Listen to my sister?
Like hell I will!
An Xiaowei would never just blindly follow someone else's orders. She nodded vaguely in response.
Ning Moqing knew the girl wasn’t stupid and glanced at the groceries in the fridge.
There was still plenty—enough to last them for days.
An Wan’s filming would take two months, and as a manager handling multiple celebrities, Ning Moqing had a packed schedule.
"Xiaowei, I remember you can cook, right? You’ll be fine making dinner yourself?" Ning Moqing checked her phone, which had been buzzing nonstop. If she didn’t leave soon, her team would lose their minds.
"No problem."
As soon as An Xiaowei answered, Ning Moqing shoved her laptop into her hands.
"Don’t forget your thesis."
An Xiaowei: "..."
What if I can’t write it?
She felt like this was life-or-death. It seemed she needed to hurry up and resolve the issues with the male and female leads.
Once Ning Moqing left, An Xiaowei plopped onto the sofa and scrolled through her phone.
She was watching a replay of Yan Chen’s livestream. He didn’t seem to be doing well lately, though at least he’d wised up a little—banning Xishi every match.
Being cut off from An Wan had left Yan Chen stuck in the beginner’s zone, unable to progress.
By the afternoon, An Xiaowei heard the door click open. She looked up to see Xu Ya yawning as she headed straight for the bathroom.
A man and a woman…
Alone together.
The sound of running water seeped through the door, light and rhythmic like drizzle, filling the air with an ambiguous tension.
Before An Xiaowei could finish the livestream replay, Xu Ya emerged from the bathroom.
Fresh out of the shower, Xu Ya’s skin glowed pink, her lips plump and red. Her slightly damp hair draped over her collarbones, and the faint upward tilt of her eyes carried a hint of allure.
She wore a silk camisole nightgown, the delicate fabric barely covering the soft curves beneath. Droplets trailed down her collarbone, darkening the fabric where they landed.
An Xiaowei glanced once and quickly averted her eyes.
See no evil, see no evil.
But then Xu Ya strode over, draping an arm around An Xiaowei’s shoulders.
"Little one, hungry?" Xu Ya smiled sweetly.
An Xiaowei felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what.
"Kind of, but I—"
Before she could finish, Xu Ya nuzzled her cheek, soft and warm.
"How about I take you out to eat?" Xu Ya beamed.
An Xiaowei squirmed, recalling Ning Moqing’s warnings. A thought flickered in her mind, but before she could grasp it, Xu Ya stretched and stood up.
The faint scent of her shower gel drifted over.
"Come on, Ning Moqing isn’t here. I’ll treat you—don’t worry, money’s no issue." She patted An Xiaowei’s shoulder.
"But I feel like you’re trying to sell me off," An Xiaowei blinked, looking adorably clueless.
"Me? Never!" Xu Ya ruffled her hair, grinning. "It’s settled then."
Xu Ya went to change, grabbing her makeup bag from the vanity.
"You don’t wear makeup, right? Let me doll you up—you’ll look even prettier."
"I’m not really into that," An Xiaowei muttered.
But Xu Ya was unstoppable. As she applied makeup, she chatted about random things—food, hobbies, anything lighthearted.
When she finished, An Xiaowei eyed the pile of cosmetics warily.
"This…"
"This is primer—goes on first to protect your skin. Then foundation, some color… but you’re cute, no need for heavy makeup."
Xu Ya washed An Xiaowei’s face, then dabbed product on with a sponge, tickling her skin.
"Do we really need this much?" An Xiaowei fidgeted.
Being a girl was such a hassle.
"It’ll be quick," Xu Ya assured her, a seasoned pro.
"I’ll teach you sometime. Every girl should know how to do this."
"Does makeup really make that much difference?" An Xiaowei mumbled.
Soon enough, Xu Ya finished. An Xiaowei felt strange—maybe because it was her first time wearing makeup.
Xu Ya guided her to the full-length mirror.
"Ta-da! Gorgeous, right? Now just change clothes and slip on some heels—perfection."
"Heels?" An Xiaowei’s legs already felt weak.
"Yep. Trust me, most jobs expect women to wear makeup. It’s basically a professional skill now. You’ve gotta learn."
That got An Xiaowei thinking.
Maybe makeup was necessary after all.
She might need it someday. How hard could it be?
"Is it difficult?" she hesitated.
Before she could turn, Xu Ya produced an outfit and heels.
After some fussing, An Xiaowei clung to the wall.
"I—I can’t stand!" Her legs trembled like she was having a seizure.
"It’s fine, these aren’t even tall," Xu Ya crouched, steadying her.
"Hold my hand. Walk with me." She smiled encouragingly.
An Xiaowei gripped Xu Ya’s arm, managing a few shaky steps. Aside from nearly twisting her ankle, it went okay.
"Not so bad, huh?" After a few tries, An Xiaowei grinned.
"Told you! Just balance and go."
Xu Ya packed her bag, then gave An Xiaowei a thumbs-up as she stood steadily.
"You’re a natural! First time in heels? Impressive."
"Pfft, I could handle ten centimeters easy," An Xiaowei boasted, puffing up.
Xu Ya stifled a laugh.
"Sure, sure. Let’s go."
An Xiaowei nodded. Just dinner—what could go wrong?
She was a grown man (sort of). No way Xu Ya could outsmart her.
But she never expected Xu Ya to take her to a bar.
The place was tucked away, quiet, surrounded by historic buildings and trees. A gentle breeze made it feel more like a garden than a bar.
"Nice, right?" Xu Jing (or was it Xu Ya?) loved the finer things.
"It is… but a bar? Isn’t that kinda…" An Xiaowei never pegged her as the bar-hopping type.
"Relax, it’s not a club. Just a chill spot for drinks. I’ll get you some light cocktails and snacks."
Xu Ya led her inside, where the staff greeted her warmly.
"Oh hey, Xu Ya, is this your new friend?" The long-haired girl slung an arm over Xu Ya's shoulder and flashed a smile at An Xiaowei.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
