An Xiaowei finally understood what it meant to "drop a brick on one's own foot."
This dog food was fed way too well—next time, please don’t.
But do girls really like being called "big sister"?
An Xiaowei couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.
Nighttime—
An Xiaowei wasn’t fond of going out at night. The An family’s old house didn’t even have an ensuite bathroom.
But as luck would have it, Lin Zixuan was using the shower. An Xiaowei curled up on the sofa, scrolling through videos until she got tired. When she looked up, she saw An Wan in a pink nightgown knocking on the bathroom door—just as it swung open from the inside.
An Wan stumbled straight into Lin Zixuan’s arms.
The clean scent of his shower gel made her cheeks flush instantly, and she scrambled back in a panic.
"Uh, that wasn’t on purpose."
Before she could finish, An Wan darted back to her room like a startled rabbit.
Lin Zixuan ruffled his damp hair, chuckling to himself, only to meet An Xiaowei’s icy glare from the sofa.
Lin Zixuan: "…"
This went on for four whole days before An Xiaowei finally snapped.
No! She was staging a rebellion.
This place was no longer fit for single people.
Sure, Lin Zixuan wasn’t terrible to her—whenever he bought snacks for An Wan, he always got her a share too.
But An Xiaowei still felt the universe’s cruelty toward singles.
This place? Unlivable.
"Hey, Xiaowei, are you really leaving?" Before she left, An Wan held her little sister’s hand, reluctant to let go.
"The kid’s got school stuff to handle. Let her go back. She’s almost graduated anyway. Once she does, Grandpa will give her those apartments in the eastern suburbs. She can live off the rent and just visit the old man more often."
Grandpa An couldn’t bear the thought of his precious granddaughter suffering through a job.
After all, girls should be spoiled.
"Thanks, Grandpa." An Xiaowei flashed him a sweet smile.
"Grandpa, that’s unnecessary. Xiaowei’s still young." An Wan wanted to refuse on her behalf—not because she didn’t care, but because someone Xiaowei’s age could use the life experience.
"Enough, Wanwan. Let’s not dwell on it. And you—punk," Grandpa An shot Lin Zixuan a stern look, "make sure you drop my girl right at her doorstep, not just the gate."
He’d seen right through that brat’s schemes ages ago.
If not for Xiaowei stopping him, he’d have kicked the boy out first. He’d treated Lin Zixuan like a grandson, only for the kid to dare eye his granddaughter.
"Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll get her home safe." Lin Zixuan patted his chest in assurance. Only then did Grandpa An relax, watching Xiaowei climb into the car.
An Xiaowei waved until the two were out of sight, then turned her attention to her phone.
Si glanced at her, itching to ask what she really thought about Ning Moqing—but he held back.
"Xiaowei, thanks." Lin Zixuan spoke up while driving.
"No need. Just get me home." An Xiaowei mulled over Grandpa’s words, an uneasy feeling creeping in.
That premonition came true half an hour later.
"Car’s out of gas." Lin Zixuan hadn’t seen this coming.
An Xiaowei: "…"
She looked around—nothing but barren emptiness. Perfect. The middle of nowhere, a place even dogs would scoff at.
"What now?" Lin Zixuan met her gaze.
"Call someone. Get a friend to bring fuel." An Xiaowei stretched lazily.
Fortunately, Lin Zixuan was reliable enough to actually have contacts.
"Most of my friends are downtown. I checked with Wanwan—Ning Moqing happens to be nearby. I asked her to come."
An Xiaowei’s phone slipped from her hands.
"Who?!" She blinked, stunned.
"Your sister’s agent, Ning Moqing. Heard she’s great. Met her at a gathering once—really nice." Lin Zixuan scratched his head.
"You know her, right? Since she’s your sister’s manager."
An Xiaowei: "…"
"No other friends available?" Her expression twisted in pain.
Lin Zixuan hesitated. "Well, yeah, but they’re all in the city center. It’d take two hours for them to drive here."
Then he paused, sensing something off.
"You seem scared of her. Does she eat children?" He pulled over, confused.
"Not exactly. I’m scared she’ll claim me." An Xiaowei hugged herself, feigning terror.
Lin Zixuan froze, then whipped his head around, eyes wide. After a long pause, he finally spoke.
"She’s into girls? And she likes you?"
Oh, she’d done more than like.
But "like" wasn’t quite the right word. An Xiaowei mentally reviewed their relationship.
Yeah, no conclusion reached.
"Think of her as Yuan Ge, and me as poor little Xi Shi." She even shivered for effect, looking pitiful and brainless.
Lin Zixuan was speechless.
He knew Yuan Ge—the lane-dominating assassin who loved Xi Shi more even than Yao.
"Even so, Ning Moqing doesn’t seem the type to force anything." He paused, then added, "But if you’re that worried, wear less. Easier to run, and if she catches you, fewer clothes to rip off."
"Close your eyes, open them—it’ll be over."
An Xiaowei choked. Never had she been so thoroughly out-argued.
What a beast.
"You weren’t like this before," she said flatly.
"You corrupted me."
An Xiaowei thought about it.
Huh. She had set the tone.
Well, mission accomplished. Next life, she’d quit while ahead.
Their conversation didn’t last long before Ning Moqing’s car pulled up beside them.
"Let’s go. I promised Grandpa I’d get you home." Lin Zixuan found it oddly easy to banter with An Xiaowei.
Like… buddies.
Weird, but that’s how it was.
At least they were both destined to be pinned down by women—close enough in gender.
An Xiaowei dragged herself out of the car and noticed Ning Moqing wasn’t in her usual dress. Instead, she wore a white-and-pink casual outfit, hair in a ponytail, radiating youthful energy.
"Xiaowei’s here too? I’ll top up your gas. Since I’m heading downtown anyway, why not let me drive her home?" Ning Moqing pulled a fuel can from her trunk, handing it to Lin Zixuan.
An Xiaowei furiously typed a message to Lin Zixuan:
"See? She’s already itching to get into my bed."
Lin Zixuan glanced at his phone and decided to defend his sister-in-law’s honor.
"No need, Ning Moqing. I promised Grandpa An I’d take her all the way." He flashed her a bright smile.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
