"I was just giving the most convenient example for illustration."
Ning Yu reacted and began to follow Shen Yiyue's question:
"I think I just explained what I understand by 'liking' someone, right? Following that conclusion, I believe liking can be divided into psychological liking and physiological liking."
"Physiological? Psychological?"
Shen Yiyue held up two fingers, dividing the concept into two parts as Ning Yu explained.
"Yes, first, physiological liking. This is easy to understand, isn't it?"
Ning Yu pointed to her own body as an example.
"Physiological liking is what people mean when they say 'I'm attracted to your body,' or, to put it more bluntly, 'I want to mate with you.'"
Hearing such straightforward terms as 'attracted to your body' or even 'mating,' Shen Yiyue couldn't help but blush. However, seeing that Ning Yu was speaking seriously, she felt she shouldn't be blushing.
This is a serious discussion!
But why does it feel like the topic is getting more and more off track... We weren't supposed to be talking about this...
"This is just our animal instinct, you see. Statistically, most animals are generally attracted to the opposite sex on a physiological level."
Ning Yu, however, didn't seem to notice Shen Yiyue's reaction and continued speaking on her own.
"Of course, there are exceptions, like those who are attracted to the same sex physiologically. This is just part of nature's diversity."
"This reproductive instinct is written into our biological genes. That's what we call physiological liking."
"Generally speaking, people who are good-looking or have a good figure are more likely to be popular on a physiological level."
Ning Yu finally seemed to have explained the first concept clearly and then moved on to the second.
"Physiological liking is usually gender-specific, but psychological liking is different. Psychological liking is not gender-specific and has nothing to do with your own gender."
Ning Yu transitioned to the second concept with this example.
"For instance, if you speak very politely and I feel a sense of affinity, or if you are very gentle and meticulous in dealing with people, such qualities make me really like you."
"This has nothing to do with gender. If you are the gender I am attracted to, that's great. If you are not, we can still be good friends, siblings."
Although Ning Yu spoke a lot at once, her explanation was quite straightforward and easy to understand. Shen Yiyue quickly grasped it and began to apply it:
"So, if my physiological attraction is to the opposite sex, but I can't feel physiological attraction to someone of the same sex, I can't truly like them, but it doesn't prevent me from psychologically liking them and being close to them."
"Similarly, if my physiological attraction is to the same sex, then as long as I can psychologically like someone, it means I might potentially like them."
Ning Yu nodded upon hearing this, giving her a thumbs-up gesture, and continued:
"So, these attractions are nothing special. Liking someone is the most ordinary thing in the world, and gender is just one of the factors."
Shen Yiyue was a bit stunned. She had only felt some vague emotions before, but now she began to clearly understand her own feelings.
"So... liking someone is like this?"
At this thought, a surge of inexplicable courage welled up in her heart. A question she had pondered for a long time seemed to finally become clear today.
Suddenly, she stood up and sat next to Ning Yu. Ning Yu also turned her head, swept the silver hair falling in front of her ear, and looked seriously at Shen Yiyue.
She reached out and held Ning Yu's hand.
"Xiaoyu, I want to ask you, if I hold your hand, would you feel physiologically repulsed?"
Shen Yiyue's heart was pounding, but she was determined to get an answer, right here and now.
When she saw her sit down, Ning Yu suddenly calmed down.
There was nothing to avoid. All she had to do was face her own feelings.
"No."
Ning Yu held Shen Yiyue's hand in return, their fingers intertwined. Ning Yu felt her hand was a bit cold.
"Really?!"
Her eyes sparkled with joy as she looked at Ning Yu, as if seeking confirmation.
"Then... do you psychologically dislike me, Xiaoyu?"
She continued to ask Ning Yu in a roundabout way, but Ning Yu wasn't stupid. She could clearly tell what Shen Yiyue was asking.
However, Ning Yu seemed to be one step ahead, holding her other hand and moving closer.
The two were now inches apart, able to smell the faint fragrance from each other. Ning Yu observed more closely and even noticed Shen Yiyue's trembling eyelashes.
Her beautiful eyes were already misted with a thin layer of tears, waiting for Ning Yu's answer.
"You're such a fool, always talking in circles."
Ning Yu suddenly winked at her, a playful gesture Shen Yiyue had never seen before.
"All I want to say is just one thing: I like you."
Ning Yu had asked herself this question countless times in her mind. Being someone who viewed things calmly and rationally, she was now facing this question.
But if she were to be honest with herself, she could think of countless scenes:
Shen Yiyue watching her make steak, unhesitatingly letting her go first, taking care of her when she was unconscious, being teased but stubbornly refusing to admit it, licking her fingers while eating, quietly coming to talk to her when sad, her cute smile, her puffed-up face when teased...
There were too many such scenes, Ning Yu could hardly count them all, but she was certain of one thing: Shen Yiyue was the most important person in her life right now.
Ning Yu wanted to see her smile, wanted her to be happy, wanted to be with her, and hoped that their 'contract' would never end.
Ning Yu asked herself honestly, and the conclusion came without a second thought.
She liked Shen Yiyue, both physiologically and psychologically, regardless of any theory or analysis.
So she said it honestly.
Originally, the two were still talking in circles, and Shen Yiyue didn't expect Ning Yu to suddenly drop such a direct statement.
She finally got the ultimate answer she dared not even think about. Her eyes widened in surprise, joy, and excitement...
But she had to say something now!
Shen Yiyue suddenly snapped out of the overwhelming sense of happiness and replied:
"I like Xiaoyu too, the most!"
Then she couldn't help but start wiping the tears falling from her eyes. She hurriedly explained:
"Sorry... I... I'm just too happy... so..."
She used the back of both hands to wipe her cheeks, left and right, but the tears wouldn't stop. Then Ning Yu joined in to help her wipe them.
But Ning Yu quickly added a twist:
"But... there's one more secret I haven't told you. It's a secret I must tell you."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
