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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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
