The little angel had arrived.
And of all times, it had to be now.
Gu Luo’s gaze lingered briefly on Luo Shuhe, and an inexplicable sense of guilt surged in his chest.
Even he couldn’t quite explain why he felt this way.
It was just his little sister coming into his room to watch him play games.
That was all. Nothing more.
"Shuning, just wait a moment," Gu Luo called toward the door, a faint trace of nervousness in his voice.
"Of course, Brother. Take your time."
Luo Shuning’s gentle reply drifted in from outside, soft as a spring breeze.
Truly befitting of a little angel—just those simple words were enough to make anyone feel her warmth and thoughtfulness.
Gu Luo quickly turned his attention back to Luo Shuhe, who was sitting on his bed, and whispered urgently, "Shuhe, get up and sit on the chair."
"Why?" Luo Shuhe retorted coldly.
Gu Luo didn’t have the patience to argue. "Just sit on the chair, or Shuning might misunderstand."
The moment the words left his mouth, Luo Shuhe’s eyes turned sharp as a blade, icy and piercing.
Ah.
He had definitely said the wrong thing.
Luo Shuhe smirked. "Brother really cares about Sister, huh?"
"It’s not about caring—" Gu Luo’s scalp prickled, and he fought the urge to tug at his hair. He lowered his voice and hastily explained, "It’s just… it’s not proper. It could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings."
"Fine. Then pull me up." Luo Shuhe’s expression remained frosty as she lazily gestured for him to come closer.
The motion was almost like summoning a docile pet.
Gu Luo’s brow twitched, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He reached out to take her hand—only to freeze mid-motion.
Luo Shuhe suddenly asked, "Do I look good in this outfit?"
"…What did you say?"
It was a habit of his—whenever he needed a moment to think, he’d pretend not to have heard, buying himself time.
"Do I look pretty in this outfit?" Luo Shuhe repeated.
Gu Luo fell silent. What other answer could he give in this situation?
"Pretty."
But Luo Shuhe wasn’t about to let him off so easily. "Do I look pretty in this outfit?"
Gu Luo was baffled. Was he supposed to say no?
No, that would be suicidal.
Then it clicked. He tentatively replied, "Very pretty?"
Only then did Luo Shuhe loosen her grip on his arm.
Gu Luo exhaled in relief.
Thank goodness he’d guessed right.
Last night, he had described Luo Shuning as "pretty."
So…
Was this some kind of competition?
The little demon trying to one-up the little angel?
Come to think of it, the little demon’s second demand was for him to accompany her on Saturday.
Meanwhile, he had already promised the little angel Sunday.
At this moment, many things suddenly made sense.
Was he just a tool in their rivalry?
But that didn’t quite add up either.
Could it be… jealousy?
Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.
"Alright, Your Highness, will you sit on the chair now?"
Gu Luo was genuinely afraid this little demon would pull another headache-inducing stunt.
"No."
Luo Shuhe coldly refused.
Then, in one swift motion, she kicked off her slippers and lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket over herself.
"……"
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Gu Luo stared, speechless.
"You—"
"One should be quiet when others are sleeping. Do I really need to remind you of that, Brother?"
"……"
Gu Luo had never met someone so shameless.
Luo Shuhe turned her back to him, eyes closed, effectively muting him.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Luo pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing the urge to scream.
One thing was certain—he couldn’t let Luo Shuning in right now.
Otherwise, everything would be over.
Worse, this newly formed family might collapse.
"Brother, are you alright? Did something happen?"
Luo Shuning’s concerned voice came from outside the door.
Helpless, Gu Luo forced himself to appear calm, smoothing his expression before slowly opening the door halfway—blocking the rest with his body to hide the room’s interior.
Outside, Luo Shuning stood holding a glass of milk. Her eyes filled with worry as she took in his expression. "Brother… you look pale."
"Ahem." Gu Luo cleared his throat and forced a smile. "Don’t worry, I’m fine."
After a pause, he asked, "It’s late. Did you need something, Shuning?"
Luo Shuning smiled gently and lifted the glass. "I thought you might be tired from visiting the clubs today, so I warmed some milk for you. It’ll help you sleep better."
Only then did Gu Luo notice the faint, sweet aroma of milk.
She had prepared this… for him?
Truly an angel.
"Thank you." His smile softened, genuine this time, as he accepted the glass.
He was genuinely touched.
"It’s nothing. You work so hard, Brother." Luo Shuning’s smile was warm.
Then, curiosity flickered in her eyes. "So… what were you doing just now?"
"Is it something I shouldn’t know about?"
Quickly, she waved her hands. "Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to pry. I was just worried."
Gu Luo fell silent.
Opening the door only halfway and blocking the view—it was practically an admission of guilt.
Should he confess?
Tell her that Luo Shuhe was currently asleep in his bed?
If he did, how would Luo Shuning see him afterward?
But if he didn’t give a satisfactory answer, she’d be hurt, wouldn’t she?
Their relationship was still new, their bond growing quickly—but trust, once broken, could shatter just as fast.
Gu Luo didn’t want that.
He adored the angelic version of Luo Shuning.
Even with her occasional playful teasing, she was truly healing.
So… what should he do?
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Each one stretched unbearably long.
If only he could borrow five hundred more seconds from the heavens.
But reality couldn’t be avoided. Running solved nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Luo forced a smile.
He chose to come clean.
Even if the consequences were unpredictable.
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