“Mmm... okay... let’s sleep.”
You Man had no idea how visibly nervous she looked at that moment.
The room was so quiet that even the sound of their breathing seemed to echo between them.
Zhou Yi walked to the bed and removed the towel wrapped around his body, revealing black boxer briefs underneath.
You Man’s face flushed the moment she saw his toned muscles and perfectly defined eight-pack abs.
As for how Zhou Yi had acquired such a physique—well, that was all thanks to the system.
With his combat skills maxed out, his body had undergone a transformation.
Not only had his height shot up to 189 cm, but he’d also gained a sculpted frame with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and those coveted eight-pack abs—the kind of top-tier masculine build women adored, especially when dressed in a suit.
You Man’s cheeks burned as she took in the sight of his bare upper body.
She only dared to look at his torso—glancing any lower felt like a crime.
Blushing, she averted her gaze and mumbled, “You’re so fit, Zhou Yi. It’s hard to tell when you’re dressed.”
Noticing how she kept stealing glances at his abs—wanting to look but too shy—Zhou Yi pulled her closer and placed her hand directly on his stomach.
“If you want to look, just look, Sister Man. No need to be shy.”
The moment her fingers touched his abs, it was like an electric shock.
The sensation... so firm...
She lifted her eyes to meet his, catching the mischievous smirk on Zhou Yi’s face.
Wasn’t this just blatant seduction?
What woman could resist such a test?
You Man swallowed hard and tried to pull her hand back—if she kept touching him like this, things would escalate.
Her gaze flickered downward, eyes widening slightly as the flush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
Zhou Yi leaned in, his voice teasing. “Sister Man, where are you looking?”
Startled, she jerked her eyes away, flustered and unsure where to focus. “N-nowhere. Are you okay? Did I hurt you just now, Zhou Yi?”
Zhou Yi flopped onto the bed, leaning against the headboard with a pitiful expression. “It hurts a little. What should we do, Sister?”
The heat in his gaze made her heart race.
Her entire body felt strange—her face was burning, her limbs weak.
You Man wasn’t naive; she knew exactly what he was scheming.
She leaned over, resting against Zhou Yi’s chest.
He inhaled deeply at her neck and sighed. “You smell so good, Sister. We use the same body wash, but you’re so much sweeter. And your skin—so soft, so smooth, like silken tofu.”
Pleased by his words, she poked his forehead. “That’s just in your head. Should I turn off the light?”
Zhou Yi shook his head. “No. I want to keep looking at you.”
You Man smiled and traced her finger along his jaw, down to his chest, circling slowly.
She licked her lips, the moisture making them glisten.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she cast a lazy, sidelong glance at Zhou Yi—her crimson-tinged eyes as alluring as a fox’s.
Her beauty, usually restrained, now radiated an intoxicating charm.
The way she looked at him was pure temptation, every glance dripping with desire.
With a playful tilt of her head, she swept her hair to one side and murmured in a voice like honey, “Then what should we do, Zhou Yi?”
Zhou Yi twirled a lock of her hair around his finger, grinning roguishly. “Just rub it for me, Sister.”
You Man laughed.
What she did next made Zhou Yi suck in a sharp breath.
This was way too damn intense...
Sweat beaded on his forehead as one hand gripped her delicate ankle, the other sliding up the smooth, pale curve of her thigh...
The night was still long...
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating You Man’s peaceful sleeping face.
The glare woke her.
She fumbled for her phone on the pillow and checked the time.
7 a.m.? She usually woke up much earlier.
She must have slept through her alarm—exhaustion had knocked her out.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, wincing at the soreness that made it hard to straighten her back.
“Ouch...”
She massaged her waist as the blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing a trail of bruises along her neck and chest.
A testament to last night’s intensity.
A high-collared shirt was a must today—no way she could let these marks show.
Her cheeks still flushed, she tucked her hair behind her ears, her natural beauty needing no embellishment.
An arm curled around her from behind.
“Good morning, Sister.”
Zhou Yi nuzzled against her shoulder, his voice warm and affectionate.
You Man patted his head tenderly. “Time to get up, or you’ll be late.”
Zhou Yi yawned, drowsy. “Don’t wanna. I’d rather stay with you.”
She kissed his cheek, smiling. “If love between both sides can last for aye, why need they stay together night and day?”
“Wow, quoting love poetry first thing in the morning?”
“Mhm. Don’t you like it?”
“I do.”
“Good. I’ll get up first and call you when breakfast is ready. Sleep a little longer.”
Zhou Yi caught her wrist, pulling her back before rolling her beneath him. Gently brushing her hair aside, he said,
“After how tired you must be, don’t bother cooking. Let’s eat out—somewhere nice.”
“And take the next few days off work. Go check out storefronts downtown—get the new shop set up sooner. Hire more staff so you don’t have to overwork. Old Hai can help too.”
You Man smiled softly. “Alright, whatever you say. Two employees should be enough, with Old Hai around.”
“It’s your call. Your shop, your rules.”
“No, it’s your money. I’m just working for you—pay me a salary, Zhou Yi.”
“Then we’ll split ownership 50-50. No arguing.”
Zhou Yi was adamant. Touched, You Man could only accept, tucking his kindness deep into her heart.
After a pause, her smile faded. “Zhou Yi... there’s something I need to say.”
“Go ahead.”
“Even after last night... we can’t be together.”
Zhou Yi frowned. “Why? Don’t you like me?”
“Do you really need to ask?”
Her laugh was bittersweet.
Her feelings for him ran far deeper than he realized.
In the days he’d been gone, he was all she could think about.
But she knew there was no future for them.
She was 30. He was so much younger—how could she ever face the world with him?
Her insecurities had taken root alongside her love for him, buried deep where no one could see.
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.”
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
