Dream Talk and Event Benefits

On the third day after the intimate encounter with the little angel...

Saturday arrived.

Early morning.

Gentle sunlight streamed through the window, softly illuminating half of Gu Luo's face.

Bathed in the golden light, his features appeared exceptionally tender.

To put it simply—he was unbearably handsome.

"Shuhe... Shu Ning... spare me..."

"Really, no more... I mean it..."

"Next time... next time for sure..."

At this very moment, Luo Shuhe sat quietly by the bedside, her expression blank as she listened to this scoundrel's sleep-talking.

At the very least, her name came before her sister's.

But then, in the next second—

"Shu Ning... I like you..." Gu Luo murmured in his sleep, an unmistakably blissful smile spreading across his face.

Luo Shuhe's eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Her previously expressionless face now frosted over with icy fury.

Maybe she should just toss this scoundrel off the sixteenth floor?

Let him shatter into pieces on impact.

That way, he wouldn’t have to keep dreaming about visiting the hospital to see bones.

A direct, one-step solution.

Just as Luo Shuhe was contemplating the best way to send this scoundrel straight to hell—

"Little demon... I really like you too..." Gu Luo whispered again, his smile deepening as he hugged the blanket tightly.

Clearly, he was lost in a beautiful dream—one far too lovely for this season.

"His survival instincts are impressive. Even in his dreams, he knows how to save himself."

Luo Shuhe felt slightly mollified.

At least, in his dream, what Gu Luo said to Shu Ning was—"I like you."

But what he said to her was—"I really like you."

That one extra word put her above her sister.

Luo Shuhe crossed her legs, resting her chin elegantly on one hand as her beautiful eyes studied Gu Luo’s flawless sleeping face.

She couldn’t understand how a guy could be so... pretty.

Calling him merely "handsome" felt inadequate.

"Pretty" was a far more all-encompassing compliment.

After who knows how long—

Gu Luo groggily opened his eyes, his mind still foggy, struggling to distinguish dream from reality.

Seeing Luo Shuhe sitting beside him, he instinctively reached out toward her without a second thought.

Hmm...

Soft. Supple.

The sensation was unnervingly real.

Wait.

No—

Suddenly realizing something, Gu Luo bolted upright, yanking his hand back and assuming the classic French surrender pose.

Then he saw Luo Shuhe tilting her head, smiling sweetly at him.

"How did that feel?"

A smile of death.

This was absolutely a smile of death.

Gu Luo swallowed hard, stammering, "Shuhe... listen... this is a misunderstanding... I thought I was dreaming..."

"Ohhh~"

Luo Shuhe’s smile widened. "So, in your dreams, it’s fine to do this to me, is that it?"

"Cough... no... that’s not..."

Gu Luo was at a loss. He knew he’d have to pay a price to get out of this. Reluctantly, he offered:

"How about one favor?"

He knew the little demon loved this kind of bargaining.

"One? After what you just did, you think one is enough?" Luo Shuhe slowly raised three fingers.

"Three favors."

"I barely touched you... one should be enough, right?"

"Three." She remained unmoved.

"One..." Gu Luo tried again.

"Three."

This felt eerily familiar. Defeated, he sighed. "Two. Two, okay?"

"Deal."

Luo Shuhe suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it against herself again.

Then, while Gu Luo was still stunned, she added:

"Now it’s four."

"You—!" Gu Luo yanked his hand back, protesting righteously, "This is forced negotiation! I don’t agree to this!"

The little demon was truly the little demon.

She never played by the rules.

"Fine. Consider it a limited-time offer." Luo Shuhe straightened her posture, accentuating her alluring figure, and smirked.

"There are two more offers left in this promotion. Feel free to continue."

"You..."

Gu Luo’s eye twitched. "Cut it out. Stop joking around."

After a pause, memories of that night three days ago resurfaced, and his voice grew somber.

"Shuhe... you should give up."

"Seriously, no matter what, I won’t abandon Shu Ning..."

"I hope... you understand what I mean..."

Hearing this, Luo Shuhe’s expression didn’t change. She only said coolly,

"You just took advantage of me, and now you’re saying this?"

"Do you think I’m that easygoing?"

"I... didn’t mean..."

Gu Luo shook his head, his emotions tangled.

There was no going back with Shu Ning—he had to take responsibility.

But with Shuhe... since it was always passive... so...

Ugh.

The more he thought about it, the scummier it sounded.

Just then, Luo Shuhe suddenly asked, "Do you know what you were saying in your dream earlier?"

"I... was talking in my sleep?"

Gu Luo’s face flushed. That dream was definitely not something to share.

"Mhm. So you’d better behave." Luo Shuhe pinched his chin, her smile not reaching her eyes.

"I’m the little demon. You’ll never escape me."

With that, she lightly pecked his lips.

"Get up. Don’t you have a date with Little Man and the others later?"

"Truly a scoundrel—always so busy."

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