“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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
