"I'll go back when I feel like it, but not for the auction. I'm going home."
"What? So you'd rather marry that old man from Y Country than pick a young noble here? Have you lost your mind?"
Daisy had already seen through Adel and those so-called nobles. With a despondent gaze fixed out the window, she murmured softly:
"Marrying anyone makes no difference—none of them are the one I love. Whether he's 60 or 20 changes nothing."
Adel never expected such words to come from Daisy's lips.
"Who on earth has brainwashed you? Do you really think I'd harm you?"
"You're the one who brainwashed me. To you, I'm just a gift, a pitiful stepping stone."
Adel tried to argue further, but Daisy cut him off.
"I will return, but not with you. And I'll tell Father everything you've done. Goodbye, Adel."
Adel frantically called out Daisy's name, but she had already hung up.
Staggering back in dismay, Adel muttered, "It's over..."
When Zhou Yi returned, Daisy was obediently sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Zhou Yi had bought medicine, band-aids, and some food—practically treating Daisy like his own daughter.
"Here, give me your foot."
Zhou Yi sat beside her, and Daisy rested her foot on his lap as he carefully applied the ointment.
"Ouch... it stings a little, Brother."
"Then I'll be gentler."
Zhou Yi blew softly on the injured spot.
Daisy, sucking on a lollipop, studied Zhou Yi intently.
"When are you going back, Brother?"
Zhou Yi glanced up with a smile. "Is Daisy eager to go home with me already?"
"Mm! I want to see the place where you grew up."
"My hometown is called Huaihai—just an ordinary city."
"That's okay. As long as you're there, Daisy will be happy."
"Soon, I'll be moving to the most bustling city in our country. There's a girl there who's quite interesting—maybe you'll become friends."
Zhou Yi suddenly thought of Little Jia.
She and Daisy seemed around the same age. Perhaps they'd hit it off.
Daisy daydreamed about the places Zhou Yi described. He had woven a beautiful dream for her, one she never wanted to wake from.
"So, which day exactly are you leaving?"
"In two days."
"Got it."
With only two days left, Daisy knew their time together was running short.
That night, Zhou Yi, for once, played the gentleman and let Daisy sleep on the other single bed.
But Daisy clung to him, refusing to let go—she insisted on sharing his bed.
Though Zhou Yi knew she meant nothing by it, he was no saint. Holding such a fragrant, soft beauty in his arms wasn't exactly easy to ignore.
"Daisy, I thought you hated men."
"You're Brother. You're different. They're all perverts—you're not."
Zhou Yi: I am too...
He scooted aside, but Daisy followed, determined to stay close.
Zhou Yi hadn't expected Daisy to be this clingy. It was sweet torture.
Finally, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his embrace.
"Alright, sleep now."
"Brother, tell me a fairy tale? I want to hear one."
"How about this—you tell me an adventure story first, then I'll tell you The Little Mermaid."
Zhou Yi's "adventure story" could only be about Wagner Island. His motives weren't exactly pure.
But Daisy didn't notice—boys liking adventure tales was normal.
She'd never heard The Little Mermaid before, so she agreed eagerly.
Her mother had told her the Wagner Island story many times, so Daisy recounted it flawlessly.
Zhou Yi memorized every detail. Once back, he'd send someone to investigate that place.
After finishing, Daisy blinked up at him. "Your turn, Brother. The Little Mermaid!"
This world's fairy tales differed from Zhou Yi's past life, so Daisy hadn't heard any of his versions.
He narrated three classics: Snow White, Cinderella, and The Little Mermaid.
"So the mermaid turned into foam? She didn't end up with the Prince..."
"Right. So don't blindly fall for someone or sacrifice everything for them."
"But isn't that what love is? People in love aren't rational. If you won't give, is it even real love?"
Zhou Yi met Daisy's clear eyes and found himself speechless.
For him, self-love always came first. Everyone else was secondary.
Daisy and Zhou Yi defined love differently.
Maybe he understood, but he'd never truly love someone the way Daisy described.
He'd never wholly loved anyone.
"Before loving others, learn to love yourself. Otherwise, you'll get hurt."
"Love makes you helpless. Love overrides logic."
Daisy said this with conviction.
Zhou Yi chuckled. "How would Daisy know? Have you fallen for someone?"
She hugged him tightly, muffling her voice. "Mom said so."
Perhaps she didn't fully grasp it either—but in Daisy's heart, Mom was always right.
Zhou Yi didn't argue, just patted her head soothingly. "Mm, your mom has a point."
But it's what foolish women do.
Like You Man and all his exes.
Smart women learned self-love.
"Sleep now. It's late. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the aquarium. Doesn't Daisy love the ocean?"
"Yes! I want to see dolphins~"
"Goodnight."
"Brother, where's my goodnight kiss?"
Daisy gazed at him expectantly. Zhou Yi felt he'd replaced her mother as the person she relied on most.
He kissed her forehead—pure, without a trace of desire.
"Goodnight, Daisy. Sweet dreams."
"Then you have to visit my dreams, Brother. That way, they'll be sweet."
Zhou Yi's heart melted.
He hummed softly, rubbing her back until she drifted off in his arms.
Watching her peaceful face, he asked his system:
"System, can you craft a dream for her?"
077: "What, finally grew a conscience?"
Zhou Yi: "No. I need her to dream of marrying me—to shift her view from 'brother' to 'man.'"
"I can't stay her 'brother' forever. My goal is to win her over, not play the saint."
077: "Thought you'd forgotten your mission."
Zhou Yi: "Name the price."
077: "Cheap. Just 10,000 attribute points."
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth. "Deal!"
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?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
