"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.
———
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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)
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?!
