"I'm not an idiot, you're the idiot, stupid Gu Luo! The smelliest, dumbest idiot!"
"If you're not an idiot, why did it take you so long to put on a dress?"
Evening, living room.
By the balcony.
Gu Luo carefully examined Gu Ximan from head to toe, nodding approvingly. "As they say, fine feathers make fine birds. You look absolutely stunning."
"Hmph! Stupid Gu Luo, you don’t look so bad yourself." Gu Ximan lifted her chin in a haughty reply, though the corners of her lips betrayed her by curling upward.
And so, the two began their mutual admiration session.
At that moment, Gu Ximan was dressed in a magnificent evening gown, its pristine white hue reminiscent of freshly fallen snow. The fitted bodice hugged her slender waist, accentuating her graceful curves. The neckline was designed to perfection, framing her delicate collarbones and fair skin, while the voluminous skirt billowed elegantly, crafted from layers of soft organza and silk.
Her cool tea-brown hair was swept up into an elegant updo, revealing her smooth forehead, with a few loose strands framing her face, highlighting her delicate features and lively eyes.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
It was as if all the beauty in the world had converged upon her.
The most radiant princess could not compare.
Meanwhile, Gu Luo was clad in an impeccably tailored bespoke suit. The classic charcoal-gray ensemble exuded understated luxury, its premium imported wool fabric soft to the touch with a subtle sheen. The shoulders were expertly structured, following the natural lines of his body, lending him an air of effortless confidence.
In short—it looked expensive.
Even before seeing the finished product, Gu Luo had known just by glancing at the half-completed suit that its value far exceeded the so-called "ten grand."
No surprise there—the little devil was, after all, a little heiress.
Of course, the little sun was just as extravagant.
The worth of Gu Ximan’s evening gown easily surpassed that of his custom-tailored suit.
"So handsome! So beautiful!"
"Stand closer! Ximan, wrap your arm around your brother’s."
"Yes, yes! Lean your head against him too!"
Luo Shuling excitedly directed them while snapping photos from every possible angle.
"If it weren’t for Ling-jie’s request, this gorgeous girl would never let you touch her dress," Gu Ximan declared haughtily, though her actions told a different story—she clung tightly to Gu Luo, as if trying to merge into him.
"Hey, hey, easy there—don’t wrinkle my suit," Gu Luo protested, equally protective of his first-ever bespoke suit.
After all, this outfit cost more than a few months' salary.
"Ah, it’s fine, you can always buy another," Luo Shuling interjected breezily before eagerly suggesting, "Ximan, why not stand on your tiptoes and kiss your brother? It’d be so romantic!"
Gu Ximan, who had been about to pinch Gu Luo’s waist, let out a soft snort.
"Since Ling-jie gave me such an expensive dress, of course I have to humor her."
With an exaggerated reluctance, she turned to Gu Luo and huffed,
"Stupid Gu Luo, lower your head. I can’t reach."
"You’re the one taking advantage of me, yet you’re acting all high and mighty?" Gu Luo shot her a sidelong glance but obediently tilted his head down.
"Hmph."
Gu Ximan rose onto her toes and planted a loud "mwah" on his handsome cheek.
"Perfect! Just like that! Do it again!"
Luo Shuling, now fully immersed in her role as photographer, was practically buzzing with excitement.
"Ling-jie, I’m only doing this for your sake."
'Ling-jie, you’re truly my savior!!!!'
And so, Gu Ximan indulged to her heart’s content, kissing him from every conceivable angle.
The thought of what Lu Xuexue had told her—that there was a 90% chance Gu Luo’s crush was none other than herself—sent waves of giddiness through her.
Hmph. So this blockhead wasn’t completely hopeless after all.
He was just too shy to confess, given their lifelong bond.
Of course, she wasn’t any better.
But the realization that this was, in a way, their mutual unspoken affection made her feel utterly enveloped in happiness.
"Big brother looks so dashing in a suit, and Ximan is absolutely radiant in her gown."
Seated on the sofa, Luo Shuning rested her chin in her hands, watching the affectionate siblings with a fond, almost motherly smile, her eyes brimming with warmth.
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe cast her a sidelong glance, her tone laced with dry amusement.
"Elder sister, some sweets aren’t meant to be indulged in—you might end up with cavities."
"Shuhe, I didn’t realize you were so petty, even jealous of Ximan." Luo Shuning turned to her with a gentle smile.
"You should learn from me—be more magnanimous."
"Don’t worry, elder sister. I’ll study hard." Luo Shuhe crossed her slender legs and shook her head, murmuring under her breath,
"What a trio of fools."
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with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
