Compared to Gu Ximan, who spent the entire night dreaming sweet dreams with a faint smile lingering on her lips, Luo Shuning was tormented by nightmares all night.
In her dream, it was the same scene as last night, but this time, Luo Shuhe didn’t just offer her upper body—she gave herself completely, without reservation.
Right in front of Luo Shuning’s eyes, she shamelessly got intimate with Gu Luo.
And Luo Shuning, as if paralyzed by sleep, couldn’t move a single limb, forced to watch it all unfold helplessly.
Her heart shattered.
"Darling, you’re awake."
Luo Shuning instinctively sniffled before hearing a gentle voice beside her.
Slowly lifting her eyelids, her vision gradually focused, revealing Gu Luo sitting quietly by the bed, softly holding her hand.
"Sweetheart... what time is it?"
"Almost eleven."
Hearing this, Luo Shuning glanced around the room and, realizing they were alone, quickly sat up, offering an embarrassed explanation:
"Sorry, sweetheart... I promised to meet you in my room at one last night... but I ended up falling asleep..."
She paused, then added, "When I woke up later and realized I’d stood you up... I couldn’t sleep after that..."
As she spoke, her emotions were tangled. The truth was, she’d spent the night tossing and turning, heartbroken over Luo Shuhe’s actions, but she had no choice but to give this excuse.
It was a necessary lie—she had to explain why she’d slept in.
Otherwise, Gu Luo might actually figure out the real reason for her insomnia and deduce that she’d been pretending to sleep.
Sigh...
"I see."
Gu Luo smiled calmly on the surface, but inwardly, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
After all, Luo Shuning usually woke up early. Today’s uncharacteristic lie-in—combined with last night’s incident—would have raised suspicions.
Thankfully, she didn’t know what had happened last night.
Thankfully, he didn’t know that she knew.
The two exchanged a glance, both feeling a little lighter.
That’s how relationships worked sometimes—playing dumb to avoid unnecessary trouble.
If everything were laid bare, an unbridgeable rift would form between them.
And if they couldn’t resolve it properly, the relationship would likely fall apart.
"Have some congee first. You can freshen up afterward."
Gu Luo let go of her hand and picked up a porcelain bowl from the nearby table, filled with fragrant, steaming pork and century egg congee.
He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, then brought it to her lips.
"It smells amazing. I noticed it as soon as I woke up."
Luo Shuning’s eyes curved into crescents as she obediently opened her mouth, savoring each spoonful Gu Luo fed her.
Her heart swelled with sweetness.
But by the fifth bite, she suddenly glanced toward the door, a hint of worry in her voice. "If Ximan sees this, she’ll definitely get jealous."
"Don’t worry, she’ll find out soon enough anyway," Gu Luo chuckled, blowing on another spoonful. "Remember, I’m going to sound out Dad tonight."
He added, "Besides, Ximan left after breakfast to meet Xuexue."
"Oh, right—!"
At the thought of what would happen tonight, Luo Shuning’s heart surged with anticipation and nervousness.
Given Uncle’s personality, he’d probably agree... right?
She hoped everything would go smoothly.
"Here, say ‘ah’—"
Gu Luo brought the spoon to her lips again.
"Ah—"
Luo Shuning opened her mouth obediently, eating with pure delight.
The sorrow from last night was instantly overwritten by this happiness.
As spoonful after spoonful disappeared, the bowl of congee was nearly empty when Gu Luo suddenly asked with a smile, "Darling, are you still tired? If you are, you can stay and nap after this."
"I—" Luo Shuning almost said, "I’m not tired anymore," but caught herself and quickly changed her answer. "Sweetheart... I am still a little sleepy..."
Her lashes fluttered shyly as she added, "...And there’s what we promised last night."
Gu Luo grinned. "Alright, finish these last two bites, and then we’ll keep our promise—a nice morning nap together."
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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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?!
