhou Yi's body.
Jiajia's hands were beautiful—slender and delicate, like jade.
When her fingers brushed over his well-defined chest muscles, she couldn't help but swallow hard.
Zhou Yi looked tall and lean, yet his physique was surprisingly toned, with noticeable muscles!
Zhou Yi gripped her wrist and said calmly, "I’m not used to being touched."
077: "Woman, you're playing with fire!"
Jiajia perched herself on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She tilted her head, gazing at him like a mischievous yet irresistibly alluring enchantress.
Zhou Yi tried to pull her away but found himself unable to.
The slightest tug left faint red marks on Jiajia's wrist—she was as delicate as if made of water.
Pouting, she feigned hurt, "Brother Zhou, it hurts."
Zhou Yi had no choice but to relent, letting her stay seated on his lap.
"Get down, Jiajia. This isn’t appropriate. What if you get hurt?"
His voice carried helplessness, but no trace of disgust.
Jiajia squirmed slightly, causing Zhou Yi’s face to flush. His voice turned husky as he warned, "Stop moving."
She poked his muscles, her eyes gleaming.
"This is nice. Brother Zhou even has abs!"
"Is that the point...?"
"Oh, no no no, the point is that I’m giving you a massage."
"No need, really."
"Then how about you massage me instead?"
"I don’t know how."
"You’ll learn. It’s easy—I’ll teach you."
Jiajia got up from his lap and tugged him toward the daybed in the room.
With a playful push, she sent Zhou Yi tumbling onto it.
He looked like a helpless monk captured by a seductive fox spirit.
Jiajia pinned him down and began unbuttoning his shirt under the guise of giving him a massage.
"Wait, Jiajia—Jiajia, don’t do this."
"Seriously, this isn’t right."
"Jiajia..."
"Are you really just massaging me?"
Watching his resistance crumble into resignation, Jiajia giggled. Her eyes sparkled with feigned innocence as she nodded.
"Mhm, that’s all. My technique is great—you’ll see."
By now, Zhou Yi’s shirt was thoroughly rumpled.
"Your shirt’s all wrinkled now. Just take it off, Brother Zhou."
Jiajia’s eyes shone with anticipation.
Zhou Yi rubbed his nose. "What am I supposed to wear tomorrow? I can’t walk around shirtless—how would that look?"
"Don’t worry, I’ll have someone buy you new clothes right away."
"Now take it off and let me massage you."
Jiajia walked to the table, picked up her phone, and made a call.
When she turned back, Zhou Yi had already removed his shirt and was waiting.
The moment she saw him, her lips parted slightly.
Damn, that inverted triangle physique...
Those pecs...
Those abs...
That V-line...
Her gaze clung to him like glue.
Zhou Yi cleared his throat. "Jiajia, what are you staring at?"
She walked over and pressed him down onto the daybed. "Nothing. Lie on your stomach—I’ll start with your shoulders."
To Zhou Yi’s surprise, Jiajia actually began massaging him properly.
Her technique was impressive—she claimed to have learned it from an old Chinese medicine practitioner.
"How does it feel? Good?"
"Yeah, pretty good."
"Want me to go harder?"
"This pressure is fine."
"Then you’ll do the same for me later, okay? Think you’ve got the hang of it?"
Zhou Yi smirked. So that’s why she was being so well-behaved—her real goal was to get a massage herself.
He turned his head slightly, hesitating. "I only know the basics. What if I hurt you? Maybe we should skip it."
Jiajia pouted. "No way! You promised. Now it’s your turn."
She pulled him up and took his place on the daybed.
She kept her clothes on, knowing Zhou Yi would refuse otherwise.
Lying there obediently, she looked like a little rabbit waiting for its owner’s touch.
Zhou Yi couldn’t help but chuckle. He ruffled her hair. "Alright, alright, I’ll do it."
His movements were clumsy as he worked on her shoulders.
"Is this pressure okay?"
"Mmm..."
Jiajia let out a soft, satisfied moan—deliberately teasing him.
The sound was undeniably suggestive.
Zhou Yi paused. "What’s wrong?"
Jiajia suddenly sat up and loosened her collar.
"I’m feeling a little hot, Brother Zhou."
"Then maybe we should call it a night. You take the bed—I’ll sleep here."
Jiajia wrapped her arms around his waist. "Nooo, stay with me. Otherwise, I won’t sleep."
Zhou Yi frowned but stayed silent.
She shook his arm, her voice sweet and coaxing.
"Please? We’ll just lie together—nothing else. Wasn’t I well-behaved during the massage?"
Her earlier restraint had all been to lower his guard.
Finally, Zhou Yi relented. "Fine, but only until you fall asleep."
Jiajia stretched out her arms. "Then carry me to bed. I don’t want to put on shoes."
She hadn’t forgotten how Zhou Yi had once carried Xie Tingwan.
Zhou Yi scooped her up in a princess carry, and Jiajia nuzzled against him contentedly.
After placing her on the bed, he tucked the blanket around her and sat stiffly at the edge.
Jiajia patted the space beside her. "Lie down, Brother Zhou."
"I’ll just sit here until you sleep."
"But the blanket’s so cold. Come warm it up for me."
"If you’re cold, I’ll turn on the AC."
As he started to rise, Jiajia swiftly looped her arms around his neck and yanked him down.
Their positions turned intimate—Jiajia beneath him, Zhou Yi hovering above, their eyes locked as tension simmered between them.
Jiajia’s eyes were mesmerizing—clear and bright, yet brimming with temptation when she smiled at him.
She traced a finger over his lips, her voice dripping with allure.
"Brother Zhou, have you ever shared a bed with a woman before?"
"No."
077: "Tch."
Seizing his momentary distraction, Jiajia pulled him closer until their lips met.
She teased his lower lip with her tongue before deepening the kiss.
Her hands slid from his neck into his hair.
Zhou Yi’s gaze darkened. "Don’t tempt me, Jiajia."
She arched a brow. "What if I insist?"
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
