Before returning to his room, Gu Luo went back to grab a carton of yogurt from the fridge.
Seeing Luo Shuning still standing there in a daze, he didn’t say a word, merely glancing at her before heading upstairs again.
Pushing open the bedroom door, he found Luo Shuhe sitting in the gaming chair, the thin strap of her black slip dress slipping off her porcelain shoulder, the satin skirt fanning out like a dark blossom.
Her expression was blank, one hand propping her chin as she gazed out the window. Only when the door creaked softly did she slowly turn her head, her obsidian eyes reflecting Gu Luo and the yogurt carton in his hand.
"What’s on your mind? I brought you yogurt."
Gu Luo lifted the carton slightly, the warm light gliding over its surface, then peeled the plastic off the straw.
Luo Shuhe didn’t respond, only straightened her posture slightly, the neckline of her slip dress swaying in a gentle curve.
The soft "pop" of the straw piercing the aluminum seal made her lashes flutter.
"Thoughtful, right? Here."
Gu Luo smiled, but just as he moved to hand her the yogurt, he twisted his wrist and pulled it back.
Luo Shuhe’s small hand hovered mid-air as he lowered his head and took two deliberate bites on the straw, leaving clear teeth marks indented into the plastic, the transparent tube glistening with moisture.
"Here."
When he offered it again, his fingertips brushed against the cool skin of her hand.
Luo Shuhe narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp as a cat robbed of its prey.
She didn’t take it immediately, instead staring at the lingering smirk on his lips.
Gu Luo raised a brow, shaking the carton once more, the straw catching the light to highlight the marks of his teeth.
In the end, Luo Shuhe reached out. The moment her fingertips touched the warmth of his, she couldn’t help but recall how he’d wiped Gu Ximan’s mouth at the dinner table earlier.
For some reason, it felt like something had changed.
But she couldn’t quite pinpoint what.
As the straw met her lips, Gu Luo noticed the nearly imperceptible bob of Luo Shuhe’s throat.
Pale moonlight and lamplight intertwined on her face, the tiny mole at the corner of her eye flickering in the shadows.
Gu Luo crouched down, meeting her at eye level, the scent of her shampoo drifting between them. "What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me?"
Luo Shuhe released the straw, her voice cool. "You’re acting strange today."
Her gaze was surgical, sliding from his slightly tousled hair to the amused crinkle at the corner of his eye. "You’re different now. And what was that talk this morning? What did you mean by it?"
In response, Gu Luo pinched her cheek gently and murmured,
"Then which version of me do you prefer?"
As he leaned closer, the mingling scents of shampoo and yogurt enveloped them, and he caught the faint blush rising to the tips of her ears.
Luo Shuhe suddenly smiled, her eyes curving into something dangerous. "I prefer..."
She paused, then wrapped her lips around the straw he’d bitten, taking a deep pull of yogurt, her throat working more visibly than before.
"...this shameless version of you."
"Shameless?"
Gu Luo’s lips quirked up. He plucked the straw—now damp with both their saliva—from her grasp, then closed the distance, replacing it with his own mouth as he captured her yogurt-sweetened lips.
This was a scene he’d imagined countless times.
Achievement unlocked: a direct kiss with the little devil.
"Mmph—"
Luo Shuhe’s lashes trembled, her body stiff at first.
But it didn’t take long before she responded with equal fervor.
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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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
