Question:
When a little angel radiating light, with a voice so soft it could drip honey, pleads, "Could you indulge me a little~" while eagerly wanting to buy you clothes—what choice do you have?
Option 1: Be a true Sigma male and coldly reject her.
Option 2: Beat the living daylights out of anyone who picks Option 1.
Option 3: Force-feed anyone who picks Option 1 ten pounds of excrement.
Option 4: Reward anyone who picks Option 1 with a night of passion with a bearded man in white socks.
Is there even a choice here?
No, there isn’t.
Gu Luo couldn’t think of a single reason to refuse the little angel, Shu Ning.
Feeling his heartbeat quicken slightly, he nodded softly and replied, "Okay."
Just one word.
Seeing this, Luo Shuning couldn’t suppress her smile.
By now, she knew Gu Luo all too well—the more flustered he was inside, the more he pretended to be composed on the outside.
He was an adorably shy big boy.
This contrast only made Luo Shuning want to "tease" him even more.
And the more she teased him, the more she wanted to.
Feeling her playful, probing gaze, Gu Luo cleared his throat awkwardly. "But I also joined the Public Service Club. I’ll need to ask Shuling if there are any weekend activities."
"The Public Service Club? Feels like something my brother would join," Luo Shuning mused, tapping her slender fingers against her chin. "I don’t know much about it, but Shuling’s usually not home on weekends... Hmm, better ask her when she gets back."
"Alright," Gu Luo nodded and began chopping ingredients.
Luo Shuning seamlessly assisted him. "By the way, is your sister not coming home for dinner tonight?"
"She’s staying at her friend’s place and heading straight to school with her tomorrow."
"That’s nice."
With their practiced teamwork, a delicious dinner was soon ready.
Just as Gu Luo set the fragrant dishes on the table, the sound of the fingerprint lock disengaging came from the door.
The next second, Luo Shuling burst in, her face lit with excitement. She barely took the time to kick off her shoes properly, flinging them aside before charging toward Gu Luo in her white socks.
"Brother, you joined the Public Service Club?!" she exclaimed, barely containing her excitement.
"Yeah," Gu Luo smiled and nodded, then glanced at her sock-clad feet. "Put on your slippers first. The floor’s cold."
"Roger that! Mission accepted!"
Luo Shuling playfully saluted, then bounced back to the entryway to slip on her slippers.
Gu Luo could only chuckle helplessly.
Meanwhile, Luo Shuhe was called downstairs by Luo Shuning.
The four of them soon gathered around the dining table.
"This is amazing!" Luo Shuling beamed, kicking off the conversation. "Now we’re in the same club, Brother! We’ll be heroes, fighting for justice!"
She even mimed a few martial arts moves, as if they were already wandering the jianghu.
After she finished, Luo Shuning added with a smile, "And Brother is joining the Music Club tomorrow too."
"Wow! Even better!" Luo Shuling’s eyes sparkled. With a chivalrous air, she declared, "From now on, in the clubs, Shu Ning and I will have your back!"
She thumped her chest confidently.
"Sure, I’ll leave it to you two heroines," Gu Luo played along, amused.
"Consider it done!"
As their banter grew increasingly exaggerated, Luo Shuning shook her head in amusement, though her smile never faded.
Amid the lively atmosphere, Luo Shuhe remained silent throughout, eating quietly with an elegant, detached poise, as if the surrounding chatter didn’t concern her.
At one point, Luo Shuling sighed wistfully. "It’s a shame students can only join two clubs. Otherwise, Brother could’ve joined Shu He’s Calligraphy Club too."
"Calligraphy Club?" Gu Luo instinctively glanced at Luo Shuhe.
Memories of the afternoon resurfaced—they had passed by the Calligraphy Club earlier, and he had complimented the exhibited works.
So Luo Shuhe was part of it.
Honestly, it suited her.
Her serene, refined demeanor harmonized perfectly with the art of calligraphy.
"Shu He’s the club president, and her calligraphy is incredible," Luo Shuling boasted proudly. "She’s had beautiful handwriting since she was little!"
"Is that so? I’d love to see Shu He’s work sometime," Gu Luo said.
But Luo Shuhe remained expressionless, not even sparing him a glance.
Clearing his throat, he changed the subject. "Ahem... Shuling, does the club have any activities this weekend?"
Luo Shuling picked up a tender piece of loofah with her chopsticks. "No plans this weekend. Why?"
After saying that, she happily stuffed it into her mouth, immediately wearing an expression of pure bliss.
How could her brother make food so delicious?!
If Shu Ning weren’t right beside her helping out, she’d almost suspect Gu Luo had added some forbidden ingredients to the dishes.
Just as Gu Luo was about to respond, Luo Shuning cut in first, saying, "Big Brother has been cooking for us every day, and it must be exhausting. So, I was thinking of taking him clothes shopping this weekend."
"Oh, that’s a great idea!"
"There’s no club activity this weekend. It’s scheduled for next week."
As she spoke, Luo Shuling’s expression suddenly turned a little downcast. "But it’s such a shame—I have other things to do this weekend, so I can’t go with you."
Hearing this, Luo Shuning couldn’t help but smile faintly. "It’s fine. I’ll take good care of Big Brother."
Then, she turned to Luo Shuhe and asked, "Shu He, are you coming this weekend?"
"No."
Luo Shuhe uttered the single word flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.
"Alright then. I’ll ask our younger sister later if she wants to come too. We can get her some clothes as well." As Luo Shuning spoke, her smile grew even brighter.
At that moment, Luo Shuling suddenly blurted out without a care,
"If it’s just the two of you, it’ll be just like a date!"
The moment those words left her mouth, all three of them froze mid-bite.
A... date?
For some reason, Luo Shuning felt an odd emotion surge in her chest upon hearing those words.
Her mind involuntarily replayed the heroic image of Gu Luo stepping forward on the train, the serious look on his face when he firmly said, "I care," and all those adorable moments when he tried so hard to act composed.
Before she knew it, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
"What nonsense are you spouting, Shuling?! It’s just clothes shopping with Big Brother, nothing like a date!" Luo Shuning forced herself to stay calm, reaching out to lightly flick Luo Shuling’s forehead.
Luo Shuling immediately clutched her forehead, pretending it hurt. "Why are you overreacting...?"
"Besides, our little sister might come too!"
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"Manman, we have to wake up early both days this weekend. The 'Azi' and 'Cool Young Master' figurines are limited edition—if we’re late, they’ll definitely be sold out."
Gu Ximan lay sprawled on the spacious bed, engrossed in a shoujo manga.
Hearing this, she replied confidently, "Don’t worry, Xuexue. My big brother will definitely wake me up."
"Mhm."
On the other side of the bed knelt a cute girl with twin tails, hugging a giant white rabbit plushie.
She was petite, with a babyface that made her look even younger, exuding an air of innocence that made people instinctively want to protect her.
Dressed in a pure white dress and white stockings that hugged her slender legs, she looked like a little princess straight out of a fairy tale—pure and adorable.
This was Gu Ximan’s best friend, Lu Xuexue.
True to her name, her skin was as pale as snow, and her outfit was entirely white.
"Manman, aren’t you worried the Luo sisters will steal your brother away if you don’t go home?" Lu Xuexue murmured, unconsciously lowering her head. "So many people are dating these days..."
At the mention of "dating," Gu Ximan’s expression faltered for a split second before she quickly recovered, scoffing,
"No one would ever fall for my dumb brother."
After a pause, she rolled onto her back, staring up at the white ceiling as she added, "Besides, they’re just siblings."
"Just siblings. Nothing more."
"I see..." Lu Xuexue let out a small sigh of relief, then hugged her rabbit tighter, smiling softly. "Then tell me more about your brother, Manman."
Hearing this, Gu Ximan immediately sat up, adopting a tone of exaggerated disdain. "My brother’s just a lame siscon with a 'nice guy' complex!"
"When that idiot decided to help Luo Shuning and the others, I tried to stop him. You know what he said?"
"What did he say?" Lu Xuexue’s eyes instantly sparkled, her toes curling slightly inside her white stockings before stretching out again.
Eager with anticipation.
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