The metal frame of the revolving door refracted the faint sunlight as Gu Luo stepped into the Luoshen Grand Hotel. A warm breeze laced with cedar fragrance greeted him.
Gu Luo tilted his head to gaze at the twenty-meter-high crystal dome ceiling. Amidst the dazzling lights, the entire structure seemed to have inverted the Milky Way indoors. The cloud-patterned marble floor reflected the shimmering radiance from above, while the crystals embedded in the corridor pillars scattered delicate glimmers in the draft. Even the subtle embroidery on the staff uniforms exuded sophistication.
So extravagant.
And this was just a minor venture under the Luoshen Group's empire.
Gu Luo had heard of this hotel before but never had the chance to visit—until now.
And the one clinging affectionately to his arm was none other than Luo Shuning, the heiress of the Luoshen Group.
Talk about living the high life.
What’s the point of having a system if I’m just coasting on this?
"Sweetheart, let’s rest in the room first, then head down for dinner later... The... here is..." Luo Shuning’s voice dripped with honey as she meticulously described the hotel’s layout, from the heated pool on the basement level to the executive suites on the eighteenth floor.
Gu Luo couldn’t help but feel a twinge of awe. After all, he’d technically be the owner of this grand hotel someday.
But as they walked, something felt off. Just before stepping into the elevator, he couldn’t resist asking, "Don’t we need to check in?"
"No need. We have our own dedicated room," Luo Shuning replied, covering her mouth with a light chuckle.
Huh?
A dedicated room?
"Then why did you tell me to bring my ID, darling...?" Gu Luo’s expression turned slightly awkward.
"Oh, I was just hinting at you in a roundabout way..." At this, Luo Shuning’s cheeks bloomed with a rosy flush as she shot him a coy glance. "I just didn’t expect my sweetheart to think we were here to sign some contract."
"Cough..."
Gu Luo’s face instantly burned with embarrassment, his ears turning scarlet.
This was going to be ammunition for his little angel to tease him about for life.
"Pfft!"
Luo Shuning burst into laughter, tightening her grip on his arm. She rose slightly on her tiptoes, her warm breath brushing against his ear:
"My dear Gu Luo is just too adorable~~~"
Her tone was sugary and soft, like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child.
As the saying goes, men remain boys at heart—male psychology is practically a subset of child psychology.
And a certain "little rough man’s" ears turned an even deeper shade of red.
How could anyone resist this?
Too damn charming.
Gu Luo glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, then leaned in to whisper, "Darling, you’re playing with fire."
Instead of retreating, Luo Shuning only smiled brighter, her eyes curving into crescents as her fingertip traced his cheek. "If it’s my Gu Luo, this big sister is willing to do anything~~~"
She paused, blinking her dewy eyes at him. "Hehe, so my sweetheart likes this kind of roleplay~~~ Well then, as long as Gu Luo behaves, big sister will reward you~~~"
"......"
Gu Luo couldn’t hold back any longer. The restless energy he’d suppressed while photographing Lu Xuexue and Gu Ximan’s private shoot earlier now flared to life under Luo Shuning’s teasing.
He quickened his pace, eager to toss her onto the bed and teach her a proper lesson.
"Haha... Slow down, slow down, I’m not running away..."
Luo Shuning, sensing his urgency, giggled again, matching his stride effortlessly.
Hearing her gentle coaxing, Gu Luo sped up even more—only to suddenly halt, sweeping the girl into his arms in a princess carry.
Unfazed by the onlookers’ glances, Luo Shuning looped her arms around his neck with a radiant smile, blowing another teasing breath into his ear:
"If my dear Gu Luo can deliver some good news later, big sister might even consider taking a bath with you~~~"
With that, she planted a loud "mwah" on his cheek, leaving behind a faint red lipstick mark.
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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?"
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...
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
