I can't face anyone anymore.
I can't face anyone anymore.
I can't face anyone anymore.
Luo Shuning curled up under the soft blanket, her hands tightly covering her burning cheeks, her mind replaying on loop the moment her mother knocked on the door, startling her into a coughing fit.
How was she supposed to face her mom and uncle from now on?
Help...
Help...
Just let me move to another planet already...
She could already imagine it—every time she saw her mom or uncle in the future, this mortifying, cringe-worthy scene would instantly flash through her mind, impossible to shake off.
At the same time, a shy yet confused thought bubbled up in her heart:
Does Gu Luo have some kind of... special preference? Why did he have to...?
Or is it just that all guys like this sort of thing...?
As someone experiencing her first relationship, Luo Shuning genuinely didn’t understand.
But if Gu Luo was happy, then... maybe it wasn’t so bad.
And the expression on his face in that moment... was somehow even more intense than when he headshot her in-game...
Would he ask her to do it again in the future? If so, should she refuse...?
But could she even bring herself to say no...?
Her thoughts were a chaotic, runaway mess when suddenly, a gentle yet apologetic voice whispered in her ear:
"Bao Bei, I'm sorry... I... at the time..."
Gu Luo had also slipped under the blankets, wrapping his arms around Luo Shuning’s slender waist from behind, his tone full of remorse:
"This is all my fault... I made you feel embarrassed..."
Even if it had been an accident, the right attitude was non-negotiable—comfort and apologies came first.
Hearing this, Luo Shuning’s face burned even hotter. She lightly smacked his chest in a half-hearted protest before murmuring in a voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz:
"It’s not your fault... I was the one who said I’d give you a reward... and I was the one who swore Mom wouldn’t be home at this time..."
Relieved that his little angel was finally speaking, Gu Luo immediately brightened, pulling her even closer. "No, no, it’s my fault. Making Bao Bei uncomfortable is always my mistake."
"Really, it’s not you..."
Seeing how insistently Gu Luo blamed himself, Luo Shuning mustered her courage, lifted her face, and pecked his lips lightly before burying her face back into the pillow.
Then, after a few seconds, she added in a whisper:
"...So you can... taste your own flavor too."
"......"
Gu Luo felt the faint mint of toothpaste on his lips and nearly laughed.
This was... just... hard to describe.
But who would’ve thought they’d reach this stage so quickly?
As the saying goes, in relationships, things like this are either zero or infinite.
And with his little angel’s sweet, obedient nature...
The future was looking very, very happy.
Ahem.
Gu Luo spent a long time coaxing her with soft words before finally convincing Luo Shuning to emerge from the blankets.
Then, he retrieved a thick photo album from the study drawer.
Still flushed, Luo Shuning nestled in Gu Luo’s arms as they flipped through the album, which was filled with memories of the Luo sisters growing up.
Pointing at the photos, she reminisced:
"This was when we first moved to Guangya..."
"Look, Shuling won first place in the sports day..."
"This was when I debuted..."
"......"
Gu Luo watched with fascination, chiming in occasionally.
His little angel, little devil, and little sunshine were all so adorable back then—so youthful and innocent.
And now? Still cute, but even more beautiful, every gesture radiating the charm of a true beauty.
Truly, girls blossom with time.
But as they reached the childhood photos, Luo Shuning flipped through them noticeably faster.
The little girl in the pictures was so adorable it nearly killed Gu Luo on the spot.
Then, after a while, she suddenly froze.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at a photo she’d never seen before.
In it, a bright-eyed little boy brandished a wooden stick, standing protectively in front of a small girl in a black dress.
Luo Shuning had gone through this album countless times, but she had no memory of this picture.
Just then, Gu Luo’s puzzled voice sounded beside her:
"Huh? This... looks like me."
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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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
