Luo Shuhe stretched out her arms, wrapping them gently around Gu Luo's neck like vines, gazing intently into his eyes as she spoke with deliberate seriousness:
"In this world, no one could like or trust you more than I do."
Hearing this, Gu Luo felt as if his heart had been pricked, instinctively averting his gaze.
At this moment, he didn’t dare meet the little demon’s eyes, afraid that one look would plunge him back into the abyss of hesitation.
He couldn’t keep dragging this out any longer.
This ambiguous affection would only hurt all three of them.
Silence stretched between them until, after a long pause, Gu Luo suddenly spoke:
"Shuhe, let’s clear things up today."
"Okay."
Luo Shuhe responded softly.
"About what you said before—what’s the truth behind it?"
At this, Luo Shuhe slowly closed her eyes, her long lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks, and answered in a whisper:
"It was all a lie. The truth is, I fell for you at first sight that day, so I played a little trick."
"Did it make your heart itch?"
"Like you said, I’m a little demon. Shouldn’t a demon stop at nothing to get what she wants?"
"So that’s how it was..." Gu Luo felt a wave of relief, yet his heart grew even more tangled and sorrowful.
The little demon had lost her usual domineering edge.
Before, she would’ve said something like, "Kneel and propose, and I’ll tell you," or played coy, keeping him guessing.
But now, she chose honesty.
Luo Shuhe opened her eyes again, staring at the vast blue sky as she asked, "Aren’t you mad, baby? After all, I’ve been toying with you for so long."
"There’s nothing to be mad about. You’re my little sister, after all." Gu Luo shook his head with a bitter smile.
It was the truth. No matter how much the little demon deceived him, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry.
"Is this you giving me the 'sister card'?"
"You are my sister." Gu Luo said, lifting Luo Shuhe and slowly walking toward a bench.
After setting her down, he added, "Put your shoes on first."
He expected her to whine or demand he help her, but to his surprise, she slipped them on herself.
Then, Luo Shuhe stood up straight, squaring her shoulders as she faced Gu Luo and said softly,
"Baby, you’re the first boy I’ve ever liked—and the only one I’ll ever love in this lifetime."
"At first, I didn’t know how to get close to you. This is my first love, and I had no experience, so I messed up a lot. I owe you an apology for that."
"But I really, really like you."
Pausing, she lowered her head, her right hand unconsciously gripping her left arm, a faint, pained smile on her lips:
"But I need to know—when you said you liked me for that one minute... was it true?"
The sunlight spilled mercilessly over Luo Shuhe’s forced smile, while a cool breeze tousled her hair.
In this moment, she radiated a heartbreaking fragility.
Seeing her like this, Gu Luo felt as if a boulder were crushing his chest, making it hard to even breathe.
Memories of the past month flashed through his mind—how much the little demon had conceded for him.
Taking a deep breath, he met her eyes and spoke with solemn sincerity:
"Shuhe... I need to confess. The reason I’ve been dragging my feet about us is that I do like you—while also liking Shu Ning."
"I’m just a normal guy. That night, you saw me picking up someone else’s gun skins in-game, and then you bought me a whole collection... How could I not be happy? How could I not be thrilled?"
"My first suit, my first kiss, how you practiced shooting just for me, how you defended me in-game—so, so many things... I remember every single one."
"All this time, I’ve fantasized about being with both of you sisters. Even in my dreams, I’d see you both."
"But I never dared admit these messy feelings. I kept lying to myself, saying, 'I like gentle girls, I’m just drawn to your looks.'"
"If I’d never met Shu Ning, I would’ve loved you with everything I have."
"But... love is about first come, first served..."
Here, Gu Luo bowed his head in guilt, his voice thick with remorse as he continued:
"I’m sorry, Shuhe."
"This is all my fault—for entertaining impossible fantasies, for clinging to our time together, for deceiving you and myself."
"But..."
"I’m truly sorry."
Time seemed to freeze. The world fell silent, leaving only the sound of their breathing and heartbeats.
After what felt like an eternity, Luo Shuhe reached up and cupped his face.
"Baby’s confession... the little demon heard it."
"Knowing you really like me is enough."
Then, she gently rested her head against his chest and whispered:
"But baby, please... before you and my sister make it official, can you give the little demon one more chance?"
"I know the odds are slim. I know it’s probably pointless."
"But just being a little closer to you would make me happy."
Gu Luo fell silent again, torn.
The proud little demon had actually said "please."
He couldn’t bring himself to refuse. Finally, with great difficulty, he forced out a single word:
"Okay."
If it were the old, domineering little demon, he would’ve refused outright.
But faced with this fragile, almost pleading Luo Shuhe, he simply couldn’t harden his heart.
"Thank you, baby... Then... can you hug me? You’ve never hugged me first. Just once is enough."
"Okay."
This time, Gu Luo didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms gently around her.
"Thank you, baby."
Luo Shuhe’s lips curled ever so slightly as she spoke.
She was overjoyed.
Not just because Gu Luo had sincerely bared his heart—but because her plan was working.
Big sister was right. Baby’s too soft-hearted. He responds to gentleness, not force.
You retreated to make him feel guilty.
Well, so can I.
Sister... this war fought in the name of love has only just begun.
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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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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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