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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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
