"Ah... so comfortable."
In the bathroom, warm yellow lighting cast a cozy glow over the entire space.
Inside the spacious bathtub, ripples formed on the surface of the hot water, and a faint mist swirled in the air, partially obscuring a graceful figure.
Gu Ximan lounged lazily in the tub, her cool tea-brown hair cascading over the edges. A few damp strands clung to her fair cheeks, accentuating her smooth, flawless skin.
Slowly, her arm emerged from the water like a tender lotus shoot, droplets trickling down her skin.
Next, her slender legs rose, their elegant curves and delicate knees on full display, the skin so flawless it seemed untouched by imperfections.
Gu Ximan stretched contentedly, but her mind involuntarily wandered to thoughts of sharing this bath with that infuriating Gu Luo.
How wonderful it would be to soak with him…
Maybe even sneak a feel of his firm chest, abs, and all those other muscles…
Her cheeks flushed pink as she imagined Gu Luo beside her, the two of them enveloped in warm water, the air thick with an intoxicating tension.
His large hands might brush against her arm, or perhaps he’d tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, gazing at her with deep affection.
And then… hehehe…
At this thought, Gu Ximan’s lips curled into a dreamy grin as she lost herself in the fantasy.
She dipped her arm back into the water, savoring its warmth as if it were Gu Luo’s tender caress.
Her legs swayed gently, splashing water playfully, mirroring her giddy mood.
Maybe… tonight, while that jerk Gu Luo was asleep, she could take advantage again?
This time, just kissing wouldn’t be enough.
Hehe…
How nice that she was the only one allowed to barge into his room whenever she pleased.
After finishing her bath, Gu Ximan grabbed a soft towel, dried herself carefully, and slipped into an adorable pink pajama set. Humming a tuneless melody, she skipped out of the bathroom like a cheerful little bird.
Just as she was about to call for Gu Luo to blow-dry her hair, she ran straight into him—and Luo Shuning—carrying a fruit platter.
The two were chatting and laughing, standing so close it was almost excessive.
The sight made Gu Ximan’s heart sour with jealousy.
"Gu Luo, dry my hair," she demanded, her voice laced with irritation.
"Xiao—" Luo Shuning nearly blurted out an affectionate nickname but caught herself. "Brother, go ahead. I’ll help Ximan with her hair."
"Sure."
Gu Luo nodded with a smile and headed toward the bedroom with the fruit platter.
Gu Ximan opened her mouth to stop him but couldn’t think of a good excuse.
A wave of frustration surged inside her.
How dare he just walk away without even asking her first?
You’re dead tonight, Gu Luo.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Luo Shuning noticed her expression and asked with concern, "Ximan, what’s wrong?"
"Ugh… nothing. Thanks, Shuning."
———
Meanwhile…
Gu Luo had barely stepped into the bedroom when the scene on the bed nearly made his jaw drop.
Luo Shuhe was pinned beneath Luo Shuling, her black slip dress half-slipped off, revealing generous glimpses of snow-white skin and black lingerie—an undeniably alluring sight.
"Uh… what’s going on here?"
Gu Luo’s expression was odd, but he made no effort to look away.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before.
Luo Shuhe, despite being exposed, showed no trace of embarrassment.
She had planned to whimper pitifully—"Brother, she’s bullying me!"—but with Luo Shuling still sitting on her, she reconsidered.
"Hehe, Shuhe and I had a little fight, and as you can see, I won!" Luo Shuling declared triumphantly, flashing a peace sign.
Gu Luo suddenly remembered the first day he arrived at the apartment, when Luo Shuling had Luo Shuning pinned on the sofa in the same way.
Honestly, it was kind of amusing.
"Alright, get up. I brought fruit."
"Oki-doki!"
Luo Shuling obediently hopped off.
"You okay?"
After setting the platter on the desk, Gu Luo helped Luo Shuhe up, even adjusting the straps of her dress for her.
But then it hit him—this was way too intimate.
Even the closest siblings wouldn’t act like this.
His gaze flicked nervously to Luo Shuling, but she was still grinning obliviously.
Thank goodness Shuling and Ximan were both airheads.
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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)
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!
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
