At the same time.
Luo Shuning lay flat on the soft bed, the room silent except for her faint breathing and the occasional muffled thud of her legs kicking the sheets.
"Brother is spoiling Little Man way too much. It's a bit excessive."
She stared at the photos on her phone, trying to smile, but this time, the corners of her lips barely lifted before drooping helplessly again.
An indescribable, peculiar feeling spread through her heart.
For some reason... she felt a tiny, tiny, tiny bit irritated.
Just a smidge.
But it was something she’d never experienced before.
Luo Shuning kept scrolling through the photos on her phone, her chest feeling strangely tight.
She couldn’t help but murmur softly, "Am I jealous... or... am I angry...?"
The two in the photos looked far too intimate.
If it were just the usual arm-linking, it wouldn’t be a big deal—it’d even look heartwarming.
But now, not only were they flaunting their closeness in every photo, they were even going to sleep together tonight...
So frustrating.
Luo Shuning set her phone aside and buried her entire face deep into the blankets, her fair, slender legs kicking the bed even more rapidly.
She couldn’t help but wonder—if she and Gu Luozhen got together in two months, should she subtly bring this up?
But how would she even say it?
Ugh... Would he think she’s being too petty?
And if she did say something... it’d definitely affect her relationship with Little Man...
At this thought, Luo Shuning suddenly rolled onto her back, staring blankly at the white ceiling, her gaze complicated.
"Why do you have to be so kind to everyone...?"
"Even though that’s exactly what I love about you..."
Yes.
Her heart was in turmoil.
Like a small boat lost in a vast, endless sea.
She wanted—so, so badly—to claim Gu Luo for herself.
Ahead, there was the pressure from her family. Behind her, Shu He was catching up.
And then there were those hidden threats lurking in the shadows, like reefs beneath the ocean’s surface, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to her fragile love boat.
Luo Shuning had always been confident, ever since she was little. When this relationship began, she’d been just as self-assured. But as time passed and circumstances evolved, she suddenly found herself wavering.
She couldn’t stop overthinking.
The old her would never have been like this.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward the neighboring room, as if she could see through the walls and witness what was happening inside. She whispered softly to herself,
"Shu He... What are you thinking right now?"
Meanwhile, in the next room.
"Big sister must be feeling jealous right now."
Luo Shuhe lay curled up on the bed, her silky black hair cascading like satin over her shoulders and pillow.
Staring at the photos on her phone, she couldn’t help but sigh.
"Sis... With the kind of person you are deep down, in the end, you’re the one who’ll get hurt."
"As for me..."
At this, she curled up even tighter, her face completely hidden behind her hair, concealing whatever expression she wore.
Her lips trembled slightly, but no sound escaped.
Clearly, those last words were meant only for herself.
As she scrolled back and forth between the two photos, Luo Shuhe wondered if she should go over and join the fun tonight—take a little piece for herself.
After all, one person sleeping together, two people sleeping together—why not three?
But just as the thought crossed her mind, Gu Ximan’s words echoed in her head—
"Shu He-jie, biting straws is a bad habit. You should fix that."
...Never mind.
She could let her little sister have this one.
She’s pitiful enough as it is.
She probably still hasn’t realized there’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing by her side.
Too naive.
With that thought, Luo Shuhe spoke up.
"Little Bai, turn off the lights."
"Understood."
The next second, the room plunged into darkness.
No more thinking. Time to sleep.
Closing her eyes, drowsiness gradually washed over her.
Before long, she drifted into dreams.
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Her vision was blurry.
Everything around her seemed veiled in a hazy, dreamlike mist.
Luo Shuhe saw a little girl in the mirror—so small she barely reached the table.
The tiny figure felt both familiar and foreign.
Her perspective kept shifting—one moment, she was seeing through the girl’s eyes, as if she were her. The next, she was an outsider, silently observing.
Though she was conscious, it was faint—like the last flicker of a candle in the wind.
"Shu He! Shu He!"
Suddenly, a bright, cheerful voice called out from the distance.
Luo Shuhe instinctively turned and saw an identical little girl skipping toward her, her face brimming with a triumphant smile.
Coldly, she spoke.
"What do you want?"
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
