The glow of the gaming screen reflected the mischievous sparkle in the little devil’s eyes. Gu Luo stared at the cherry-red lips mere inches away, suddenly feeling as if the typed words in his document had transformed into flickering embers.
Outside, the night was thick and dark, but the warmth of the girl in his arms seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes, sending his heart into a rhythm more erratic than any virtual battlefield could ever provoke.
Alright, alright. Another test for a disciplined man.
But what kind of man would fail such a test?
A true sigma male fears nothing.
As the saying goes—no women in the heart, typing flows like a god.
"I choose option one. Even if I starve to death or jump off a rooftop, nothing will stop me from writing tonight to make money," Gu Luo declared with an ironclad expression, utterly unmoved by the temptation before him.
"Oh? Is that so—?"
Luo Shuhe drew out her words, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Before Gu Luo could react and nod firmly, her fingers hooked onto one strap of her dress and gave it a gentle tug—
The black satin nightgown cascaded down one shoulder, the stark contrast between her snow-white skin and the black lace bodice glaring under the light.
The air froze instantly.
Gu Luo’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably, and his earlier vow of "resisting temptation" shattered into dust.
Luo Shuhe tilted her head and, without hesitation, tugged down the other strap. The satin gown slipped further, revealing skin that glowed like pearls under the light.
"Baby, what was that about jumping off a rooftop?"
Gu Luo’s gaze was magnetically locked onto the delicate slope of her shoulders and collarbone, unable to tear away.
As she leaned in deliberately, the scent of white tea mixed with a faint trace of milk enveloped him, the visual impact overwhelming.
"You can still change your mind and pick option two, you know."
Her fingertips brushed against his burning earlobe, giving it a playful pinch.
Gu Luo shuddered. The words "The Lord of Mysteries" that had danced across his screen moments ago now morphed into the vision of a dazzlingly fair-skinned beauty before him.
Shuhe knelt on the gaming chair, the discarded nightgown pooling around her like a black flower. Her tender gaze locked onto him, as if he were a perfectly ripe prey.
Yes, prey.
That was the essence of this little devil.
Her eyes might have been soft, but beneath them simmered an irresistible allure.
"Cough... This novel... can wait until tomorrow..."
Gu Luo’s voice was rough with barely restrained desire. He fumbled for the mouse to shut down his computer, but Shuhe caught his wrist.
She nestled into his arms like an affectionate kitten, the silky fabric of her fallen gown brushing against his hand, sending tingles down his fingers.
"That’s more like it~"
Outside, the night deepened, the lights casting intertwined shadows.
As Gu Luo took in Shuhe’s delicate charm, his grand ambitions of "making money and proving himself" suddenly paled in comparison to the warmth of her body.
He remembered the first time he’d mistaken her for Shu Ning—how she’d threatened him by slipping off a strap.
Two months had flown by, yet that moment felt like yesterday.
Now, Gu Luo couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled Shuhe onto the gaming chair and kissed her fiercely.
When his nose brushed the hollow of her collarbone, the mingled scents of white tea shampoo and sweet orange body wash intoxicated him like a spell.
It hit his lungs like a legendary draft.
Better than immortality.
They’d both showered before dinner, and he couldn’t help murmuring in admiration:
"So sweet..."
Truly, no one could escape the "it’s actually good" effect.
Gu Ximan couldn’t. Neither could Gu Luo.
Shuhe suddenly nipped his lower lip, smirking as she mumbled, "Weren’t you going to starve for your novel?"
But her teasing was cut short by another deep kiss, her laughter melting into breathy sighs.
After a while, Gu Luo scooped her up in a princess carry.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, the straps of her nightgown slipping completely, her bare skin flush against his palms.
The room plunged into darkness as the bedside lamp clicked off, leaving only the faint glow of the gaming screens flickering over the curves of Shuhe’s back.
The residual hum of the computer fan and their mingled breaths filled the silence. Suddenly, Shuhe covered his eyes with her hand.
Beneath her warm palm, his lashes fluttered against her fingertips.
"Baby, still thinking about your novel? Did I distract you from making money?"
"Wrong. So wrong. What sane person writes novels anyway..."
Gu Luo chuckled, moving her wrist aside to capture her lips in the dark.
Outside, the night was ink-black. The glow of the screens vanished as he turned them off, leaving the room in absolute darkness—only the rustle of discarded clothes and their escalating breaths weaving an inescapable net beneath the covers.
Time flew when they were lost in each other. An hour passed in a blink.
The sound of a crumpled tissue landing in the trash cut through the quiet.
Shuhe curled against Gu Luo’s chest, her fingers idly tracing circles on his skin. "You didn’t even take my first time..."
Her voice dripped with honeyed complaint, the scent of white tea and their shared warmth lingering in his embrace.
"Little fool, I still owe you a proper commitment. And what if you got pregnant?" Gu Luo’s palm slid along her thigh, drawing shivers where his fingers grazed.
Shuhe suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing in the dim light. "I’m not scared. The chances are low the first time anyway. I can take pills."
She paused, her hair brushing his collarbone as she added with stubborn determination, "Even if it happens, I’d gladly have your baby."
The words struck his heart like a stone rippling through water. Gu Luo traced her shadowed outline in the dark, his throat tight.
He pressed his nose to hers, their breaths mingling. "Be good. We can’t be reckless about this."
Her skin under his touch was smoother than the finest silk, and he couldn’t help tightening his hold.
"Then your first time has to be mine."
Shuhe hooked her arms around his neck, her fingertips drawing lazy circles at his nape, the little devil’s dominance resurfacing.
Gu Luo laughed softly, kissing her forehead.
"Promise. My first time is yours."
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"Xuexue, who do you think took Gu Luo’s first time?"
Gu Ximan buried her face in Lu Xuexue’s neck, nuzzling the cartoon bunny print on her pajamas while her mischievous hands wandered to her waist.
The petite girl in her arms smelled like milk, her coral fleece pajamas soft, the bunny-ear headband atop her hair swaying as she blinked at her phone screen.
Who took Gu Luo’s first time?
That was indeed a scandalous question.
Who could it be?
Ximan? Shu Ning? Shuhe?
Lu Xuexue’s scrolling finger paused. The fluffy ball on her headband tickled Ximan’s nose as she answered thoughtfully:
"Hmm... I... think it was probably you, Manman."
She didn’t really care about this—after all, no matter what, Gu Ximan was always ahead of her, so Gu Luo’s first time definitely wouldn’t be with her.
"Ugh, this is so annoying."
Gu Ximan suddenly sat up, the hem of her nightgown sliding up to her thighs, revealing slender legs wrapped in white stockings. "I shouldn’t have agreed to wait for him to sort things out with Shu Ning and the others. What if someone else swoops in before then?"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Her soft cheeks puffed up like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, and she began poking Lu Xuexue’s snow-white shoulder with her fingertip.
Lu Xuexue set down her phone and gently caught the mischievous hand. "Relax, Manman. I don’t think Gu Luo would move that fast..."
"Who knows?"
Gu Ximan started rolling back and forth on the soft bed, her thoughts growing more tangled by the second. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to Lu Xuexue with sparkling eyes, excitedly suggesting, "Xuexue, let’s go sneak into his room tonight!"
"S-sneak in...?"
Lu Xuexue’s face flushed pink, and she instinctively curled her white-stockinged toes, wiggling them nervously. "That... doesn’t seem right... We promised Gu Luo we’d wait patiently..."
"Come on, my sweet Xuexue, just go with me~~~" Gu Ximan immediately turned on the charm, reasoning with her. "Think about it—we’re already waiting in line, so taking a little advance interest isn’t too much, right? Besides, that pervert Gu Luo would never turn down having two beauties in his arms. He’d be over the moon."
"But..."
Lu Xuexue was still hesitant.
She just wanted to follow Gu Luo’s lead and do as he said.
But she also didn’t want to refuse Manman.
"Pleeease~~~"
Gu Ximan kept up the acting cute, even tugging playfully at the tops of their white stockings. With a giggle, she added, "You know Gu Luo could never resist two beauties in white stockings throwing themselves at him. Best case, we seal the deal. Worst case, we at least get a little something out of it."
Lu Xuexue’s heart twisted even more, but remembering how much Gu Ximan had supported her in matters of love, she finally nodded.
"Okay... fine."
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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)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
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?!
