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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orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
