"Say what you will about Gu Luo, but his physique is undeniably top-notch," Gu Ximan declared proudly, her fingers hooking onto the hem of Gu Luo's shirt and lifting it gently.
In an instant, an exquisite sight unfolded before the two young women.
His abdominal muscles were perfectly defined, with not an ounce of excess fat, exuding masculine vigor and athleticism.
With each breath, they contracted and relaxed rhythmically.
The scene was no less breathtaking than a man undressing a peerless beauty.
Even though Gu Ximan had admired this view many times before, she couldn’t help but swallow hard, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue, who had never seen anything like this before, blushed so deeply her face seemed about to drip blood. Her head spun as if she’d drunk counterfeit liquor.
She never imagined she’d get to appreciate Gu Luo’s flawless physique up close like this—so casually, so unexpectedly.
Back then, even a single glance from him would make her heart race and her cheeks burn.
Happiness... happiness had come far too suddenly.
It felt like a dream.
"Ahem... this is nothing," Gu Ximan forced herself to act composed, waving a hand with feigned nonchalance. "I’m so used to using him as a pillow. Xuexue, why don’t you give it a try?"
But though her words sounded generous, her mind was chanting:
‘Don’t be jealous, don’t be jealous, don’t be jealous.’
‘Xuexue is my best friend, my future sister-wife, don’t be jealous…’
"You’re so kind, Manman," Lu Xuexue said, always quick to praise Gu Ximan’s generosity. Then, mustering her courage, she reached out with trembling fingers, slowly inching toward Gu Luo’s abs.
The moment her fingertip lightly brushed against those firm muscles, a jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through her, making her shiver slightly.
It felt like touching warm steel, yet softer, alive with a pulse of vitality.
Dazed, Lu Xuexue pressed gently, feeling the powerful strength lying beneath the smooth skin.
The warmth seeped into her fingertips, spreading through her body, making her heart pound even harder and her cheeks burn hotter.
Watching this scene, Gu Ximan immediately averted her gaze, unable to suppress a twinge of possessiveness.
She could only console herself inwardly.
Fortunately, thanks to their previous "Truth or Dare" desensitization training—where she’d witnessed Gu Luo’s intimate interactions with the Luo sisters—she could handle this with only mild jealousy. No real harm done.
In the past, she might have backed out immediately.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue, while savoring the moment, kept an eye on Gu Ximan’s reaction. Noticing her friend’s averted gaze and conflicted expression, she quickly withdrew her hand, covering her scorching cheeks as she whispered:
"M-Manman... I’m done..."
Hearing this, Gu Ximan sighed inwardly but maintained her "main wife" composure, putting on a magnanimous front. "That fast? Want to hug him too?"
"N-no... that’s enough..." Lu Xuexue shook her head frantically, like a rattle-drum.
Gu Ximan studied her best friend’s face and couldn’t help asking, "Xuexue, do you think I’m jealous?"
"Ah... n-no..." Lu Xuexue’s expression visibly flustered.
"Liar! I said I’m not jealous—don’t you trust me?" Gu Ximan, ever the proud tsundere, lifted her chin with domineering confidence. "As your best friend, I never go back on my word. Here’s what we’ll do: tonight, sneak over, and we’ll both use Gu Luo’s arm as a pillow. You can slip back to my room before dawn. That’ll prove it, right?"
Inside, she was screaming: ‘Say no! Say no! Say no!’
But Lu Xuexue, unsure of Gu Ximan’s true feelings and utterly tempted by the offer, wrestled internally before finally nodding hesitantly:
"Then... I’ll listen to you, Manman..."
After a pause, she added in a tiny voice:
"...You’re so good to me."
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
