The Little Angel's Head Pat

For Gu Luo, taking care of his four beautiful younger sisters was undoubtedly a joyful and fulfilling experience.

Time flew by happily, swift as an untiring steed—whoosh—and suddenly, a great distance had been covered.

It felt like only a brief blink before he had spent a week in this warm new home, welcoming Saturday.

Over the past few days, the music club had undergone a dramatic transformation since Gu Luo joined.

The once contentious and quarrelsome atmosphere had completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of harmony.

Qu Meimei seemed like a completely different person—gentle and graceful in front of Gu Luo, no longer sabotaging rehearsals but actively cooperating every time.

Her little clique, meanwhile, began showing signs of collapse, like a rickety house on the verge of crumbling.

Among them, Big-Eyes played a decisive role.

She exposed all of Qu Meimei’s malicious gossip behind everyone’s backs to the group.

Add to that Gu Luo’s perfectly timed "green tea" act—skillfully stirring up tensions—and the situation had now reached this point.

The only headache for Gu Luo was that Qu Meimei’s advances had grown increasingly aggressive these past two days—her gaze practically devouring him on the spot.

Fortunately, Guangya Academy’s anniversary celebration was coming up next Wednesday.

Once the performance ended, his undercover mission would be over.

Then, he could settle the score with Qu Meimei for all her past misdeeds.

In the kitchen that morning,

Gu Luo yawned sleepily as he stood at the counter, slicing tomatoes.

He had stayed up gaming until dawn, utterly enchanted by the flashy gun skins in the game.

There was no denying it—having those skins made the game so much more enjoyable.

As the saying goes: Money—truly wonderful.

On top of that, the little demon hadn’t barged into his room at night lately.

Everything was moving in a positive direction.

After accompanying her out today, he’d finally be free from her blackmail.

Huh.

Gu Luo suddenly realized something.

He’d forgotten to ask Luo Shuhe where they were going or what they’d be doing.

Oh well, he’d find out once they left. With that thought, he stopped overthinking it.

"Good morning, brother."

Luo Shuning’s light footsteps entered the kitchen.

The hem of her pure white nightgown swayed gently with her movements, like a white lotus blooming in the morning—pure and lovely.

She seemed like a princess straight out of a fairy tale, radiating an irresistible innocence.

"Morning, Shuning."

Gu Luo kept slicing tomatoes, but the corners of his lips instinctively curled up at her voice.

Was there anything more uplifting than hearing his little angel greet him first thing in the morning?

A warm sense of happiness welled up inside him.

"Thanks for your hard work, brother."

Luo Shuning said habitually, her gaze inadvertently landing on Gu Luo’s head.

A single strand of hair stood straight up, as if declaring its existence to the world.

"Pfft."

She couldn’t help but laugh—it was just too adorable.

Hearing her laughter, Gu Luo paused his chopping and turned, puzzled.

"Huh? What’s up?"

Luo Shuning blinked her large, dewy eyes.

Then, raising her delicate hand, she curled four fingers (excluding her thumb) downward and giggled softly, "Brother, lower your head a bit."

Her voice was gentle, carrying a playful lilt, as if sharing a little secret.

"Oh, sure." Though confused, Gu Luo complied.

Seeing this, Luo Shuning slowly placed her hand on his hair, smoothing it down with feather-light strokes.

Her touch was tender, as if handling something precious.

With every pass of her fingers, a faint electric current seemed to run through him, making his heartbeat quicken uncontrollably.

His face gradually flushed.

Wait… was this a head pat?

So this was how it felt to be patted by a beautiful girl.

But why had his little angel suddenly done something so intimate?

Gu Luo’s brain short-circuited, his thoughts spiraling wildly.

"All done, brother."

Luo Shuning withdrew her hands, clasping them behind her back.

Then, with a bright smile, she said,

"You had a little bedhead earlier."

"But don’t worry—I fixed it!"

Her tone was playful, as if proudly announcing her achievement.

"Thanks…" Hearing her explanation, Gu Luo’s fantasies instantly evaporated.

He slowly lifted his head, only to see Luo Shuning tilting hers slightly—an unbearably cute sight.

"Your face is a little red."

"Why is that?"

So cute!

Absolutely adorable.

What’s more, she noticed that Gu Luo only showed this flustered, boyish shyness around her.

With Qu Meimei, he never reacted this way.

Luo Shuning loved this special dynamic.

Gradually, she found herself craving it more and more.

Her heart felt like it was being tickled by a kitten—itchy and restless.

"......"

Gu Luo suppressed his embarrassment and didn’t respond, quickly turning away to continue chopping the ingredients with forced composure.

Meanwhile, Luo Shuning stood nearby, quietly laughing to herself.

If the atmosphere in the kitchen had a color, it would undoubtedly be a sweet, soft pink.

This was their usual way of interacting—filled with warmth.

Their feelings had been steadily growing warmer.

Both of them cherished this sensation.

Even the mere thought of each other made the corners of their lips curl up uncontrollably.

Gu Luo was already feeling faint stirrings in his heart, especially since he had always been drawn to gentle girls.

And she was beautiful, too.

He could sense that Luo Shuning felt the same way.

Yet, both of them silently chose not to voice it, keeping their relationship within carefully defined boundaries.

Gu Luo found this frustrating, even though he knew some things shouldn’t be pursued.

But he couldn’t help wanting to reach out and touch.

The feeling was indescribable.

Still, there was no need to rush.

He and his little angel would have plenty of time together.

Future problems could be left to his future self.

For now, he would simply enjoy the present.

"Brother."

Luo Shuning’s soft voice snapped Gu Luo out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?" he responded instinctively.

Luo Shuning took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Then, with a bright, warm smile, she said, "I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me this past week."

"Thank you for going through the trouble of cooking such delicious meals for me every day."

"Thank you for helping me resolve the conflicts in the music department, even though it meant making sacrifices."

"Thank you for..."

"Really, thank you so much, brother."

"I’ll never forget any of this."

Hearing her words, Gu Luo felt as if his heart had been wrapped in a warm current.

It was utterly soothing.

Some emotion surged within him, threatening to overflow.

Looking at the little angel before him, his lips trembled slightly before he finally mustered the courage to speak:

"......Shuning, your hair looks a little messy."

"Ah...?" Luo Shuning blinked in surprise, instinctively raising a hand to smooth her hair—but then she remembered she had just combed it in front of the mirror in her room.

Suddenly, she realized what he meant.

Her heartbeat quickened.

A faint blush spread across her flawless, fair cheeks.

Then, silence fell over the kitchen.

It was like an invisible veil had draped over them, filling the air with a tension that was both nervous and expectant.

When Luo Shuning didn’t respond, Gu Luo assumed he had been rejected, and shame instantly flooded him.

‘What am I even saying......?’

‘This is bad, this is really bad... I couldn’t hold back......’

‘This is so awkward, help, this is so awkward....’

‘What do I do? What do I do? Should I just laugh it off?’

‘I shouldn’t have crossed this line......’

"Ahem... Shuning, uh..." Gu Luo wished he could vanish into the ground.

Just as he began to stammer an explanation, Luo Shuning crossed her delicate hands in front of her chest.

Then, lowering her head slightly and avoiding his gaze, she murmured shyly:

"......Could you help me with it?"

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