At that moment, Fu Nanzhi was so nervous and flustered that she didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, Shen Yi spoke first, and she hastily nodded in agreement to help ease her inner shyness.
Seeing her agreement, Shen Yi poured some medicine into his palm and carefully rubbed it to warm it up.
To be honest, in Shen Yi's view, Fu Nanzhi's psychological state was quite polarized.
On the surface, Fu Nanzhi appeared to others as a 27-year-old elite female lawyer.
She was dedicated to her work, serious, and highly disciplined and efficient.
In reality, the private Fu Nanzhi was like an 18-year-old radiant young girl.
Childish at heart, with downcast eyes, stubborn yet adorable.
Her psychological age completely lagged behind her physical age.
A mature woman's figure but with a young girl's heart.
Holding his palm above Fu Nanzhi's ankle, Shen Yi warned,
"This might hurt a bit."
Then he gently pressed on the bruised swelling and slowly applied pressure to massage it.
"Mmm..."
Despite Shen Yi's warning, the stinging pain and soreness made Fu Nanzhi furrow her brows and let out a sound.
Shen Yi didn't stop because of her reaction; now wasn't the time to be soft-hearted. Getting the medicine to penetrate fully would help her recover faster.
As he skillfully massaged back and forth, Shen Yi couldn't help but marvel.
Fu Nanzhi's legs were absolutely perfect - long, straight calves without an ounce of excess fat, gleaming white under the light.
Holding them felt like handling fine porcelain, making him afraid to apply too much pressure for fear of breaking such a precious treasure.
Meanwhile, Fu Nanzhi bit her lower lip, covering her face to hide her changing expressions from Shen Yi.
The pain in her ankle was making her restless.
The medicinal oil was pungent, his palms were warm, and the sprained area throbbed with a mix of pain and swelling.
It felt like having used a massage gun after swimming several kilometers.
What she couldn't express was another strange sensation that overshadowed the intense pain, filling her with an odd shyness that left her speechless.
This feeling, mixed with the sharp pain, blurred the boundaries. The blush that had just subsided returned quickly, rapidly spreading throughout her body.
Her slender fingers crumpled the bath towel as a bead of sweat appeared on her nose tip, trying hard not to make a sound.
She feared that if she opened her mouth, she would make embarrassing noises.
Shen Yi hadn't noticed Fu Nanzhi's predicament at all, his hands working steadily as his mind wandered.
It wasn't until he noticed that her fair legs had somehow taken on a rosy tint that he snapped back to attention.
Releasing his hands, the swollen ankle had already reduced considerably - a couple more days of rest and it should be fully healed.
"What's... what's wrong with you?"
Shen Yi turned to look at Fu Nanzhi - this wasn't the first time this had happened.
Each time she would be completely flushed like she was drunk, not just red all over but seeming dazed, speaking incoherently.
Fortunately, this time Fu Nanzhi maintained her rationality, though her voice was barely audible, and Shen Yi almost couldn't hear her.
"Take... take me upstairs, I need to change clothes."
Fu Nanzhi couldn't say anything more, thankfully Shen Yi had stopped in time.
Since getting out of the pool, her body had become sweaty several times over.
Fu Nanzhi felt sticky all over and was desperate to take a shower and change into fresh clothes.
Shen Yi carried her upstairs in his arms, opened the master bedroom door, and placed Fu Nanzhi in the bathroom.
"Can you manage by yourself?"
With Fu Nanzhi's leg condition, Shen Yi couldn't help but ask after setting her down.
Fu Nanzhi, wrapped in her towel, nodded without speaking, thinking to herself,
"Even if I can't manage, what else can be done..."
Shen Yi gestured vaguely, realizing he'd asked a pointless question, and quietly closed the door as he left.
Hearing sounds gradually coming from the bathroom, Shen Yi suddenly recalled how Fu Nanzhi had looked coming out of the water.
Her curvaceous figure, soft fair form - the splashing water sounds made his mind wander like grass growing wild.
Shen Yi shook his head to clear his thoughts and quickly walked away, aimlessly wandering around the room.
Fu Nanzhi's master bedroom wasn't large but was decorated very cozily.
A huge teddy bear, small plush toys, and cute felt crafts filled the room.
Under warm lighting, it was every bit a young girl's room.
Shen Yi thought nobody from the company would believe this was Fu Nanzhi's room if they saw it.
Walking to the cabinet, there were many photo frames displayed.
The first was an old photograph of an adorable little girl standing in a field, laughing while holding a pinwheel.
Though old, the photo was well-preserved, showing Fu Nanzhi grinning with pure joy.
The second photo was taken by a lake, showing three people. Fu Nanzhi in the middle was still in her teens, smiling brilliantly.
Shen Yi guessed the middle-aged couple on either side must be her parents.
The man looked steady and determined, wearing glasses that gave him a solemn appearance, while the woman looked graceful and elegant, embracing her daughter with a warm, radiant smile.
Moving his gaze, below was a graduation photo.
By then, Fu Nanzhi had grown into a graceful young woman, wearing nerdy thick-framed glasses and showing a reserved smile.
Looking closely, even the loose graduation gown couldn't completely hide her impressive figure, like a brilliant diamond buried in sand.
Shen Yi looked at the photos row by row, as if gradually becoming immersed in Fu Nanzhi's growth journey from childhood to adulthood.
Suddenly, Shen Yi faintly heard Fu Nanzhi calling softly.
Walking a few steps to the translucent door, he heard her say quietly:
"Shen... Shen Yi, could you... could you bring me my clothes?"
Shen Yi was stunned for a moment, realizing he had carried her in without bringing any change of clothes.
"Oh, sure," Shen Yi agreed, but turning around he realized he had no idea where Fu Nanzhi kept her clothes, so he quickly asked,
"Um, where are your clothes kept?"
There was silence for a moment, then:
"In the walk-in closet, first drawer of the first row, first drawer of the third row, then just grab any hanging piece of clothing for me, any of them will do."
Fu Nanzhi quickly explained where to find the clothes and then fell silent.
She spoke as rapidly as reciting a menu, as if the slightest pause would make her too embarrassed to continue.
Shen Yi memorized the instructions and turned right into the walk-in closet, opening both sides of the wardrobe to reveal neat rows of hanging clothes.
Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Shen Yi let out an amazed sound.
He lived a simple bachelor's life, with just a few sets of everyday clothes, buying new ones only when old ones wore out.
Moving was simple too - just dragging a suitcase around, anything extra was just a burden to him.
Bending down to open the first drawer, Shen Yi's breath caught.
Inside were neatly folded rows of underwear, mostly in solid colors, nothing too bright.
Shen Yi pushed aside distracting thoughts and randomly grabbed one piece before moving to the next drawer.
Opening it confirmed his expectations - it contained upper garments, not small in size and very consistent in shape.
Picking matching colors, Shen Yi grabbed a hanging piece of clothing from the side and walked out.
Approaching the door, he turned the handle to create a small gap.
Shen Yi gentlemanly extended his left hand holding the clothes through the gap, intending for Fu Nanzhi to take them herself.
Leaning against the door, his hand remained suspended in air as Shen Yi waited, but Fu Nanzhi didn't take the clothes.
Then Fu Nanzhi's voice came:
"Shen Yi, please bring them in... I can't reach them..."
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
