The next morning.
The first rays of dawn fell upon Leng Qingqiu's face.
Her features appeared exceptionally serene in the soft morning light.
Her skin was as pale as porcelain, tinged with a faint pink, like the delicate glaze on the finest china.
Mmm...
So comfortable, so warm...
Why do I feel like I slept better than usual today?
Leng Qingqiu stirred drowsily, slowly waking up.
Could it be... because of the affectionate interactions she had with Gu Yan yesterday that made her sleep so soundly?
"Qingqiu... you smell so good..."
Just then.
A familiar, sleepy voice reached Leng Qingqiu's ears.
She smiled helplessly—she must still be half-asleep.
Why was she hearing Gu Yan's voice?
Might as well catch a little more sleep!
With that thought, Leng Qingqiu turned over, intending to doze off again.
But...
A familiar, sweet scent kept drifting into her nose.
Hmm?
This smell is so enticing, I’d almost think Gu Yan was sleeping right beside me.
Hah, but that’s impossible.
Because Gu Yan is in the next room.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
Time passed slowly.
Her mind gradually cleared.
Leng Qingqiu seemed to realize something.
Her eyes snapped open.
When she saw the sight before her—
"!! Huh?!?!"
She froze.
Right beside her lay a radiant, glowing source of vitality.
This person!
Was none other than Gu Yan!
"Wh-what... what’s going on?!"
The sheer shock of the situation overwhelmed her brain for a moment.
What’s happening?
Why is Gu Yan in her room?
No—why is Gu Yan in her bed?!
Her thoughts in disarray, Leng Qingqiu found herself at a complete loss.
She finally noticed her current position.
She was lying on Gu Yan’s arm, curled up against his chest.
No wonder she had slept so well—had she spent the whole night like this?!
And...
She also realized she had pushed Gu Yan to the very edge of the bed, almost causing him to fall off.
Huh?
A wave of embarrassment washed over her. Did she keep snuggling closer to him in her sleep?
No! That can’t be!
Leng Qingqiu, get a grip! The situation isn’t that bad yet.
At least Gu Yan was still asleep.
Wait, why was he even here?
Her mind raced.
Who would want the two of them together?
Who would want Gu Yan to sleep in her bed?
Who... would have such a perverted idea?!
That’s right!
Leng Qingqiu glared at Gu Yan and muttered under her breath, "You pervert."
He must have been so desperate last night that he sneaked into her room.
Sure, her door wasn’t locked, but that was only because she trusted him not to do anything inappropriate!
But!
Gu Yan, you’ve really let me down!
She quickly checked herself, relieved to find everything intact.
Then she eyed Gu Yan suspiciously.
Did he really just sleep? No wandering hands?
Wait... is this really Gu Yan?
And why are you still asleep when I’m already awake?
You’re the one who stole my bed!
Leng Qingqiu tried to sit up, only to find herself tightly held in Gu Yan’s arms.
His body was like a furnace, radiating heat that made her skin tingle.
She pursed her lips. What a jerk—barging into my bed and not even letting me leave.
She estimated it was around 8 in the morning.
It’s already 8, and this idiot still isn’t up?
Oh, right...
A sudden realization softened her heart.
Gu Yan had been exhausted after his trip to the Forbidden Zone, and he still came back to make sweets for her.
Of course he’d be tired.
She shouldn’t be so hard on him.
Come to think of it... Leng Qingqiu rubbed her stomach, puzzled.
She didn’t feel very hungry today, and...
Was it just her imagination, or did her mouth taste sweet?
But she had already brushed her teeth...
Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush.
Ugh, Leng Qingqiu, are you seriously still obsessing over Gu Yan’s sweets?
This is slothful behavior—unacceptable!
She took a deep breath, steadying herself.
Clenching her fists, she scolded herself—this flustered reaction is so unlike you, Leng Qingqiu!
So what if Gu Yan is sleeping next to you?
Right... huh?
A sudden confusion struck her as she realized her clenched fist was pressing against something.
Soft... yet firm...
She looked down.
Her face instantly burned.
Her hand was resting on Gu Yan’s chest.
Wh-what an interesting texture!
A mischievous thought flickered in her mind.
Well... just a little touch wouldn’t hurt, right?
This is your fault, Gu Yan—who told you to sleep here?
And you’re still not awake, smelling so tempting.
You’re a grown man—this is entirely on you!
With that justification, Leng Qingqiu began curiously exploring Gu Yan’s body.
From top to bottom, she traced every contour, fascinated.
So... this is Gu Yan’s physique?
She’d touched him before, but doing it in this situation felt... different.
Somehow... more thrilling!
As the Night King, Leng Qingqiu’s body temperature was lower than normal, and her hands were naturally cool.
Against Gu Yan’s warm skin, the contrast sent a pleasant shiver through her.
Meanwhile, Gu Yan—
Thanks to Leng Qingqiu’s rather rough exploration—furrowed his brows slightly in his sleep.
In his dream, Leng Qingqiu had pinned him down and was doing all sorts of strange things to him.
Heh...
"Qingqiu... you’re so bold..."
The corners of his lips curled up as he murmured.
"!!"
Leng Qingqiu stiffened, her heart leaping into her throat.
She stared at Gu Yan, tense—until she realized he was just talking in his sleep.
Relieved, she leaned closer, curious.
"What kind of dream are you having?"
"What do you mean, 'bold'?"
But—
As her hair brushed against Gu Yan’s nose, his frown deepened.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open.
When he saw Leng Qingqiu’s face inches from his,
He smiled lazily.
"A dream within a dream?"
With that, he pulled her flush against him.
"?! Gu—Gu Yan!"
Before she could react, Leng Qingqiu found herself pressed tightly against his chest.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "Qingqiu... even in my dreams, you’re so beautiful..."
"You smell amazing... Can dreams really replicate your scent?"
"This must be the power of true love!"
Leng Qingqiu's heart was in turmoil—ahhhh!
How could this happen!
She tried to break free, but Gu Yan held her tightly in his arms.
This jerk!
Can’t he snap out of it?!
Flustered and annoyed, Leng Qingqiu pushed against him.
But the next moment...
"Qingqiu... trust me... I’ll make you happy..."
Gu Yan’s murmurs reached her ears.
She froze.
Leng Qingqiu stared blankly at Gu Yan’s life essence, unable to process what was happening.
Make me... happy...?
Her lips pressed together lightly as she cupped Gu Yan’s face.
Then, she leaned in slightly.
Their lips met.
The air around them grew still.
A strange, indescribable feeling filled Leng Qingqiu’s heart.
Gu Yan... do you know...
I’m already happy.
As long as you don’t leave me... that’s all the happiness I need...
She slowly pulled away.
Gu Yan’s eyes fluttered open drowsily as he gazed at her. "Qingqiu... is this a dream...?"
Leng Qingqiu flexed her fingers slightly and smiled. "Yes, it’s a dream."
Whoosh!
A dark vortex swirled beneath Gu Yan.
Yeah, it must be a dream—otherwise, why would Qingqiu be here with me?
He closed his eyes and sank into it.
For a moment,
Leng Qingqiu’s room fell silent again.
A few seconds passed before—
"Uwaaaahhh (⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄!!!!"
Leng Qingqiu immediately buried her face in her hands and curled up under the blankets.
"......So embarrassing!"
[Well done, other me. Just a little more... and your Power of Night will reach the next stage.]
At that moment,
Xiao Leng popped up with a meaningful smirk.
"Xiao Leng, shut up!"
"And stop spying on me and Gu Yan!"
Leng Qingqiu was too mortified to speak.
[Heh.....]
Xiao Leng vanished.
Other me... when you reach the next stage and learn the condition for restoring your sight...
I wonder what you’ll do then...
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
