The Exchange Between the Little Angel and Her Strategist Best Friend

"What should I do..."

"What should I do..."

"How am I supposed to face my brother from now on..."

Luo Shuning curled up on the bed, her hands tightly covering her still-flushed cheeks.

The embarrassing scene from earlier kept replaying uncontrollably in her mind.

Stop!

Stop it!

Don’t think about it!

She rolled around on the bed several times before burying her face deep into the pillow, as if that could block out the mortifying images.

Her fair, slender legs fidgeted restlessly on the sheets, sometimes lifting high before flopping back down onto the soft mattress.

Compared to Luo Shuhe’s delicate frame and Luo Shuling’s toned physique, Luo Shuning’s legs were slightly plumper.

The faint softness of her thighs made them irresistibly pinchable, tempting anyone to reach out and feel their springy, supple texture.

Yet, aside from Luo Shuling, no one had ever touched these legs—like a treasure chest filled with precious gems, quietly waiting for the right key to unlock it.

The more Luo Shuning thought about it, the more tangled her mind became, as if caught in an unsolvable mess.

Clueless about what to do, she decided to turn to her best friend, Ren Lei, hoping for some advice.

[Luo Shuning: Lei, are you awake? Need to ask you something quick. (????????????)]

[Ren Lei: Just finished my face mask. What’s up, babe?]

Ren Lei replied instantly.

[Luo Shuning: So, hypothetically… if a girl went to deliver milk to someone at night and accidentally found out that person was, uh, doing that… what should she do? (?_?|||)]

Luo Shuning typed cautiously, each word feeling like peeling back her most embarrassing secret.

[Ren Lei: She’d probably do exactly what you’re doing—ask everyone. (lol.jgp)]

[Luo Shuning: I said hypothetically! It’s not me. ???????]

[Ren Lei: Uh-huh. (dog emoji.jpg)]

[Luo Shuning: Fine, I admit it. It’s me. ＞?＜]

[Luo Shuning: So Lei, what do I do now? (//?Д/?/)]

[Ren Lei: First, walk me through the whole thing.]

Reading this, Luo Shuning’s face burned again, but after a brief hesitation, she complied.

[Ren Lei: Got the gist. Now, the first step is figuring out why your brother acted that way—super important.]

[Ren Lei: From what you said, Gu Luo could’ve played it off when he blocked the door, but he chose to tell you the awkward truth instead.]

[Ren Lei: So two possibilities: 1) Gu Luo’s a pervert, or 2) He doesn’t want any distance between you two.]

[Ren Lei: You went to deliver milk with such warmth—if he’d brushed you off, you’d naturally feel hurt.]

[Ren Lei: Plus, you’ve only just met, and this honeymoon phase amplifies everything.]

[Ren Lei: If he’s not a pervert, then he’d rather die of embarrassment than let you feel even slightly uneasy.]

[Ren Lei: So just act normal. Gu Luo really cares about your feelings.]

Luo Shuning read Ren Lei’s analysis word by word, her posture straightening unconsciously.

The more she read, the more it made sense.

Right—her brother would rather endure the awkwardness than let her feel uncomfortable.

But… it’s still so embarrassing…

[Luo Shuning: He’s not a pervert! He’s a really, really good brother. ?????]

[Ren Lei: Uh-huh. (side-eye.jpg)]

One hand still covering her burning cheek, Luo Shuning typed with the other:

[Luo Shuning: Let’s drop this. Wanna hear about my day? ?˙3˙?]

[Ren Lei: Ah, the classic topic-dodge. Who taught you that? (dog emoji.jpg)]

Ignoring the jab, Luo Shuning recounted how Gu Luo had outsmarted Qu Meimei and their little "undercover" act.

[Ren Lei: Ohhh, so that hottie from earlier was your brother?!]

[Ren Lei: Gotta admit, Gu Luo is fine!!!]

[Ren Lei: No wonder he stopped us—he was helping! At least I got to splash soda on Qu Meimei’s clothes, lol.]

[Ren Lei: And this undercover thing sounds fun. I wanna team up with Gu Luo!]

[Luo Shuning: Don’t go overboard. (′?????`)]

[Ren Lei: Relax, I know my limits. But babe, you’re too nice. People like Qu Meimei are like glue—the softer you are, the harder they cling.]

[Ren Lei: But don’t worry. With me and Gu Luo around, you’re safe.]

Luo Shuning’s heart swelled at the message.

[Luo Shuning: Lei, you’re the best! (//?Д/?/)]

[Ren Lei: So… introduce me to Gu Luo? Keep the hottie in the family. (grinning)]

[Luo Shuning withdrew a message.]

[Ren Lei: Rude! Ditching your BFF for your brother. Wait… babe, are you a brocon?]

A… brocon?

Luo Shuning blinked. Now that she thought about it, maybe there was a little truth to that.

She never got this flustered over other guys.

"On death’s bed, I jolt awake—the brocon was me all along?"

[Luo Shuning: Suddenly so sleepy! Goodnight, Lei! (u??u?)]

[Ren Lei: Tch. Night, brocon babe. (dog emoji.jpg)]

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"..."

"I’ll only ever see you as a little sister."

"You’re not my type."

Gu Luo kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen after delivering those final words, fingers tapping lightly on the mouse as he waited for Luo Shuhe’s response.

He didn’t want this ambiguous tension to drag on—better to lay it all out.

Sure, the little devil’s teasing was thrilling, but it wasn’t sustainable.

Honesty was the best policy.

Gu Luo didn’t dislike the mischievous type, but he preferred gentler girls.

Yet—

One second.

Three seconds.

Five.

The room stayed dead silent. No reply from Luo Shuhe.

…What?

A flicker of unease rose in Gu Luo’s chest. He still didn’t dare turn, afraid of meeting a pair of icy eyes.

"Ahem… Shuhe, say something."

"Do you get what I’m trying to say?"

Slowly, he glanced toward the bed.

Only to find Luo Shuhe’s serene sleeping face.

Her breaths were even, long lashes fluttering faintly like tiny fans.

The usual coldness in her features had softened, replaced by a rare, delicate warmth.

Her exquisite features appeared especially enchanting under the soft glow of the lamplight.

Truly beautiful.

And yet, she had fallen asleep just like that...

Seeing this, Gu Luo inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.

He was a normal guy, after all—instinctively, he couldn’t possibly dislike being teased by a beautiful girl.

Especially one like Luo Shuhe, who was the epitome of perfection.

But he was afraid this might end up hurting her.

After all, it was only her second day here, and she was already asleep in his bed.

At this rate, Gu Luo worried he might lose control one day.

Sigh...

He’d deal with it later. For now, he needed to get Luo Shuhe back to her room.

Gu Luo gently shook her arm, but she remained as unresponsive as a sleeping baby.

She was completely out.

Left with no choice, he quietly cracked open his bedroom door and cautiously peeked outside.

After scanning the hallway to confirm no one was around, he tiptoed to Luo Shuhe’s room and unlocked it.

Then he returned to his bedroom, carefully sliding one hand beneath her neck and the other under her knees, lifting her in a princess carry.

So soft.

So fragrant.

So light.

His heartbeat quickened. He didn’t dare look down at her, afraid he might succumb to temptation.

Moving swiftly, he crossed the hallway to her room, nudged the door shut behind him, and gently laid her on the bed.

His gaze instinctively wandered around the room.

It was clean, tidy, and minimally decorated—simple yet elegant.

At the center stood a large desk, adorned with brushes, ink, and sheets of rice paper.

Gu Luo’s interest was piqued.

He stepped closer to examine the calligraphy.

The flowing cursive script resembled a lively stream, smooth and spirited.

Each character connected seamlessly, the lines brimming with vitality.

"The hills have trees, and trees have branches; my heart adores you, but you don’t know."

"A city veiled in mist, a tower in the rain; a flower blooms only for one tree."

"The southern wind knows my longing, carrying dreams to Western Isle."

"At dawn I watch the sky, at dusk the clouds; walking, I think of you, sitting, I think of you."

After reading, Gu Luo’s expression grew complicated.

These verses all conveyed an indescribable affection. He didn’t dare dwell on it and quickly turned to leave.

But just then, Luo Shuhe’s voice drifted from behind him.

"Liar."

Her whisper was faint, yet piercingly clear in the silent room.

Gu Luo froze, then slowly turned to see her still peacefully asleep.

Was it just sleep-talk...?

Returning to her bedside, he took a quiet breath and murmured, "Shuhe, I don’t know if you’re dreaming or pretending to sleep."

"But I can only see you as a little sister."

"I admit you’re beautiful—especially your legs. It’s impossible to look away."

"But you’re just not my type."

"I don’t want to hurt you because of some primal urge."

He studied her face intently after speaking, but she showed no reaction, her breathing steady.

This was enough.

Switching off the light, Gu Luo quietly left the room.

As the door clicked shut, darkness swallowed the space.

Some time later, Luo Shuhe shifted slightly in her sleep.

Her breaths remained slow and even.

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