"It's so ticklish... haha...."
"I was wrong, I was wrong, brother... haha..."
"Really, I admit it, I admit it!"
"Will you dare to do it again?"
"Hehe, I dare... haha... no, never again..."
On the soft, spacious bed, Gu Luo pinned Luo Shuning beneath him, his fingers teasingly tracing her waist.
Luo Shuning laughed until tears welled up in her eyes, her delicate body squirming uncontrollably. Her silky black hair and the elegant school skirt were tousled into disarray, making her look like a helpless, flustered bride.
The two playfully wrestled for a while before Gu Luo suddenly stopped. Gently brushing away a few loose strands of hair from her flushed cheeks, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.
Rewind a few minutes earlier.
"It's so clean—feels like it was just tidied up this morning." Gu Luo glanced around Luo Shuning’s bedroom after she led him inside, then casually settled onto the bed without hesitation.
There wasn’t a trace of awkwardness between them.
Such was the ease between young lovers who had already bared their hearts—and bodies—to each other.
Especially when they had not only shared intimacy but also survived a near-death experience together.
"Mom probably has someone come in to clean regularly," Luo Shuning said, pulling out fresh clothes from the closet before sitting beside him with a soft smile.
"Every time we come home, the room is spotless."
"I see," Gu Luo nodded thoughtfully.
"Xiao Bao~"
Luo Shuning suddenly called out to him in a shy, honeyed voice, sweet enough to melt any man’s resolve.
"Hmm?"
Gu Luo turned to her, his heart fluttering as if a tiny kitten had playfully swiped at it.
That coquettish tone—what man could resist it?
"Um... could you close your eyes? I... I have a surprise for you." As she spoke, Luo Shuning shyly pressed her slender thighs together, lowering her head slightly like a bashful flower waiting to bloom.
Gu Luo felt as if an arrow had struck his heart, his pulse quickening. He obediently shut his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
"What will my little angel do?" he wondered.
Would she ambush him with a kiss like her mischievous alter ego?
Or would he open his eyes to find her school skirt discarded?
Or maybe...
His imagination ran wild.
Anticipation and excitement coiled tightly in his chest.
After what felt like an eternity, a soft, playful voice whispered beside his ear.
"Xiao Bao, you can open your eyes now~"
"It’s a super big surprise!"
Gu Luo’s breath hitched, his mind conjuring up all sorts of tantalizing scenarios.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
What greeted him was a blinding shade of white—
A slender, pale finger.
Specifically, a middle finger.
Luo Shuning covered her mouth with one hand, barely stifling her laughter, while the other hand proudly displayed the offending gesture.
"......"
Gu Luo’s lips parted slightly, his brain short-circuiting.
He’d always known his little angel had a devilish streak.
But this?
Really?
I was ready for something completely different, and this is what you give me?
"Hah!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Luo Shuning collapsed onto the bed, giggling uncontrollably, her hands clutching her flat stomach in delight.
Gu Luo laughed too—until his amusement turned into retaliation, and he pounced on her.
Fast forward to the present.
After a long, heated exchange of kisses, Gu Luo could no longer restrain the primal urge surging within him. In one swift motion, he scooped Luo Shuning into his arms and carried her straight to the bathroom.
They needed a shower. Now.
Luo Shuning clung to his neck, still giggling, clearly savoring the success of her prank—and already plotting her next one.
Having done this before, neither hesitated as clothes were swiftly discarded.
The routine was familiar: lather, rinse, and then—
The airplane took off.
At this moment, the entire house was silent—except for the bathroom.
But then, after who knows how long...
The front door’s fingerprint lock suddenly beeped.
............
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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?!
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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
