"Big sister, want some water?"
"No thanks, I'm not thirsty."
"Oh, I wasn’t planning to pour you any anyway."
"......"
Inside the bedroom.
Luo Shuhe lounged lazily at her desk, her left leg elegantly crossed over her right thigh, her foot swaying gently as she sipped tea with deliberate slowness.
Luo Shuning stood quietly nearby, her expression complicated. After a moment of silence, she spoke softly but firmly:
"Shuhe, you should back off. Uncle has already given his approval for Gu Luo and me."
"You know the two-month deadline is almost up. By then, we’ll officially be together."
"After that, I won’t allow you to get close to him anymore."
As she spoke, Luo Shuning’s gaze remained fixed on Luo Shuhe’s face, searching for even the slightest shift in emotion.
She had expected her sister to react with sadness or resentment, but instead, Shuhe remained eerily calm, the corners of her lips curling into a faint, peculiar smirk.
It was as if she was holding back laughter—or perhaps it was mockery.
It was unsettling.
Luo Shuhe set down her cup, propped her chin on one hand, and cast a fleeting glance at Luo Shuning before sighing lightly.
In this whole family, her sister was the most naive, the most foolish.
Little Man was practically devouring the man she loved, and yet here Shuning was, wasting time trying to intimidate her little sister.
All while being completely clueless about the real situation.
Her dear uncle—Shuhe’s own father—had actually approved her relationship with Gu Luo, not Shuning’s.
Of course, Little Man wasn’t much smarter, bringing Lu Xuexue into Gu Luo’s bedroom despite knowing full well her so-called best friend was a snake. Indecisive, weak-willed—just like Gu Luo himself.
But maybe that was for the best. With Lu Xuexue there, Gu Ximan wouldn’t dare go too far with Gu Luo.
And given Little Man’s extreme brother complex, she’d never let Xuexue get too close to him either.
In a way, it created a delicate balance.
That was why Shuhe had stayed silent earlier in Gu Luo’s room.
Having both girls stay was far better than leaving Little Man alone with him.
Luo Shuhe nearly laughed out loud but held it in.
If not for Luo Shuling’s meddling, she would’ve used this chance to make her sister back down instead.
But now wasn’t the time to play games. She needed to push Shuning forward, to make sure she and Gu Luo locked things down quickly.
Otherwise, with Luo Shuling stirring the pot, Gu Luo might end up entangled with all of them before the deadline—maybe even losing his innocence in the process.
And given Gu Luo’s spineless, harem-protagonist personality, he’d inevitably feel guilty and try to take responsibility for everyone.
At that thought, Luo Shuhe shifted her legs, crossing them the other way, and smirked.
"Big sister, what if I sleep with Gu Luo before you two make it official? Do you think… you’d still be able to stay together after that?"
Luo Shuning’s face darkened instantly. "What are you implying?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Gu Luo and I have done everything but the final step." Shuhe bit her lower lip, her gaze turning sultry as she deliberately struck a provocative pose.
"You know how I like to chew on straws, right? People who do that tend to be… enthusiastic in bed."
"You said I could do whatever I wanted until you two were official. So don’t blame me for playing dirty."
"Shuhe, you—"
For the first time, panic flickered across Luo Shuning’s face.
She’d allowed Shuhe’s antics because she assumed her sister wouldn’t cross the line—and because she thought Gu Luo’s guilt would only strengthen her position.
She’d thought letting him experience a "face wash" was the limit. But now Shuhe was talking about going all the way.
If that happened, Gu Luo would have to take responsibility for her.
Luo Shuning took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. "Gu Luo would never agree. Letting you kiss him is already his limit."
"True." Shuhe stood slowly, stepping closer until her lips nearly brushed Shuning’s ear. Her voice dropped to a whisper, each word deliberate:
"But what if I get him drunk? What if I dress up as you? What if…"
"Does it even matter if Gu Luo agrees?"
"Shuhe!" Luo Shuning’s voice trembled with fury. She’d never imagined her sister could be this ruthless.
"Big sister, you look furious." Shuhe returned to her seat, sipping tea with feigned nonchalance. "But why? You and Gu Luo aren’t even dating yet."
"I’m just pursuing him openly. Even if he finds out I used underhanded methods later, he’d still forgive me."
"Because Gu Luo is exactly that kind of man—a weak-willed, sister-obsessed harem protagonist who can’t say no to any of us."
"You’re insane…" Luo Shuning’s chest heaved, but she couldn’t refute it.
It was the truth.
Even if Shuhe forced herself on Gu Luo, he’d still forgive her. And then he’d feel obligated to stay with her.
This couldn’t happen.
"Fine." Luo Shuning exhaled sharply, her resolve hardening. "I’ll make sure Gu Luo and I are official before you get the chance."
With that, she flopped onto the bed, arms crossed—making it clear she’d be sleeping here from now on, leaving Shuhe zero opportunities.
"Insane? Maybe." Shuhe tilted her head slightly, her gaze drifting toward Gu Luo’s bedroom as she murmured:
"We’ve all been sick for a long time."
......
Late at night, silence engulfed the room, darkness thick as ink.
Gu Luo groggily opened his eyes, his head pounding, his thoughts sluggish. For a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was.
Then it came back to him—this was his bedroom.
And there were two girls sleeping beside him.
The one on his left arm was familiar—definitely Little Man. But who was the one on his right?
Long hair brushed against his cheek. Not Luo Shuling. So it had to be Luo Shuhe or Luo Shuning.
Still hazy from alcohol, Gu Luo felt unusually bold. Memories of intimate moments with his "angel" and "demon" flooded his mind.
And slowly, his hands began to wander.
But it definitely wasn’t Little Man—his hand had wandered to the right instead.
And his automatic search radar seemed to have activated.
Huh?!
No.
This didn’t feel right at all.
It was like they’d shrunk.
Nothing like the ample softness he was used to with his little angel.
Gu Luo, still groggy, tried a few more times, but the feedback remained the same.
Damn…
Was this a dream?
It couldn’t be real.
It never even crossed his mind that someone else might be lying beside him. It took him a while in his dazed state to finally realize something was off.
He turned his head, straining to see the girl next to him in the faint moonlight.
Their eyes met.
Then, a small, trembling voice reached his ears:
“Gu… Gu-gege…”
Huh?!
Gu Luo froze as if struck by lightning, yanking his hand back, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He couldn’t understand why Lu Xuexue was here, let alone why she was sleeping on his arm.
Even in the darkness, he could feel the burning heat radiating from the twin-tailed little lolita’s face.
She must’ve been blushing so hard it could’ve dripped blood.
Lu Xuexue sat up in a fluster, quickly adjusting the collar of her disheveled pajamas and smoothing her messy hair.
She slipped out of bed with the lightest movements, careful not to wake the sleeping Gu Ximan beside them. Tiptoeing to the table, she poured a glass of water, then cautiously returned to the bedside, holding it to Gu Luo’s lips. Her voice still quivered:
“Gu-gege… have some water.”
Gu Luo numbly tilted his head up, opening his mouth mechanically as Lu Xuexue gently fed him a sip.
After setting the cup back on the table, she pressed a hand to her scorching cheek, mustering her courage before leaning close to his ear and whispering, “Gu-gege, you’re drunk… don’t worry about what just happened.”
“I… I’ll go back to Little Man’s room now…”
With that, she carefully straightened the blanket over him before turning and scurrying out of the room in a flurry of hurried steps.
Gu Luo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but hearing Gu Ximan’s steady breathing beside him, he swallowed his words.
What a mess.
To think he’d gotten so carried away in his drunken haze…
Chasing after her in the middle of the night wouldn’t be right. Better to let Lu Xuexue calm down first and apologize properly tomorrow.
............
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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!
