You Man did not show her worries, instead she smiled and pulled Zhou Yi back to the private room.
The meal brought Little Jia and You Man much closer, and they even added each other on WeChat.
After eating, Zhou Yi and Little Jia didn't linger in the restaurant for long, as You Man, being the boss, was quite busy.
Zhou Yi and Little Jia drove to the seaside. Although winter was approaching, the sunshine was quite nice today, making a walk by the sea rather pleasant.
The sunlight spilled onto the sand, warming people up, yet the slightly cold sea breeze still carried a chill.
"This sea is so beautiful."
Little Jia sat on the sand, closing her eyes to savor the beauty of the moment.
Seeing the ocean now, Zhou Yi suddenly fell silent.
Noticing his silence, Little Jia opened her eyes, leaned against his shoulder, and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why so quiet?"
Zhou Yi shook his head: "It's nothing. I just thought of some things all of a sudden."
Little Jia held his hand and said softly, "So, you also have things you can't let go of?"
Zhou Yi's tone also became light: "Life is full of disappointments; of course I have my share."
Little Jia couldn't discern anything from Zhou Yi's expression, and she guessed he wouldn't tell her even if she asked.
She always felt that Zhou Yi seemed sometimes close, sometimes distant.
With a complex expression, Little Jia looked into the distance and said:
"Sometimes I feel like I already understand you very well, like I'm very close to you. But other times, I feel like I've never truly gotten close to you at all."
Zhou Yi just gave a faint smile in response: "Don't try to pry into the depths of a person's heart. What you find might not be what you want."
Little Jia sighed: "Fine, just treat me like a fool then. I'm willing anyway."
Only then did Zhou Yi turn his face, ruffled her hair, and said, "You're adorable just like this. Actually, often there's no need to overcomplicate things and trouble yourself. Why bother?"
Little Jia hummed and said, "So you're telling me to be a fool. Well, I've been muddling along for so many years anyway, it doesn't matter. People who are too clear-headed are never happy."
The two chatted by the seaside. Little Jia had long forgotten about her plan to take photos, and the pretty clothes she brought didn't get used.
But compared to taking beautiful pictures, chatting with Zhou Yi made her happier.
Only this conversation today made Little Jia feel that she and Zhou Yi had genuinely gotten a little closer.
It also made her sense that this person might not be as simple as she had thought.
The Zhou Yi she understood before was just the tip of the iceberg.
What is he really like?
Little Jia was filled with immense curiosity.
She was naturally a very curious person. For Little Jia, this was like solving a puzzle; both the process and the outcome were important.
"When are you going back to City A, Jiajia?"
"Tomorrow."
"So soon? You just got here yesterday."
"There's an important event the day after tomorrow that I absolutely must attend."
Although she was very reluctant to leave Zhou Yi, she couldn't miss it. If Zhou Yi weren't still in Huaihai, Qu Hongzhuo would probably have taken him along too.
"Then I'll take you to the airport tomorrow. I'll be going to City A soon myself. Don't you go taking cold showers every day again."
"No way. If you don't come, I'll take cold showers every day. See if you feel sorry for me or not."
Zhou Yi felt somewhat helpless: "Be good. It's not good for a girl to always take cold showers. Don't be unreasonable."
Little Jia said with a giggle, "Actually, you get used to it after a while."
Zhou Yi fell silent with a cold face. Immediately, a look of infatuation appeared in Little Jia's eyes.
That's it! She absolutely adored this deadpan, cold-faced look of Zhou Yi's.
Cupping her chin, she gazed at Zhou Yi, her eyes sparkling like stars, her voice unbearably sweet:
"Brother Xiao Zhou, you're making me even more unable to resist. I should have chartered a yacht. Then it would have been convenient to do whatever we wanted. Ah, the more I think about it, the more I regret it. I haven't tried a yacht yet. It must be a different kind of fun, right?"
Zhou Yi was truly at a loss with her. He rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated: "How can you be so improper anytime, anywhere? I've never met a girl like you......"
"Well, you've met one now. Hey, Brother Xiao Zhou, how about you scold me again?"
"What do you... mean by that?"
"I feel like taking a cold shower."
"I don't understand. If you freeze to death taking another cold shower, I won't care."
"That's the tone! Scold me a few more times. I love hearing it."
"......"
"Don't stop talking. Be fiercer, fiercer. I don't mind you being fierce with me."
Zhou Yi stood up to leave, and Little Jia quickly got up too.
She followed behind him, calling out, "It's still early. Why are we leaving already?"
The man in front paused his steps. He slightly turned his face and said, "I'm afraid you might do something beastly to me here."
Little Jia doubled over with laughter, squatting there laughing until she was out of breath.
She remembered the first time; she had also forcibly kept Zhou Yi at the Wang residence and pressured him into being with her that once.
Truth be told, she was indeed a bit "beastly."
But hearing it from Zhou Yi's mouth was just hilarious. Little Jia grabbed his sleeve, still laughing uncontrollably: "Don't be afraid. What could I possibly do in such a public place? There are so many people on the beach."
She continued, batting her innocent big eyes: "How about we go rent a yacht now? There's still time."
It was hard to imagine Little Jia, with such a pure and cute face, always saying the most shocking things.
Zhou Yi pulled her up and poked her forehead: "In your dreams. Let's go, time to go home."
Little Jia's eyes immediately lit up: "Okay! Going home works too!"
Zhou Yi could already tell from her expression that this girl was probably thinking about some R-rated stuff again.
After returning home, things went as Zhou Yi expected. Once home, they ended up in bed again.
Zhou Yi did indeed give her a stern "punishment" with a cold face, until Little Jia promised she wouldn't take cold showers.
However, in Little Jia's eyes, Zhou Yi's cold, stern demeanor was no different from a reward; she loved it to death.
Saying she wouldn't take cold showers was just to placate Zhou Yi.
She would still take them when she needed to. How could she help it when her longing for Zhou Yi ran so deep?
The next day, Zhou Yi took Little Jia to the airport.
Both were wearing masks, so Zhou Yi wasn't worried about being recognized.
Little Jia clung to his arm, extremely reluctant to part. If it weren't for her commitments, she would have planned to stay until going to City A with Zhou Yi.
"What am I going to do? It'll be so long before I see you again."
"It won't be that long. In less than ten days, I'll come find you."
"A day apart feels like three years. The days without you are simply like years to me."
"Once I'm there, I'll make you feel like it's New Year's every day."
Only then did Little Jia break into a happy smile.
Seeing that the boarding time was approaching, Zhou Yi had to urge her onto the plane.
Little Jia kissed him through their masks before reluctantly boarding the plane.

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.”

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?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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."