"You're really bad," Si said.
An Xiaowei snorted lightly—she was never a good girl to begin with.
Mission accomplished, An Xiaowei flopped onto the soft bed with satisfaction. She had to admit, a girl’s bed was truly cozy, bouncy and all—absolutely lovable.
Yawning, she snuggled under the covers contentedly.
But the next morning, An Xiaowei was stunned.
She never expected her bed would turn into a crime scene.
The bedsheets at home were all light-colored, and it was her first time dealing with "that time of the month." Aunt Flow had arrived with a vengeance, leaving a bloody mess when she lifted the covers. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but it was definitely eye-catching.
What now?
Did she have to change the sheets every single day from now on?
"No need. Just get some period pads and lay them under you," Si said with a yawn, looking like she’d just woken up.
An Xiaowei was puzzled—since when did systems need sleep?
"And how do I wash this?" An Xiaowei had washed sheets before, but at most, they were just damp or slightly stained. That was easy. But this?
Just remove the first three words of that thought.
"Scrub it by hand."
An Xiaowei: "..."
Great.
Girl’s Diary: Today marks who-knows-how-many-days of being a girl. Second day of my period, and I never realized bedsheets would take such a hit. SOS.
An Xiaowei was officially in her feels.
Even while supervising Li Jiaojiao’s progress, she wore a bitter expression—her hands hurt from scrubbing. Back when she wasted her "future generations," it wasn’t even this troublesome.
Seriously, how did those mystery novels make murder scenes on beds seem plausible? Do they know how hard it is to wash bloodstains?
Ugh.
Yan Chen’s university wasn’t too far from An Wan’s place—otherwise, how would they hook up later? Oh wait, no, meet up at hotels.
So An Xiaowei rode her bike there, parked it at the school gate, and thanks to her protagonist GPS, finding Yan Chen was a breeze.
When she arrived, Li Jiaojiao was already there, standing beside Yan Chen with tears streaming down her face.
Under An Xiaowei’s expert breakup coaching, Li Jiaojiao’s performance was Oscar-worthy—pitiful, delicate, and utterly heart-wrenching. Even Yan Chen seemed moved.
"Um, Jiaojiao..."
"I know, I know you like someone else. I just... I envy her. But I love you so much. I can’t live without you."
An Xiaowei nearly choked hearing that.
Wasn’t this acting a bit too much?
Li Jiaojiao then hugged Yan Chen, tears falling like rain, her restraint making any man’s heart ache.
Plus, she was undeniably pretty.
After a long pause, Li Jiaojiao wiped her tears and pushed Yan Chen away.
"I’m sorry. I lost control. I won’t bother you again. I... I don’t like you anymore at all." She nearly shouted the last part, but her delivery was flawless.
Heartbroken—just as her mentor had taught her.
Without waiting for Yan Chen to respond, Li Jiaojiao turned and walked away, glancing back just once.
That one glance was pure agony—her eyes red-rimmed, her expression shattered.
For some reason, Yan Chen’s chest tightened. He still liked Li Jiaojiao.
But... that beachfront villa was too tempting.
As he shook his head, his friend nudged him.
"That online fling of yours? Doesn’t hold a candle to Li Jiaojiao. Look how much she loves you—even crying like that, she still brought you food. That’s real feelings."
Outside opinions always sway people.
Yan Chen’s heart skipped a beat. Picking up the dropped lunchbox, he found a note inside:
"New day, new happiness! Don’t be sad~ (＾▽＾)"
His expression darkened. An Xiaowei checked the mission progress—50% complete. Not bad. Even the blinding protagonist halo above Yan Chen’s head seemed less irritating now.
In a good mood, An Xiaowei—mask and glasses hiding her identity—borrowed a meal card and treated herself to breakfast.
Meanwhile, Li Jiaojiao nervously texted her mentor:
"Master, will this really work?"
She never knew her acting skills were this good. It was almost ridiculous.
"Absolutely. This year’s Oscar goes to you." An Xiaowei was impressed—Li Jiaojiao wasn’t as clueless as those novel heroines.
Though her guidance probably helped.
"Then, Master, should I avoid him now?"
No need. Just post a sad social media update, and let Yan Chen's friends do the rest.
An Xiaowei’s plan was flawless.
If Li Jiaojiao was truly teachable, An Xiaowei hoped she’d break free from the male lead’s charm—no more simp behavior.
But this couldn’t be rushed. If she said it outright, Li Jiaojiao might suspect her of liking Yan Chen.
Never underestimate a side character’s logic. It’s always wild.
The real headache was Lin Zixuan—he couldn’t just waltz onto a film set.
As An Xiaowei pondered her next move, a guy sat across from her. The moment she looked up, he blushed.
"Uh, junior, can I get your number?"
An Xiaowei: ???
Was she getting hit on?
She never thought a guy would ask for her contact. Then again, she’d barely left the house since transmigrating into this novel.
"I... I think you’re really pretty." His face turned redder.
"No way." An Xiaowei refused outright.
The guy froze. Cute looks, cute rejection—what was this sorcery?
"Come on, just as friends! I’m not a creep."
"Bull. Guys like you are quick to drop their pants." She rolled her eyes.
Dream on. She had enough self-love to spare.
The guy was speechless. He never expected such bluntness. Before he could reply, An Xiaowei grabbed her tray and left.
With her mask off, she finally understood—this body was dangerously attractive.
Pale, delicate, with dewy eyes that made guys want to see her cry.
The scariest part? Even girls were staring.
What the hell?
Had the world lost all shame?
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?
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
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?"
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.
