Gu Luo Rushed into the Bathroom (Three-in-Two)

"......"

Gu Luo stood frozen in place, sinking into deep silence.

Opening the door in this situation would truly be "testing fate"—the consequences were unthinkable.

And then there was the matter of two people sharing the same bathtub water—was that really appropriate?

Just imagining the little devil Shu He soaking her fair, smooth, near-perfect body in the same warm water he had just bathed in...

An indescribable tension seemed to permeate the air.

Sigh.

Gu Luo rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

His relationship with the little devil was truly tangled beyond repair.

Should he just cut off this ambiguous connection?

Truthfully, he couldn’t do it.

He wasn’t a saint—he had emotions, desires, and the most primal instincts of any man.

After all, he and Shu He had already shared too many intimate moments, each leaving an indelible mark on his heart.

But then, he couldn’t bear to betray the little angel Shu Ning either...

Help...

Was this the legendary "peach blossom calamity"?

At that moment, a certain phrase Shu He had once said flashed through his mind—

"If big brother kneels down and proposes right now, I might consider sharing with sister..."

His thoughts instantly snapped back to reality. Could that really be possible?

No, he couldn’t entertain that idea.

Even if, by some miracle, Shu He agreed, what about Shu Ning?

No matter how gentle and understanding Luo Shuning was, she would never accept sharing a man with her own younger sister, right?

And even if—hypothetically—he shamelessly pursued it, and both the little devil and the little angel nodded in agreement...

What about their father and Aunt Luo?

In that scenario, they’d probably beat him to death.

Or stuff him in a sack and dump him into East Lake to feed the fish.

And how would Gu Ximan see him then?

What would Aunt Luo think of his father?

As for the little sunbeam Shuling, she’d probably be fine—just bribe her with delicious food.

But this family would undoubtedly fall apart.

What about a secret affair then? Openly date one, secretly keep the other.

No, that wouldn’t be fair to either of them. The hidden relationship would feel like an affair, full of resentment.

Then keep both relationships hidden?

But secrets never stay buried forever. Sooner or later, the truth would come out. Did he really want to force their love to stay in the shadows forever?

This was a dead end.

And all this was assuming Shu Ning would even agree in the first place.

There was no perfect solution.

After agonizing over it, Gu Luo finally settled on a temporary compromise—

Once the two-month promise with Shu Ning was fulfilled and they officially became a couple, he would cut off all ambiguous ties with Shu He.

To be precise, no matter who he ended up with, he would immediately sever any lingering feelings with the other.

Shu He did hold a place in his heart—not as large as Shu Ning’s, but still a solid fifth.

You can’t have your cake and eat it too. This was the only way.

A man shouldn’t be too greedy. If he got carried away, he might end up losing both Shu Ning and Shu He, left with nothing but regrets.

These two months would serve as an emotional buffer.

It had to be this way.

After two and a half minutes, Gu Luo finally untangled the mess in his mind.

He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to fling the worries away.

Then, placing the plates and cups on the nearby sink, he picked up his sisters’ toothbrushes and began squeezing toothpaste onto them.

First was Gu Ximan’s.

Next, Luo Shuning’s.

Then Luo Shu He’s, and finally Luo Shuling’s.

The order followed the arrangement of their toothbrush cups—an arrangement Gu Luo himself had set.

Whether there was any hidden meaning behind it, only he knew. Maybe it was random. Maybe it wasn’t.

After preparing their toothbrushes, Gu Luo began his own nighttime routine.

A man’s skincare was simple: brush teeth, wash face with cleanser, and—reluctantly—use his sister’s toner.

He hadn’t included the last step originally, but Gu Ximan had insisted, pestering him with her usual "Boys need to take care of their skin too!" until he gave in.

Gu Luo stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth, scrubbing meticulously before carefully brushing his tongue.

But as he brushed, a strange realization struck him.

Normally, they showered before soaking in the bath.

Yet several minutes had passed, and the bathroom remained eerily silent—no sound of running water.

Had Shu He skipped the shower and gone straight to the bath?

Why the rush?

Or worse—had she slipped, hit her head, and passed out, just like in those movie scenes?

The thought sent a jolt of panic through him.

Spitting out the toothpaste foam, he quickly knocked on the bathroom door.

"Shu He, are you okay?"

No response.

"FBI! Is everything alright in there?"

"Hey?! Shu He, can you hear me?"

He raised his voice, the worry in his tone growing sharper—but still, only silence answered.

Had something really happened?

Dread pooling in his chest, Gu Luo didn’t hesitate. He twisted the doorknob and barged in, silently praying not to find the little devil collapsed on the floor.

"Shu—"

The second syllable died in his throat as he froze in place.

There, lounging comfortably in the bathtub, was Luo Shu He.

Her arms rested casually on the edges of the tub as she stared calmly at the uninvited guest in the doorway.

Then, slowly, she spoke:

"Big brother, you were right. I did forget to lock the door."

Pausing, she blinked, a faint smirk curling her lips as she added:

"But since you’re already here... care to join me?"

"The water’s still warm."

Gu Luo let out a resigned chuckle, relief washing over him.

Thick steam filled the bathroom like a dense curtain, and with Shu He submerged up to her shoulders, there was nothing inappropriate in sight.

Still, just in case, he averted his gaze, his cheeks warming slightly.

"Why didn’t you answer when I called you earlier?"

"Forgot," Shu He replied bluntly.

"You..." Gu Luo sighed, lowering his voice. "I was brushing my teeth outside and didn’t hear the shower running, so I got worried. I thought something might have happened..."

"But I’m glad you’re fine. Really glad."

Hearing the genuine concern and lingering fear in his voice, Shu He faltered.

Her heartbeat quickened, her cheeks flushing pink.

Slowly, she withdrew her arms, sinking slightly deeper into the water as if trying to hide.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally murmured:

"I'm sorry, brother, for making you worry."

Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of guilt.

"It won't happen again."

"Huh?" Gu Luo found it hard to believe.

Was this really coming from the mouth of the little devil, Shu He?

He even felt a bit flattered.

Quickly, he waved his hands. "No, no... as long as you're okay."

A few seconds of silence passed before Luo Shu He suddenly spoke up. "Brother, aren’t you afraid that I might suddenly emerge from the water and force you to take responsibility, or make demands of you?"

"In your heart, you must think I’m that kind of girl, right?"

"Of course not..." Hearing this, Gu Luo immediately denied it.

His expression grew complicated as he carefully chose his words. "Shu He, you actually have a sense of boundaries. You wouldn’t cross that line..."

"And I know this must be related to those things you haven’t told me about..."

"I’ve never thought of you as a girl who doesn’t value herself. I’m just really afraid you might get hurt..."

"Besides, I’ve said it before—I’ll take your feelings seriously. At most, in two months, I’ll give you an answer."

As she listened, Luo Shu He’s face grew even redder. The blush spread like twilight, creeping from her cheeks to her delicate ears, her adorable earlobes, and down her fair neck.

In the bathtub, her slender legs pressed tightly together, and her small hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Her heart pounded violently—thump, thump, thump.

"Brother..."

"What is it?" Gu Luo asked, puzzled, still avoiding looking in the direction of the bathtub where the little devil was.

Shu He bit her lip, her mind feeling hazy, and whispered in the tiniest voice:

"You... should leave first..."

Hearing this, Gu Luo blinked, sensing that the little devil was acting strangely—completely unlike her usual self.

But he obediently stepped out, though not without a final reminder:

"Be careful when you come out later. Don’t slip."

"And next time, remember to lock the door when you bathe."

"Mhm... got it." Shu He responded faintly, her voice almost inaudible.

As the bathroom door closed, she let out a long exhale.

Then, her snow-white arms slowly rose from the water, her small hands resting on her flawless cheeks. The scorching warmth confirmed just how fast her heart was racing.

Luo Shu He felt as though this state of hers was entirely unfamiliar—strange yet wonderful.

It was like a dream.

And in this world, the only one who could make her feel this way...

Was her brother.

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