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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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
