Lin Yuanxi has spent three years in the world of Shunhuonuan, never imagining that accepting a team invitation would send her tumbling into another horror-movie world.
If she had to transmigrate, at least she still had her skills.
But she soon discovered one fatal problem: skills in this world actually used mana!
One moment, her ribbons were flying as she battered Zhujuyin.
The next, her mana bar hit zero and she dropped dead on the spot.
Then she accidentally fell and grabbed Wu Xie's hand. Huh? Her mana was recovering?
From then on, Lin Yuanxi discovered the only rule for surviving in this world:
[Skills are cool, but they need charging. For an emergency power boost, find an NPC.]
Zhang Qiling always let his arm hang just where she could reach it. “Charge.”
Wu Xie would blush and offer her his palm. “Would you like to... hold my hand?”
Hei Xiazi would grin and corner her against a wall. “Little Tangyuan, there's a more efficient way to recharge. Want to try?”
Xie Yuchen would elegantly undo his collar. “Xiao Xi, my power supply is more reliable than theirs.”
Even Lisu would awkwardly hold out his hand. “Hey, I can do it too. Stop going to those old guys all the time!”
She would only blink her clear, innocent eyes, seriously hold their hands, and mumble softly:
“Just a little longer. Almost full...”
Then one day, she discovered a hidden clause in the “charging agreement”:
The more intimate the physical contact, the faster the recovery.
And the looks those men gave her had long since changed from initial confusion and indulgence into deep, simmering desire.
They exchanged glances, and tensions silently filled the air.
Like it, looks good