The Head-to-Head Showdown Between the Little Angel and the Little Devil

"Shu He....."

Luo Shuning had just stepped out of the room when Gu Luo eagerly turned around, about to speak.

Yet before he could utter another word, two warm, soft lips suddenly pressed against his, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

"Mmm....."

Gu Luo's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively reached out to push Luo Shuhe away—though he dared not use too much force, afraid of accidentally hurting her.

But his resistance proved futile. Instead, Luo Shuhe only tightened her arms around his neck.

The scent of cedar from her freshly washed hair brushed against his nose, mingling with the sweet, milky warmth of her breath in the quiet space.

"Mmm... Shu..." Gu Luo barely managed to part his lips for a gasp, only for them to be sealed again.

The entire ordeal lasted about five seconds.

Finally satisfied, Luo Shuhe settled back into her gaming chair, casually crossing her left leg over her right, her calf swaying playfully.

She tilted her head, lightly licking her lips—a gesture dripping with allure, yet her expression remained as cool as ever, like a snow fox baring its claws before its prey.

The contrast was striking.

It was as if an ethereal ice fairy from a fantasy realm, aloof and untouchable, were gazing down at him with indifference—while simultaneously locking him in an intimate embrace.

The impact was overwhelming.

Gu Luo stood frozen, his mind blank except for the lingering fragrance of her hair at his lips.

At least this wasn’t the first time. He’d grown somewhat accustomed to it.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but words failed him.

What had he been about to say earlier?

And what should he say now?

The little angel Shuning had barely left before the little devil Shu He pounced.

Truly terrifying.

"See, this is why Sister is no match for me. She had the perfect chance, yet she acted like a shy little girl, holding hands like it’s some grand romance," Luo Shuhe twirled a lock of hair around her finger, shaking her head. "Meanwhile, I’ve practically devoured you whole, Brother."

"......"

Gu Luo wiped his lips helplessly, staring at the little demon before him, utterly speechless.

What could he even say after being kissed like that?

His heart was a tangled mess.

All he could do was endure.

"Brother, you’ve read fantasy novels, right?" Luo Shuhe suddenly asked.

Gu Luo remained silent, only nodding slightly.

What guy hadn’t?

"Sister is like those righteous, noble disciples from the orthodox sects, while I..." She paused, slowly lifting her slender left leg from her right and draping it over Gu Luo’s lap. "I’m the demonic cultivator."

Her tone was teasing.

"......"

Gu Luo stared at the smooth calf resting on his leg, saying nothing.

He wanted to push it away, but feared that if Luo Shuning walked in mid-motion, she might mistake it for him caressing her leg.

Best to stay still.

As for the whole "righteous disciple vs. demonic cultivator" analogy...

Admittedly, it fit the situation perfectly.

"Brother, guess what—besides the righteous disciples and demonic cultivators, do you think there’s also a 'Forbidden Lord' in this scenario?" Luo Shuhe lightly tapped his thigh with her toes.

A Forbidden Lord?

Gu Luo’s brain short-circuited.

Just as he was about to ask, the door creaked open. Luo Shuning walked in, carrying a stool.

Her breath hitched for a split second at the sight of Shuhe’s leg on Gu Luo’s lap, but she quickly composed herself, offering a gentle smile. "Brother, here’s the stool. You can sit now."

"Ah... right..."

Gu Luo nodded hastily, glancing at Luo Shuhe.

Only then did she leisurely retract her leg, straightening her gaming chair.

Gu Luo sat down, still dazed.

"Sister, aren’t you going to shower?" Luo Shuhe asked casually as she logged into the game.

"Later. No rush—Shuling and Little Man haven’t gone yet," Luo Shuning replied, slipping off her slippers and leaning back on the bed.

"Oh, I see," Luo Shuhe chuckled. "So Sister just loves watching me and Brother duo in sweet harmony."

Luo Shuning turned to look at her but said nothing.

Seeing the little angel at a disadvantage, Gu Luo quickly changed the subject. "Shu He, what’s your in-game ID? I’ll add you."

"My ID?" Luo Shuhe tapped her chin as if struggling to recall.

Then, without warning:

"I Love Brother the Most."

The air in the room instantly froze.

Gu Luo’s expression was a masterpiece of shock.

This was bad.

He’d just handed the little demon ammunition.

"Sister, don’t misunderstand. When I say 'I Love Brother the Most,' I mean it’s my in-game ID, not that I actually love Brother the most. But if you insist on interpreting it that way, well, I can’t help it—after all, the ID is 'I Love Brother the Most.'"

She delivered the entire spiel in one breath, then watched with amusement as Luo Shuning’s expression shifted.

With each repetition of "I Love Brother the Most," Gu Luo’s scalp prickled.

He stole a glance at Luo Shuning on the bed—her smile remained, but it had stiffened.

Game over.

The little angel was being utterly crushed by the little demon.

But there was no helping it. Tonight, the little demon had the "gaming partner" buff.

Gu Luo could only force another topic. "Wouldn’t that kind of ID already be taken?"

He emphasized "ID" heavily.

"I bought the account. Someone was selling the 'I Love Brother the Most' ID, so I snatched it," Luo Shuhe replied, still studying Shuning’s face. "Lucky, right? I really like the 'I Love Brother the Most' ID."

She paused, then turned to Gu Luo with a faint smirk.

"Brother, do you like 'I Love Brother the Most'?"

"......"

Gu Luo’s scalp went numb. All he could manage was a strained smile.

This little demon was too much—seizing every chance to hammer in "I Love Brother the Most."

Was this the power of a demonic cultivator? Terrifying indeed.

"I’m thirsty." Seeing Gu Luo’s silence, Luo Shuhe didn’t press further. She picked up the cup from the table and took a sip.

"Hey—" Gu Luo reached out to stop her, but it was too late.

"Brother, are you thirsty too?"

Luo Shuhe smirked, holding the cup to his lips.

"......It's fine now."

Gu Luo felt utterly defeated.

He was completely powerless against the little devil's advances.

Even the backup angel had been suppressed.

What should he do?

Waiting for advice online.

Urgently.

But just then, the angel Luo Shuning spoke softly.

"Brother, let me massage your shoulders for you."

"Ah... That would be great, thank you." Gu Luo nodded quickly, feeling a slight relief in his heart—the angel was coming to his rescue!

"It's no trouble at all." Luo Shuning smiled gently, slipping her sandals back on before walking behind Gu Luo.

She slowly placed her hands on his neck and began kneading softly.

As she massaged, her gaze drifted to the game screen, and she suddenly asked with curiosity, "Brother, what kind of gun is that? Is it powerful?"

Gu Luo glanced at the array of guns on the screen. "Which one?"

"This one." Luo Shuning pointed at one of them, then leaned her entire body lightly against Gu Luo, resting her chin on his shoulder as she giggled,

"The third one from the left."

Feeling the warmth of her breath against his ear and the faint fragrance drifting over, Gu Luo's heartbeat suddenly raced. He hurriedly nodded.

"The first bullet from this gun is very stable—it can land a headshot in one hit."

"Wow, that’s amazing." Luo Shuning didn’t pull away at all. Instead, she wrapped her arms gently around his neck and whispered,

"Brother, I’m not distracting you from the game, am I?"

"N-no... Not at all..." Gu Luo shook his head quickly, his face burning.

Inside, he was beyond thrilled.

This was the first time the angel had taken the initiative to be so close to him.

It was practically a milestone in their relationship.

And with things like this, there was no going back—once it started, it would keep happening.

Of course, saying it didn’t affect his gameplay was a lie.

But compared to being close to the angel, the game could wait...

This match? Consider it forfeited!

"Sis, are you trying to make him wash my underwear?" Luo Shuhe watched the scene unfold and remarked coolly,

"I did say earlier that if he plays poorly, he has to wash my underwear."

Hearing this, Luo Shuning smiled sweetly, her tone gentle yet carrying a hint of retaliation. "It’s fine. If brother really underperforms, I’ll wash them for you, Shuhe."

After a pause, as if suddenly remembering something, she added with a playful grin,

"Ah, speaking of underwear, the white set brother picked out is really comfortable to wear."

"He has such good taste. I guess I’ll rely on him to choose my underwear from now on."

"Brother, how does that sound?"

"Ah... Sure." Gu Luo didn’t dare refuse.

He was just a helpless bystander caught between an angel and a devil, trembling in fear.

This time, it was Luo Shuhe who fell silent, her expression cooling slightly.

Though she held plenty of trump cards, they were all sneaky tactics—bringing them up would only make her look bad.

If her sister wanted to compete openly, even outright declaring the two-month deadline, then so be it.

She’d fight fair and square!

Sensing the tension escalating, Gu Luo quickly added Luo Shuhe as a friend and started matchmaking without hesitation.

Once the game began, they probably wouldn’t have time to argue.

Sigh... He just hoped it wouldn’t strain their sisterly bond.

What a mess...

But that’s how love was—no one wanted to let go.

Gu Luo didn’t.

Luo Shuning didn’t.

Luo Shuhe didn’t.

And in most cases, someone was bound to get hurt.

Gu Luo didn’t want either of them to suffer, but he truly had no idea how to handle this love triangle.

Hopefully, these two months would bring a resolution.

After just a few seconds of queueing, they entered the character selection screen.

"Yo, squad, anyone got a mic?"

A cheerful voice suddenly rang out in team chat.

"Yeah, I’m here," another replied.

"Got one," a third person answered in a raspy tone.

Gu Luo pressed the push-to-talk button. "Yeah, bro, I’m here."

That left only Luo Shuhe silent among the five.

"Fourth floor, you got a mic?" the enthusiastic first player asked.

"Fourth floor? You there?"

"Hello?"

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