I'm screwed.
Totally screwed.
I was so startled earlier that my mind went blank, and I didn’t have time to think things through.
Back then, my confession in front of Luo Shuning was fake, but this time, I’ve been caught red-handed.
At this point, Gu Luo had no choice but to brace himself and speak up:
"Uh... there’s something I need to explain..."
"What?"
"I got here at 11:40," Gu Luo said shamelessly, his voice low.
Since he’d already been caught, he might as well try to save some face.
Might as well push the time back a bit.
After so many "battles" with the little devil Shuhe, he had almost no sense of shyness left in front of her.
All that embarrassment had been worn away by their repeated intimate encounters and forceful kisses.
"......"
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe fell completely silent.
She just stared at Gu Luo, who was pressed against the wall, her expression unreadable, her eyes filled with complexity. She didn’t say a word.
"Cough... why are you looking at me like that...?"
Gu Luo squirmed under her gaze, like a small animal whose thoughts had been laid bare. He averted his eyes awkwardly, unsure where to put his hands or feet.
"I’m just thinking... how can someone as shameless as you still make me like you so much?"
"...Me? Shameless? How?"
"Tsk..." Luo Shuhe shook her head with a faint smile and slowly explained, "I came out at 11:50 and ran into my sister, so I let her go in first."
"Then I went back to my room and came out again at 12:03."
"......"
Hearing this, Gu Luo’s face burned red with humiliation. He wished he could dig a hole and disappear.
This is so embarrassing...
Just let the world end already.
Is there an alien out there who can abduct me right now?
I can’t live with this shame.
"I... I was just joking earlier... haha..."
"Haha... I actually came in at 12..."
"Shuhe... you’ll keep this a secret for me, right?"
Gu Luo was on the verge of tears, ready to drop to his knees and kowtow to the little devil right then and there.
This was undoubtedly the most humiliating moment of his life—his greatest shame.
"Brother, I was just joking too. The truth is, I really did come out at 12:03." Luo Shuhe’s lips curled into a sly smirk as she sighed in mock disappointment.
"Your mental fortitude is really weak. You need more training."
"......"
Gu Luo felt blood rush to his head, his vision spinning.
He wanted to say something, but his throat felt blocked.
This beautiful girl in front of him was undoubtedly a devil among devils.
A little demon who devoured people without leaving a trace.
"You!... You!..."
Gu Luo pointed at Luo Shuhe, his finger trembling slightly from anger.
"Me? Me?"
Luo Shuhe stood up slowly, taking step after step toward him, each one landing right on his heart.
Only when she was pressed tightly against him did she tilt her head up slightly, looking into his eyes as she asked:
"Brother, what did you want to say?"
"...Stop messing around. Someone might come..." Gu Luo didn’t want to stay a second longer, desperate to escape this awkward situation.
He tried to sidestep away, but Luo Shuhe immediately rose onto her tiptoes, leaning close to his ear. In a voice laced with temptation, she whispered:
"Brother, you wouldn’t want the other girls to know you came to the bathroom in the middle of the night and shamelessly lied like that, would you?"
Hearing those words, dripping with the flavor of a certain island nation’s media, Gu Luo froze in place.
His expression was a mix of embarrassment, resignation, and most of all—the helplessness of being completely controlled.
I’m done for. This time, I’ve really fallen into the little devil’s hands.
"Lower your head," Luo Shuhe commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
After a brief hesitation, Gu Luo had no choice but to comply.
And then, once again, his lips were sealed by soft, tender ones.
Luo Shuhe wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes as she kissed him passionately.
Gu Luo didn’t dare resist now, nor did he bother with half-hearted protests. He just stood there stiffly, unmoving.
Time stretched endlessly in that moment, each second testing their willpower—yet it also seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye.
Only when her feet grew too tired did Luo Shuhe finally pull away.
Then, gripping the collar of Gu Luo’s pajamas, she took a few deep breaths before asking:
"Be honest, brother—do you like me now?"
Looking at the little devil before him, her lips still glistening slightly, Gu Luo fell silent for a moment before nodding slowly.
"I like you."
He couldn’t lie to himself anymore.
No matter how or why it happened, the truth was undeniable—he liked her.
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe’s lips curved upward almost imperceptibly.
"And do you like my sister?"
"I like her."
"Scumbag." Luo Shuhe shot him a cold glance before tightening her grip on his collar. "Then who do you like more—my sister or me?"
Faced with this deadly question, Gu Luo’s throat tightened. He swallowed hard but forced himself to answer truthfully:
"I like Shuning more."
"Brother, you can’t even be bothered to lie?" Luo Shuhe tugged sharply on his collar, her beautiful eyes locked onto his as she repeated:
"Who do you like more—my sister or me?"
"I like Shuning more." Gu Luo answered even faster this time, his gaze unwavering.
"Wrong answer." Luo Shuhe grabbed his wrist and bit down hard. "One last chance."
"Who do you like more—my sister or me?"
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Gu Luo forced out the words: "I like Shuning more."
"Wrong again! I already gave you a hint—brother, you can’t even be bothered to lie?" With that, she bit down once more.
"I’ll ask one final time—who do you like more, my sister or me?"
Seeing the usually ice-cold little devil Shuhe on the verge of breaking, Gu Luo felt a pang of guilt.
After a long pause, he took a deep breath, as if summoning all his strength, and answered with difficulty:
"Right now, in this minute... I like Shuhe more."
After a beat, he added:
"No lies."
For a moment, Luo Shuhe seemed stunned. Then, slowly, she released his wrist.
She lowered her head, gently rubbing the teeth marks she’d left behind—her touch so tender it was hard to believe she was the same person who’d just bitten him.
Then she took two steps back and suddenly flashed the sweet smile she’d worn on their first date.
Luo Shuhe raised her slender right hand, extending a single delicate finger toward him:
"If today I can steal one minute from my sister, then tomorrow—I’ll steal a lifetime from you."
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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!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
