Gu Luo sipped the fragrant meat porridge from his bowl, bringing a spoonful to his lips. As the soft, glutinous grains touched his tongue, the playful banter of Gu Ximan’s girlish teasing drifted from across the table.
Lu Xuexue, her cheeks flushed pink, reached out to cover Ximan’s mouth. The two girls tussled, their hair tangling as morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting their intertwined shadows in a honeyed glow.
Watching the scene, Gu Luo felt an extra warmth seep into the porridge in his mouth—this was good. No matter what, at least little Ximan wouldn’t be lonely anymore.
As a guy, he didn’t support gay relationships, but he had no prejudice against yuri (girls’ love). In fact, he was quite open-minded about it.
Of course, nearly 95% of guys felt the same way.
By the same logic, this was why so many fujoshi (female fans of boys’ love) existed.
Compared to Ximan falling into some other guy’s arms, deep down, Gu Luo would much rather see her nestled in the embrace of a gentle, delicate girl like Xuexue.
Ahem...
Naturally, all of this hinged on respecting Ximan’s own feelings.
Noticing it was break time between classes, Gu Luo sent a message to the three Luo sisters, letting them know he was awake and feeling fine.
All three replied instantly.
After briefly responding to Luo Shuhe and Luo Shuling, his heart raced as he quickly typed another message to Luo Shuning.
[Gu Luo: Big Treasure, Dad agreed to our relationship. We’ll talk about the details tonight when I get back. (grinning emoji)]
[Luo Shuning: Mhm, I already knew last night, haha! You mumbled “agreed” in your sleep, so I figured it out. Little Treasure, you’re the best! ~(￣▽￣~)(~￣▽￣)~]
Reading this, Gu Luo finally understood why Luo Shuning had only left him caring words earlier without asking about the conversation’s outcome—she’d already pieced it together from his drunken ramblings.
This habit of his was exactly like Gu Ximan’s.
Whether dreaming or in a hazy state like drunkenness, he’d easily spill his thoughts aloud.
And there was no changing that.
He chuckled helplessly just as another message from Luo Shuning popped up.
[Luo Shuning: Little Treasure, let’s go out alone after school to celebrate! Oh, and don’t forget to bring your ID. o(////▽///ω＼))
Just as Gu Luo lost himself in the sweet exchange with his little angel, Gu Ximan’s disgruntled voice cut in:
“Stinky Gu Luo, who are you chatting with? You look like an idiot grinning like that.”
“Your Sister Shuning. We’re going to the internet café tonight to game.” He answered without thinking, not bothering to hide it.
There was no point in secrecy now that their father had given his approval. Sooner or later, the truth would come out at home.
Gu Ximan, of course, knew that both Luo Shuning and Luo Shuhe had been “corrupted” by Gu Luo, falling into the same contract.
She couldn’t help but pout, poking Xuexue’s burning earlobe. “What’s so fun about games anyway...”
Then, abruptly changing the subject, she slung an arm around her best friend’s shoulders and shot Gu Luo a challenging look.
“Stinky Gu Luo, we’re going to Xuexue’s place later to take some private photos. You’re our photographer. If you don’t make us two gorgeous girls look absolutely breathtaking, forget about sneaking off to play games!”
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