Healing.
So healing.
Stepping out of little angel Shu Ning’s room, Gu Luo felt as if the whole world had become brighter.
Who would have thought that what seemed like an impending crisis not only resolved smoothly but also brought him a heartwarming winter gift—a hand-knitted scarf from little angel Shu Ning herself.
In this fast-paced era, how many guys are lucky enough to receive a scarf handcrafted by a girl?
Out of a hundred—no, a thousand—maybe only one or two would ever get such a unique present.
This wasn’t just a scarf. It was overflowing with love and care, carrying the delicate emotions of a young girl’s heart.
Thinking of this, Gu Luo couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet pang.
He could never give up on his little angel, nor could he bear to see her hurt.
Perhaps it was time to settle things with the little devil once and for all.
Rejection.
From now on, he would refuse any intimate gestures.
But the moment he made this decision, his emotions grew complicated again.
Maybe he should take it step by step.
Otherwise, given the little devil’s personality, she might really do something extreme.
Like sneaking into his room at night and forcing a situation where the rice was already cooked, so to speak.
Very likely…
The more Gu Luo thought about it, the more his head ached. He decided to stop dwelling on it and instead made his way to Gu Ximan’s bedroom.
He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
No response came from inside.
He knocked again.
Still silence.
After knocking three times in a row, Gu Luo quietly pushed the door open.
The room was dark, but on the bed, Gu Ximan lay fast asleep on her stomach, breathing steadily.
Seems she played too hard during the day.
Gu Luo tiptoed to the bedside, carefully pulled the blanket over her, then crept back out of the room.
Well, no need to rush making fried rice then.
Might as well use this time to ask Lu Xuexue about the guy Gu Ximan liked.
With that thought, he returned to his room, picked up his phone, and opened Lu Xuexue’s chat.
[Gu Luo: Xuexue, are you free right now?]
[Lu Xuexue: Yep!]
An almost instant reply.
Gu Luo immediately tapped the video call button.
About five seconds later, the call connected.
"Brother Gu… Good evening…"
On the screen, Lu Xuexue knelt on her bed in pink cartoon pajamas, her cheeks flushed, clutching a giant white rabbit plushie with one hand while the other hurriedly smoothed her loose hair. She looked utterly adorable.
"Xuexue, good evening." Gu Luo greeted her with a smile, his gaze lingering on her.
He couldn’t help but marvel at how pretty and cute this girl was.
Soft and delicate—the kind that instantly made you want to protect her.
He paused, then continued, "So, remember how we talked earlier about helping you overcome your shyness around guys?"
"Thank you, Brother Gu!"
Hearing this, Lu Xuexue’s heart leaped with joy, her cheeks growing even redder. She truly hadn’t expected Gu Luo to actually call her just for this.
Brother Gu is the best!
The two chatted happily, and just like during the day, the topic inevitably circled back to Gu Ximan.
After a while, sensing the timing was right, Gu Luo stopped beating around the bush and asked directly:
"Xuexue, can you tell me who Ximan likes?"
"Huh… Huh?"
Lu Xuexue froze, her face full of shock.
What’s going on?
"Don’t be nervous… Ximan already told me."
Hearing this, Lu Xuexue’s mind spun even more, and she answered instinctively, "Brother Gu… Ximan does like someone, but she hasn’t told me who yet…"
"I see…"
Though he didn’t get a name, the answer still weighed heavily on Gu Luo’s heart.
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Meanwhile.
After Gu Luo left, Gu Ximan slowly opened her slightly reddened eyes.
In the pitch-black darkness, she silently stared at the ceiling.
Who knows how long passed.
Gu Ximan picked up her phone and called Lu Xuexue on video.
She needed to clarify things about her stupid brother.
However.
[The other party is busy.]
Gu Ximan froze, her heartbeat instantly accelerating as an uneasy feeling surged within her.
Next, she tried calling Gu Luo.
Again, [The other party is busy.]
Tears spilled from Gu Ximan’s eyes once more, unstoppable this time.
She wiped them away haphazardly and sent Lu Xuexue a message.
[Gu Ximan: Xuexue, I’m coming to your place tomorrow night. Need to talk.]
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
