"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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