The hotel room exuded an air of luxury.
The crystal chandelier cast a soft, dazzling glow, reflecting off the plush carpet with a faint shimmer.
At the center stood a pristine, cloud-like bed, immaculately white and irresistibly inviting.
Lying atop this "cloud" was a young man so strikingly handsome it defied imagination.
Gu Luo, utterly conquered by alcohol, lay unconscious, his cheeks flushed as red as tomatoes.
His disheveled hair spilled across his forehead, and his long lashes fluttered faintly whenever his brows twitched in his drunken slumber. His lips were slightly parted, releasing steady, liquor-laced breaths as his chest rose and fell rhythmically.
Clad only in his underwear, his toned arms rested casually at his sides, his muscular legs slightly apart—completely vulnerable in his intoxicated state.
The rest of his clothes had been neatly folded and placed on the nearby table.
"Pitter-patter... pitter-patter..."
"Pitter-patter... pitter-patter..."
Just two meters away, the bathroom was filled with steam.
Under the shower’s spray, Luo Shuhe stood motionless, letting the warm water cascade over her flawless body.
Her eyes were gently closed, her long, curled lashes trembling slightly.
Her fair skin flushed a delicate pink under the water’s caress.
She ran her hands slowly over every inch of herself—from the curve of her shoulders, down her slender arms, to the narrow dip of her waist.
Luo Shuhe could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
A captivating blush had already spread across her cheeks, mingling with the steam to enhance her alluring charm.
She took deep breaths, trying to calm the nervous excitement coursing through her.
After tonight, she would finally become Gu Luo’s woman.
Though morally questionable, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
—All thanks to her dear father’s "assistance."
Once she had meticulously washed every inch of her body, Luo Shuhe turned off the shower.
Suddenly, the bathroom was silent except for her slightly hurried breathing.
She reached for the bathrobe nearby and draped it over herself, the soft fabric clinging to her figure, accentuating her graceful curves.
Wrapping her damp hair in a towel, a few loose strands escaped, framing her fair neck.
Soon, a pair of slender, porcelain legs stepped out of the bathroom, moving quietly toward the bed.
Luo Shuhe’s expression remained impassive, but her eyes betrayed a mix of tension, anticipation, and unwavering devotion.
"Haaah..."
"Haaah..."
She exhaled deeply, then picked up the hotel hairdryer.
Tonight, she would have Gu Luo.
Sister, just wait at home.
Seated at the vanity, Luo Shuhe methodically dried her hair, occasionally glancing at Gu Luo to ensure he hadn’t stirred.
The hairdryer roared, warm gusts lifting her locks as stray strands brushed against her flushed cheeks—utterly intoxicating.
By the time the noise ceased, her hair was perfectly dry.
She looked back at Gu Luo, relieved to find him still deep in slumber, his breathing steady and unchanged.
Then, moving silently, she approached the bed and sat beside him.
For a long moment, she simply admired him before finally reaching out, her fingers tracing the contours of his face—from the bridge of his straight nose to the sharp line of his jaw.
Her hand drifted lower, gliding over his firm chest.
Even through the air, she could feel the powerful heartbeat beneath.
Its steady rhythm mirrored the wild pounding in her own chest.
How could a man this perfect exist?
Like a masterpiece carved by the heavens.
Clothed, he was tall and lean, but beneath those layers lay a physique so sculpted it defied belief.
The epitome of "dressed like a scholar, built like a warrior."
Blushing furiously, Luo Shuhe stared in a daze, her gaze a mix of shyness, adoration, and raw desire.
Finally, she let her bathrobe slip away.
Once again, the world was graced by three radiant moons.
Summoning her courage, she proceeded with her plan.
But no matter how hard she tried, Gu Luo remained dead to the world—completely unresponsive.
After nearly ten minutes of fruitless effort, she sat back, cheeks burning, utterly bewildered.
This was uncharted territory for her.
Novels and dramas always make it seem so easy after drinking... Why is reality so different?
Just as she was about to search for answers on her phone, a sweet mechanical voice chimed from the bedside monitor—
"Master, you have a visitor~~~"
Hm?
Luo Shuhe tapped the screen, her expression darkening as she recognized the all-too-familiar figure outside—Luo Shuling.
On the monitor, Luo Shuling waved cheerfully at the camera, a half-eaten skewer in hand, the hotel’s female general manager standing beside her.
"Shuhe, you done yet? I did finish my barbecue before coming," she said between bites, grinning. "This place is amazing—we should bring the whole Happy Family group next time."
Luo Shuhe felt a surge of helpless frustration.
"Shuling, you’re like a ghost that never leaves."
"Come on, open up!"
"Go home. I’ll bring him back by ten."
Luo Shuling shrugged, unfazed. "Two minutes to get dressed."
"Or what? You’ll break in?"
"Mhm."
As the second daughter of the Luo family, Luo Shuhe refused to believe her sister could enter without permission.
But two minutes later, Luo Shuling turned to the manager and nodded.
Without hesitation, the woman produced a keycard.
"You dare?!"
Furious, Luo Shuhe hastily wrapped herself in the discarded bathrobe and stormed barefoot to the door.
Just then—beep—the door swung open.
Her icy glare bypassed Luo Shuling, locking onto the manager.
She couldn’t believe the audacity.
"Calm down," Luo Shuling said lightly, patting her shoulder before dismissing the manager with a wave. "You may go."
"Call if you need anything, Third Miss."
The female general manager first responded respectfully to Luo Shuling, then gave Luo Shuhe a slight nod before closing the door and leaving.
Noticing the differential treatment, Luo Shuhe was about to say something when Luo Shuling strode into the room, bamboo skewer in hand, her steps light and carefree.
Upon seeing Gu Luo lying bare on the bed, she immediately covered her mouth in exaggerated surprise:
"Wow, big bro’s got quite the figure."
"Tsk tsk, Shuhe, you’re in for some happiness later."
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe quickly walked to the bedside and pulled the white sheets over Gu Luo.
Then, turning her head, she said with clear displeasure:
"Shuling, you’re going too far."
"Me? Too far?" Luo Shuling tossed the bamboo skewer into the trash with a flourish and settled comfortably onto the leather sofa. Blinking her lively, innocent eyes, she replied:
"I had to finish three servings of barbecue before rushing over. Wasn’t that enough time for you to... indulge?"
Pausing, she tilted her head with a teasing smirk and added:
"Besides, it’s not like you’d succeed anyway. Novels and TV dramas are full of lies—scenes where the leads get drunk and somehow end up sharing a 'magical night'? Total nonsense."
"You... I..."
Luo Shuhe’s face flushed red and pale by turns, leaving her at a loss for words. Frustration simmered inside her, but she had no outlet for it.
"Relax, relax."
Luo Shuling waved her hand dismissively, then wiggled her phone with a playful grin. "Shuhe, don’t you think this is the perfect atmosphere for some... artistic photos of you two?"
"If Xiao Man has them in her phone, Shuhe shouldn’t miss out either. Fair’s fair, right?"
At this, Luo Shuhe’s eyes lit up with realization.
Right—they didn’t actually need to do anything. As long as there was evidence, Gu Luo, that scumbag, wouldn’t dare deny it later.
Being her first time, and with Gu Luo completely unresponsive, she hadn’t thought of it earlier.
But wait—wasn’t this just falling into Luo Shuling’s rhythm again?
She’d compromised on playing "Truth or Dare" earlier because she’d been cornered in front of everyone.
But now it was just the two of them.
Was she really going to let Shuling call the shots again?
Gritting her teeth, Luo Shuhe wrestled with her thoughts before finally smoothing her expression. Calmly, she said:
"No need. The main reason I brought Gu Luo here is because I genuinely wanted to be with him. Everything else is secondary."
With that, she began dressing herself without another word.
"Ohhh~ Suit yourself."
Luo Shuling didn’t press further, her smile unshaken from start to finish.
Once dressed, Luo Shuhe started helping Gu Luo into his clothes.
As she worked, she asked coolly:
"What’s the deal with that manager?"
"That?" Luo Shuling propped her chin on one hand, crossing her slender, well-proportioned legs under her shorts. With a mischievous chuckle, she replied:
"Who knows?"
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