Little Devil's Forced Love

Gu Luo stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the sound of water gushing from the tap as he leaned in and splashed his face with cold water several times. After carefully drying his face with a towel, he straightened up and stared at his reflection.

Muttering to himself, he said, "What exactly is Luo Shuhe hiding?"

He wasn’t stupid—he could clearly sense that Luo Shuhe paid him an unusual amount of attention.

Gu Luo couldn’t make sense of it. In his current memories, there was no trace of someone like Luo Shuhe. He had never been in an online relationship before, and apart from Gu Ximan, he had barely interacted with any other girls.

So, what was Luo Shuhe’s deal?

Was it really love at first sight?

But back then, his charm stat hadn’t even reached 9 yet, and an 8 shouldn’t have been enough to make a stunning beauty like her fall head over heels.

Then again, maybe she just had a thing for his type?

The more Gu Luo thought about it, the more confused he became, so he decided to drop it.

Whatever came his way, he’d deal with it. His only duty was to be a good older brother.

Having made up his mind, Gu Luo returned to his bedroom.

The moment he stepped inside, he saw Luo Shuhe sitting at his desk, her fingers clicking swiftly on the mouse.

Puzzled, he slowly walked toward her.

When he got closer, the sight before him left him utterly dumbfounded.

Luo Shuhe was on a shopping spree—snapping up every expensive gun skin in the game without hesitation. Her fluid movements and thoughtless clicks made it seem like money was nothing more than a meaningless string of numbers to her.

Gu Luo froze for several seconds before finally snapping out of it. "Shuhe, what are you…?"

"Shopping."

She didn’t even look up, her tone indifferent as her fingers never stopped moving. In the time it took to speak, she had already bought two or three more gun skins.

Oh, so she was shopping.

That was normal for girls, right?

…Like hell it was!

Wasn’t this his account?!

Gu Luo’s brain short-circuited for a moment.

Since when did he have so much in-game currency?

His gaming philosophy had always been "free-to-play only"—not a single cent spent. Wouldn’t it have been better to buy Gu Ximan some snacks with that money?

"Wait, hold on—stop!"

But Luo Shuhe acted as if she hadn’t heard him, continuing her frenzied shopping spree. One after another, the beautifully designed gun skins were added to his account.

Seeing this, Gu Luo didn’t have time to think. He bent down and placed his hand over hers on the mouse.

The moment their hands touched, he felt how cold and soft hers was—like the finest silk.

Luo Shuhe finally stopped. Slowly, she raised her head, her star-like eyes meeting his.

They stared at each other.

Gu Luo couldn’t find a single flaw in her breathtaking face—every line seemed meticulously crafted by the heavens.

She was too beautiful.

But the silence didn’t last long. The atmosphere gradually grew… peculiar.

Luo Shuhe’s gaze was calm yet deep, unwavering as she stared into his eyes.

Gu Luo was the first to look away, pulling his hand back and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Uh… how much did you spend? I’ll find a way to pay you back…"

"Ten thousand."

Her expression was completely unfazed, as if she had just said "ten bucks" instead of "ten thousand."

"Wha—how much?!" Gu Luo shot up from the bed, grabbing her hand again and frantically opening the payment history.

[ID: Shang Yang Knows Horsepower — Recharge: 1,000,000 in-game currency. Time: 2055/9/6, 10:23]

She really had spent ten thousand?!

Gu Luo felt his vision darken, his head buzzing.

How was he supposed to pay that back?

Was it too late to contact customer support?

"You… I…" His expression twisted with conflict, words failing him.

Meanwhile, Luo Shuhe’s attention was entirely on their hands—one slender and pale (hers), the other long and warm (his).

She stared at them quietly, a faint, unreadable emotion flickering in her eyes.

It took Gu Luo a long moment to regain his voice. "Why did you spend so much?"

"Because the game has a daily recharge limit of ten thousand."

"……"

Her straightforward answer nearly made him stumble.

Holy hell.

What kind of logic was that?!

Gu Luo pressed his lips together, subtly withdrawing his hand before letting out a deep sigh. "I’ll transfer the money back to you tomorrow. Don’t do this again."

There was no other choice—he’d have to ask his "simp dad" for help this time.

At his words, Luo Shuhe frowned, displeasure flashing across her face. "Are you trying to draw a line between us, Brother?"

"Of course not!" Gu Luo quickly explained. "But this isn’t a small amount. I can’t accept such a huge gift for nothing."

He wasn’t the type to casually take massive handouts from others.

However, Luo Shuhe raised two fingers and said coolly,

"First, ten thousand is a trivial sum for me."

"Second, isn’t it a bit much for Brother to say he’s done nothing?"

She paused slightly before continuing coldly, "Brother cooks three meals a day for us and handles all the household chores."

"If we’re being this meticulous, let’s treat Brother as a housekeeper. A monthly salary of thirty thousand isn’t excessive, right?"

"Fine. In that case, I’ll transfer another twenty thousand right now, and thirty thousand every month from now on."

"Are you satisfied now?"

With that, she swiftly pulled out her phone, opened Gu Luo’s chat window, and began typing rapidly—clearly about to send the money.

"Stop, stop, don’t—!"

Gu Luo nearly cried, quickly reaching out to block her.

That was when he saw her contact name for him:

Big Liar (🐷)

Big liar?

What had he ever lied to her about?

Gu Luo didn’t even know which issue to focus on first.

After a long back-and-forth, he finally managed to persuade her to put her phone away—but not without exhausting all his words.

What kind of mess was this…?

Forced affection from a rich girl?

Gu Luo felt the bitterness of life—too young, yet already experiencing the harsh realities of society.

"Shuhe…"

"Hm?"

Choosing his words carefully, he asked, "About that contact name… why did you label me a ‘big liar’?"

"Did we have some kind of history? If I ever deceived you, I’ll apologize. Really."

His eyes were full of sincerity, hoping to unravel the mystery.

Luo Shuhe’s response was icy. "We’ve met."

"When?"

"In our past lives."

"……"

Sometimes, Gu Luo genuinely didn’t know how to respond to her.

Past lives?

What, did the Lady of Forgetfulness dilute her soup?

Then again… who knew? This was a world where even a "Doting Sister System" existed.

"Hiss..."

The more Gu Luo thought about it, the more unsettling it seemed. He swallowed hard and cautiously asked, "Do past lives really exist?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he was immediately met with Luo Shuhe's gaze—the kind usually reserved for idiots.

"......"

Gu Luo felt like he'd been played by Luo Shuhe, yet there was nothing he could do about it.

Whatever.

Since things had come to this, he might as well play some games first.

He’d already bought those expensive gun skins—no point letting them go to waste.

"You can sit on the bed. I’m going to play games."

Luo Shuhe didn’t respond. She quietly stood up, walked over to the bed, and sat down.

She crossed her legs out of habit, the cold elegance of her demeanor perfectly complementing the pose, making her seem aloof and untouchable—like an unapproachable queen.

Just as Gu Luo was about to test out those pricey gun skins, Luo Shuhe spoke up in a frosty tone, "Elder brother, I’d like to use my second request."

"What do you want me to do?" Gu Luo set down his mouse and turned to look at her.

"Go out with me this Saturday."

"That’s it?" Gu Luo was surprised. He’d expected something far more troublesome.

"That’s it."

After a moment’s thought, Gu Luo nodded in agreement.

His plans with Luo Shuning were on Sunday, so Saturday was indeed free.

Come to think of it, the little demon’s two requests hadn’t been difficult at all.

Luo Shuhe then continued, "Since you squeezed toothpaste for me tonight and kept your promise, I’ve decided to raise your favorability by 20 points."

Favorability points? Gu Luo’s interest was instantly piqued. "What’s the max favorability?"

"1000."

"......"

Gu Luo chuckled helplessly, then launched the game and asked, "So, how many points do I have now?"

"1020."

Hearing that number, Gu Luo felt his heart skip a beat.

Just as he turned to say something, a sudden knock came from the door.

"Elder brother, are you asleep?"

A soft voice drifted in from outside, shattering the delicate atmosphere in the room.

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