Gu Luo and Gu Ximan, the siblings, now shared the same impression of Lu Xuexue—she was a god-tier player. A young, wealthy woman who could effortlessly control any situation with a light touch, all while keeping her demeanor so humble that it left no room for argument.
At this moment, Gu Luo found himself staring at Lu Xuexue’s lively swaying twin ponytails, feeling that mischievous urge flare up again. He really wanted to sweep her up in his arms and plant a couple of fierce kisses on her—or at least tug on those ponytails for fun.
Call it a warm-up for the second stage of their relationship.
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. He was growing fonder of this little loli by the minute—she was practically the perfect wife material.
Seeing the tension finally ease, Gu Luo quickly changed the subject: "I really need to write now. Why don’t you all head back to your rooms?"
Even with Lu Xuexue’s god-tier mediation skills, it was still best not to let Gu Ximan and Luo Shuhe stay in the same space. Those two were like powder kegs, ready to explode at any moment.
Ximan’s resentment toward Shuhe was understandable, given her issues with Luo Shuning and the jealousy factor.
But what puzzled him was why Shuhe kept provoking Ximan. Normally, she hated noisy environments, yet she insisted on tagging along to the karaoke session—even dragging Shuning along.
Had she figured something out?
Unlikely.
He’d only just clarified things with Ximan and Xuexue on the rooftop yesterday.
There was no way he’d get caught red-handed the very next day, right?
Something felt off.
Maybe he was overthinking it. Perhaps Shuhe simply wanted to use this chance to reconcile with Shuning.
Gu Luo’s mind raced through possibilities, but everything remained speculative.
A girl’s heart was as unfathomable as the ocean’s depths.
No matter how logical his deductions were, the truth could still be miles away.
Right now, the priority was maintaining this delicate balance.
And Lu Xuexue was the key to that equilibrium.
"Stinky Gu Luo, what are you writing? I’m not going anywhere—I’ll stay right here and watch," Gu Ximan declared, acting every bit the lovestruck girl who wanted to stick to Gu Luo 24/7.
Lu Xuexue was equally curious. After setting a fruit platter on the table, she obediently sat beside Gu Ximan, clearly not planning to leave either.
"I’ll go check on my sister," Luo Shuhe said.
She had initially considered staying to observe for a bit, but after hesitating, she decided helping Shuning up was more important.
After all, writing a novel wasn’t as easy as it seemed.
Sure, there were no barriers to entry—anyone could write if they wanted.
But very, very few actually made money from it.
And Gu Luo, as a complete beginner, was no exception.
Something like Lord of the Mysteries? Sounded like pure self-indulgence.
The moment Luo Shuhe closed the door behind her, Gu Luo’s expression shifted. His smile vanished as he reached out and pinched Gu Ximan’s ear.
"You. What exactly did you promise me yesterday?"
Gu Ximan tilted her head, puffing her cheeks. "So what? Shuhe was the one pushing her luck. This afternoon was supposed to be a date with me and Xuexue!"
"Still arguing? Shuhe doesn’t even know about us yet."
"I don’t care. She invited herself, and then tried to bring Shuning along too. That’s where I draw the line."
"You’re acting like a child. Why can’t you learn from Xuexue?"
"Hmph, so what?"
"So what? Want me to spank you?" Gu Luo raised a hand, pretending to threaten her.
But instead of flinching, Gu Ximan’s eyes lit up. She immediately stood up, turned her back to him, and said excitedly,
"Go ahead, just like last night."
The air froze.
Gu Luo: "........"
Lu Xuexue: "........"
Wait.
What?
Gu Luo’s lips twitched. After a long silence, he finally managed to mutter, "Ximan… are you a pervert or something?"
This was genuinely a little perverted—and carried some… specific preferences.
Hearing this, Gu Ximan immediately protested, "What? You were the one who went all out last night! If anyone’s the pervert here, it’s you!"
"Alright, alright…" Gu Luo quickly cut her off, his face burning.
Honestly, looking back, it was pretty embarrassing.
Especially since all those… activities had been his idea.
Lu Xuexue, recalling last night’s antics, blushed furiously. Her fingers unconsciously brushed her fair neck—it still felt a little sore.
"Stinky Gu Luo, are you gonna do it or not? Hurry up!"
Gu Ximan even started urging him.
"I…"
Gu Luo was at a loss for words but still gave her a light, symbolic pat.
Gu Ximan, however, was dissatisfied with the lack of force. "Seriously? Did you skip breakfast or something?"
"This is enough. Don’t want you enjoying it too much."
Gu Luo sighed helplessly before turning his attention to the flustered Lu Xuexue. He gestured for her to come closer.
"Xuexue, come here."
Lu Xuexue blinked, confused but obedient as she stood up. After glancing at Gu Ximan to ensure no objections, she cautiously approached.
Gu Luo patted his lap with a smile.
"Here, sit."
"Ah…" Lu Xuexue was both surprised and flustered but carefully settled onto his lap.
The next second, Gu Luo wrapped an arm around her slender waist and kissed her squarely on the lips.
Lu Xuexue’s mind blanked.
Though they’d been intimate before, they hadn’t officially defined their relationship yet.
But Gu Luo couldn’t hold back any longer. From last night until now, Lu Xuexue had been nothing short of perfect.
She deserved a reward.
"Hey, I want one too!"
Gu Ximan immediately scrambled over.
"No. Misbehaving little sisters don’t get kisses." Gu Luo wagged a finger at her. "Xuexue’s been good, so she gets a reward."
He needed to set some boundaries with his unruly sister. If he kept indulging her, they’d end up in a full-blown love war—especially without Xuexue around to mediate.
"Stinky Gu Luo, you’re the worst!"
Gu Ximan stomped her foot, pouting.
"Deal with it."
Pleased with the outcome, Gu Luo planted a few more kisses on Lu Xuexue’s neck and earlobes before letting her go—not wanting to push his luck in case Luo Shuhe returned unexpectedly.
Lu Xuexue, meanwhile, had melted into a boneless heap on the bed, her face burning as if she’d downed a bottle of cheap liquor.
Though Gu Ximan wasn’t jealous of her best friend, she was still fuming at Gu Luo’s favoritism. She lunged at him, teeth bared.
Gu Luo reacted swiftly, delivering two firm smacks to her backside before soothing her. "Alright, enough. I’m writing this novel to earn money for you, you know."
"Really?"
"Of course."
The spanking took the edge off her anger. Grumbling, Gu Ximan plopped back down. "Fine. Let’s see how you plan to make money then."
"Just watch."
Gu Luo opened his document and started typing furiously.
[Pain!]
[So much pain!]
[My head is splitting!]
[A psychedelic world filled with whispers…]
"Ugh... in a daze..."
"......"
Gu Ximan stood nearby, watching curiously, but couldn't help yawning after a while. "Gu Luo, your writing is so boring. Can you really make money from this?"
Lu Xuexue was still lying on the bed, also watching Gu Luo type away.
"You don’t understand anything. The real story hasn’t even started yet," Gu Luo retorted, shooting her a glance.
"Pfft, it’s just boring. And you think it’ll make money?"
Gu Ximan had never been interested in novels. After a few teasing remarks, she mumbled, "Keep typing if you want. I’m going to find Sister Ling."
With that, she lazily walked out of the room.
"You’ll understand when I throw the money at you."
Just as Gu Luo was about to resume typing, Lu Xuexue’s shy voice piped up beside him. "Brother Gu, I believe in you."
"Xuexue is the best."
Gu Luo turned to her with a smile, but the moment his eyes landed on Lu Xuexue lying on the bed, blushing and looking utterly adorable, he couldn’t look away.
She was too tempting.
"Brother Gu, what’s wrong?"
Lu Xuexue’s cheeks flushed even redder under his gaze, her voice soft and sweet.
Unable to hold back any longer, Gu Luo pounced on her.
............
Meanwhile.
In the neighboring bedroom.
Luo Shuhe sat on the soft bed, legs crossed out of habit, and asked Luo Shuning, who wore a conflicted expression, "Sister, what’s there to hesitate about? Don’t you want to reconcile with Brother quickly?"
Luo Shuning sat on the other side, head lowered, her expression troubled. After a long silence, she finally spoke. "Shuhe, I... I really don’t know what to do..."
"What do you mean you don’t know?"
"I... you..."
Luo Shuning slowly raised her head and countered with a question instead. "Shuhe, you... you really agree with Brother’s idea?"
"Mhm. I don’t mind sharing Brother with you."
Luo Shuhe’s tone was calm but firm.
"This..."
Luo Shuning clutched her hair, her heart tangled in conflict.
The emotions between the three of them were too complicated. It was an impossible choice.
Just then, Luo Shuhe propped her chin on one hand and said coolly, "If Sister just listens obediently, not only will Brother forgive you, but I’ll also return that envelope to you."
At those words, Luo Shuning shuddered, staring at her in disbelief. "You have the envelope?"
Luo Shuhe gave a slight nod. "Mhm. I saw everything that happened back then. Sister, you really are a fool."
"I... I..."
Luo Shuning’s shame deepened, her fists clenching tightly.
"Alright, take your time to think about it. I think the three of us living together would be very happy." Luo Shuhe stood up slowly and walked toward the door.
Luo Shuning wanted to call out to her, but the words died in her throat.
Her mind was a mess.
Sharing the same man with her own sister...
The absurd thought twisted like a knot in her chest, suffocating her.
............
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
