This isn't satisfying either

Time slipped away quietly, minute by minute, until deep night fell.

All was silent.

Gu Luo wrestled with his thoughts for a moment before cautiously peeking out from his room, scanning the dark hallway outside.

Only pitch blackness greeted him.

Safe.

He then tiptoed into Luo Shuhe’s bedroom.

The room was unlit, save for the dim glow of a bedside lamp that barely illuminated a small corner.

On the large bed, Luo Shuhe still wore that black spaghetti-strap nightgown.

The delicate fabric clung to her graceful curves.

She sat with one leg crossed over the other, propping her chin elegantly on her hand, her expression unreadable as she crooked a finger at Gu Luo.

Seeing this, Gu Luo hesitated, words caught in his throat, but he eventually approached the bed and asked, "Shuhe, what did you want to ask me?"

"Sit first," Luo Shuhe said, patting the edge of the bed.

After a full two and a half seconds of hesitation, Gu Luo sat down, his emotions tangled.

"Not bad. Last time, someone didn’t even dare to sit," Luo Shuhe remarked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"Cough..." Gu Luo instinctively averted his gaze, sighing inwardly—after all the times they’d kissed, what was this?

Truly, boundaries were worn away bit by bit.

Hard to judge.

"So, what exactly did you want to ask?"

Though seated, Gu Luo only perched half on the bed, his body tense.

This, in a way, was his last resistance—clinging to the fraying threads of reason in the face of an irresistible pull.

"Tell me everything that happened when you and Shuling went to Grandma Li’s house. Every single detail," Luo Shuhe straightened slightly, her previously lazy demeanor sharpening as her eyes locked onto Gu Luo.

"Leave nothing out. That’s my condition."

She wasn’t as naive as Shu Ning, who’d blindly believed the excuse about a sudden student council meeting for club leaders.

Coincidences like that didn’t just happen.

Who was behind it? The answer was obvious.

Now, she needed to know what Luo Shuling was really up to.

"Alright... then I still owe you one request," Gu Luo mused, deciding it wasn’t a bad deal, and began recounting the day’s events in detail.

"It started like this..."

"Then... Wen Qianrou... Shuling..."

"......"

"Finally... little sun..."

He covered everything—Wen Qianrou’s surprising duality, the newly formed fan group, Tang Qi’s unexpected visit, Lin Mengyun’s adorable clinginess, Luo Shuling’s stories at the dinner table, Tang Qi’s tears, and how Luo Shuling had gone back to retrieve something she’d forgotten...

Luo Shuhe listened quietly, her eyes narrowing slightly.

She understood now—Luo Shuling was trying to build connections for Gu Luo in advance. Wen Qianrou’s background was particularly significant, tied to immense political influence.

Keeping her and Shu Ning away was likely to avoid awkward complications.

But the strangest part? Tang Qi had cried.

And it happened when Luo Shuling was sharing stories about Gu Luo’s past.

Still, there wasn’t enough information to draw concrete conclusions.

Luo Shuhe found herself increasingly unable to decipher her younger sister.

Or perhaps, she’d never truly understood her to begin with.

She’d recognized Gu Luo from the start yet acted as if nothing was amiss.

Her mind was like an enigmatic maze, impossible to navigate.

"Well... it’s getting late. I should head back," Gu Luo said, starting to rise—only for Luo Shuhe to swiftly grab his wrist.

"Is there... something else?" he asked, swallowing hard. He knew the answer but played along. Some formalities had to be observed.

"You mentioned a 'little sun' earlier. Were you referring to Shuling?" Luo Shuhe tugged him back onto the bed, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"If Shuling’s the little sun, then what does that make me?"

"Cough..." Gu Luo laughed awkwardly. "Shu Ning’s the little angel..."

"Ohhh~ little~ an~gel~" Luo Shuhe drew out each syllable, her tone lilting like a song, laced with amusement.

She tilted her head and pressed further:

"And what am I?"

"Um..." Gu Luo gulped again, hesitating before stammering,

"...Little... little demon."

"Ohhh~ little~ de~mon~" she echoed, her smile sharp and not quite reaching her eyes.

"Shu Ning’s the little angel, and I’m the little demon. How fitting."

Without warning, she suddenly leaned in close.

Luo Shuhe tilted her chin up, her smile cool yet commanding:

"Then, would you like to form a contract with this little demon?"

"I..." Gu Luo barely began to speak when she cut in again—

"Ah, sorry, but I'm a little devil, so I don't need your consent to form a contract."

With those words, they kissed without hesitation.

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