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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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.
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...
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.
