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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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!

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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"