Facing Fu Nanzhi's challenging gaze, Shen Yi directly grabbed her arm and started tickling her.
Can a husband's authority be undermined like this? Especially after he had just mentioned his talent!
Fu Nanzhi couldn't hold back her laughter, her challenging expression crumbling into a distorted grin.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong! I surrender, I surrender."
Fu Nanzhi laughed so hard her whole body shook, leaving her with no strength to resist and forcing her to bow her head in surrender.
"Hmph..."
Shen Yi released her wrist and snorted, lifting his chin proudly.
Fu Nanzhi, with half-closed eyes, snuggled into Shen Yi's embrace like a cat, murmuring,
"Husband, I want a kiss..."
Which man could resist such a test? Anyone who could hold back for three seconds without kissing her would be a god.
Shen Yi was just an ordinary man, and he didn't hesitate for a second before responding.
The voices gradually softened, leaving only the sounds of intimate whispers.
The night was quiet and long.
There was still plenty of time.
The next day, the bright sunlight woke Fu Nanzhi from her sleep.
Opening her eyes, she instinctively reached out to touch the side of the bed, only to find it empty.
Her husband was nowhere to be seen, and panic surged within her as she called out:
"Husband!"
"Hey, what is it?"
She heard a response from outside the room, and then Shen Yi, holding a spatula, pushed the door open and peeked in.
"You're awake, what did you call me for?"
Seeing Shen Yi's figure, Fu Nanzhi's heart immediately calmed down, and she revealed a sweet smile, saying:
"Nothing, I just missed you."
"You're crazy... if the pot burns, you'll have to eat it, you know."
Shen Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes at her before closing the door and leaving.
After Shen Yi left, Fu Nanzhi hugged her pillow and rolled around on the bed, giggling incessantly. The joy in her heart was about to overflow.
This was the life she had always dreamed of.
It's back, everything is back.
Not lingering too long, she prepared to get up.
No dream could compare to the beauty of her current life, so she didn't indulge in sleep.
"Ouch..."
As soon as she sat up, she let out a surprised cry, feeling as if her whole body was falling apart.
Her upper body was sore, her lower body ached, and she was in a state of general discomfort.
She had been too happy earlier and hadn't noticed, but now she couldn't even get out of bed.
At this moment, Shen Yi had finished making breakfast and came in hearing her cry.
Seeing Fu Nanzhi's immobility, he felt both heartache and amusement, teasing her:
"You asked for it last night, look at you now, you can't even stand up."
With his physical talent, this amount of exercise was nothing to him, and he would recover after eating.
Fu Nanzhi was just an ordinary person, and being able to last that long could be considered extraordinary.
Unfortunately, although she had experience, her body didn't, especially since it was her first time.
If Shen Yi hadn't stopped her, she might have kept going.
"I wanted to..."
Fu Nanzhi knew she had gone too far and smiled sheepishly, seeking forgiveness.
"You have to take responsibility for your own body, you know?"
"I know, I know."
Fu Nanzhi stuck out her tongue and tried to move closer to Shen Yi.
"Go away, you haven't even washed up yet, you're filthy."
Shen Yi quickly pretended to be disgusted.
Fu Nanzhi didn't care, shamelessly reaching out to Shen Yi,
"Husband, carry me over..."
"Wait, let me get you a nightgown."
Turning into the wardrobe, Shen Yi found a sleepdress and helped her put it on.
Then, Shen Yi picked Fu Nanzhi up and carried her into the bathroom to help her wash up.
They had been busy until early morning, and she had been unable to move then, so Shen Yi had carried her over for a shower.
Placing Fu Nanzhi on the toilet seat first, he squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush and handed it to her.
"Here, spit the foam here."
At the sink, Shen Yi soaked a washcloth, walked over, and supported her head, saying:
"Good girl, lift your head."
He then carefully wiped her cheeks.
Fu Nanzhi's little feet dangled in the air, thoroughly enjoying Shen Yi's service, almost humming with delight.
"Alright, let's go eat breakfast now, it might get cold."
Bending down, he picked Fu Nanzhi up again and carried her downstairs to the dining room.
Placing her on a chair, Shen Yi went into the kitchen to bring out the food.
He served her a bowl of porridge, handed her a spoon and chopsticks, and then sat down across from her.
"Eat."
For breakfast, Shen Yi had made porridge, fried a few eggs, and sautéed some vegetables.
It was simple, mainly due to the limited ingredients, but it was enough for a morning meal.
"Hey, husband, where's the bedsheet we used last night?"
Fu Nanzhi stirred her porridge with a spoon to cool it down.
Shen Yi frowned and said:
"It's in the laundry basket. We're having breakfast, don't talk about that."
Last night's bedsheet was too dirty to sleep on, so Shen Yi had replaced it with a new one for them to sleep on.
"Oh... I was just asking."
Satisfied with the answer, she took a sip of the porridge, her eyes lighting up as she praised:
"Wow, husband, you're amazing! It's so good."
"Don't overdo it, it's just ordinary porridge, not some magical soup."
"Hehe, it's what my husband made, not even a magical soup could compare."
Fu Nanzhi didn't hold back her praise, and even though Shen Yi knew she was exaggerating, he couldn't help but curl his lips in a smile.
"Alright, if you like it, eat more, replenish your energy."
At this, Fu Nanzhi looked troubled at her chest and said:
"If I replenish, it'll grow, I'd rather not."
Shen Yi pushed the plate closer to her, making it easier for her to reach, and said disapprovingly:
"It's to make up for what you lost last night."
"I think you'll have a hard time moving today, take a day off at home, don't forget to call your company."
Fu Nanzhi nodded,
"Yeah, my legs are so sore and swollen."
"Hmph, you asked for it, remember to be more restrained next time."
Breakfast was quickly finished, and Shen Yi got up to clear the dishes.
Fu Nanzhi instinctively tried to stop him:
"Husband, let me do it."
Shen Yi patted her hand away and said softly:
"Enough, you're a patient now, save your strength."
Then, he carried the dishes and turned into the kitchen.
Fu Nanzhi giggled, cupping her cheeks and staring at Shen Yi's back, lost in thought.
There weren't many dishes, and Shen Yi quickly finished cleaning up, drying his hands on a towel.
"Come on, I'll carry you upstairs to rest, you shouldn't move around much now."
Fu Nanzhi obediently wrapped her arms around Shen Yi's neck and let him do as he pleased.
In bed, Fu Nanzhi was using her phone to ask for leave in a group chat.
Shen Yi came over and placed a pillow behind her, making her more comfortable.
He then started tidying up the scattered clothes on the floor and used tissues.
Fu Nanzhi was too distracted to focus on her phone, just watching Shen Yi busy himself.
Seeing him about to start mopping, Fu Nanzhi quickly said:
"Hey, husband, don't bother, we can ask the auntie to clean later."
Shen Yi crossed his arms, looking at the room, which was finally neat, and didn't insist, sitting down on the bed.
"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"
"Just chat casually."
Fu Nanzhi's eyes rolled as she asked him,
"Husband, did you save my cousin once?"
"Who?"
"My cousin, Cheng Jun, you met her at our wedding."
This statement made Shen Yi's heart skip a beat.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
