And so, Gu Luo found himself transformed into a Barbie doll, enduring an entire afternoon of pure dress-up games.
The term "pure dress-up" was apt because Luo Shuhe showed no intention of actually buying any clothes. Instead, she dragged Gu Luo from one menswear store to another, making him try on outfit after outfit.
"Shuhe..."
As they stepped out of yet another store, Gu Luo felt like his legs were weighed down with lead. Every step required tremendous effort.
For a guy, shopping was nothing short of torture—especially this aimless dress-up marathon. Each minute stretched on endlessly.
"What is it, brother?" Luo Shuhe turned to look at him, her expression perfectly composed, as if their hours of walking had been nothing more than a light stroll.
Despite wearing high heels, her posture remained elegant and upright, with no trace of fatigue in her movements.
"..."
Gu Luo hesitated. Would it be too embarrassing to admit he couldn’t walk anymore?
Especially in front of a girl.
And one who was still effortlessly striding in heels, no less.
If she wasn’t complaining, how could he possibly whine?
"Ahem... I’m feeling a bit thirsty. How about we grab some milk tea?" Gu Luo seized the opportunity and suggested with a smile.
A brilliant excuse.
Not tired—just thirsty.
And sitting down for a drink would be the perfect solution.
"Sure."
After a brief pause, Luo Shuhe agreed readily.
Truth be told, after all that walking, she was feeling a little parched herself.
So, the two headed toward the snack street.
The bustling lane was lined with food stalls and drink shops, the air thick with the lively scent of street food.
The aroma of grilled skewers, the sweetness of milk tea, and the cheerful chatter of people blended into a vibrant scene brimming with life.
"Dear valued customers, great news! Great news! The Ruixue Xincheng store in Caizhou Commercial Plaza is officially open today!"
"Bring your little ones—buy one, get one free! Enjoy sweet moments with your family! Sweet couples—buy one, get one free! Let love blossom in sweetness! Long-time partners—buy one, get one free! Relive the sweetness of your first love!"
"Special opening promotion! Exclusive offers for families, couples, and partners—buy one, get one free! Buy one, get one free! Buy one, get one free! Important things must be said three times!"
"The free drink can be any flavor you choose!"
"........"
Following the lively announcement, they spotted a Ruixue Xincheng store not far away.
Outside, a chubby, antlered "Snow King" mascot waved its arms playfully, drawing the attention of passersby.
"Too bad. If only there were a discount for siblings," Gu Luo joked, trying to lighten his exhausted mood.
But the moment the words left his mouth, Luo Shuhe smoothly linked her arm with his—quick and natural, as if she’d been waiting for the chance.
"..."
Gu Luo opened his mouth but said nothing.
But hey, let’s be real—no one would know they weren’t actually a couple.
Surely, plenty of siblings or classmates would pretend to be couples just to get the discount.
And this conveniently gave Luo Shuhe the perfect excuse to cling to his arm.
Oh well. Only a fool would pass up freebies.
So, the two joined the queue outside Ruixue Xincheng.
Gu Luo glanced inside and was relieved to see plenty of empty seats.
At the moment, aside from them, there were five other "couples" in the shop.
An amusing scene unfolded: the guys couldn’t help sneaking glances at Luo Shuhe, captivated by her beauty, while the girls kept stealing looks at Gu Luo, charmed by his good looks.
One couple even locked eyes after simultaneously checking out Gu Luo and Luo Shuhe, leading to an awkward moment.
Without realizing it, the two had disrupted the atmosphere for the other couples.
But that was just how things went.
Everyone appreciates beauty.
Especially when it came to top-tier stunners like them—wherever they went, they shone like a radiant force of nature, effortlessly outshining everyone else.
Gu Luo still wasn’t entirely comfortable with all the attention, but Luo Shuhe remained completely unfazed, as if this were perfectly normal.
Then again, with her striking looks, she must have long grown accustomed to such gazes.
Before he could dwell on it further, their turn came.
"Shuhe, what do you want to drink?" Gu Luo turned to ask her.
Then he saw her narrow her eyes slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
Instantly, Gu Luo sensed trouble.
"Baby, I’d like a coffee—just a latte is fine."
Luo Shuhe deliberately raised her voice, her tone sugary sweet, before resting her head affectionately against Gu Luo’s shoulder.
In an instant, every pair of eyes in the shop turned toward them, brimming with envy.
Just look at this couple—not only gorgeous but also so lovey-dovey.
Meanwhile, Gu Luo shuddered, goosebumps rising all over.
Baby?!
He had never been called "baby" in his entire life.
The feeling was...
Equal parts bizarre and weirdly thrilling.
Gu Luo could only repeat to himself—it’s all for the free milk tea, it’s all for the free milk tea.
Steeling himself, he told the cashier, "One grape taro ball milk tea and one latte, both at room temperature, please."
"Got it. What sweetness level?" The masked barista smiled, though her eyes kept drifting toward Gu Luo’s unfairly handsome face, unable to resist staring.
Only when she noticed Luo Shuhe’s sharp glare did she awkwardly look away.
"Half sugar, thanks."
"Sure thing."
Just as Gu Luo was about to pay, a stylishly dressed middle-aged woman stepped out from the back and approached them.
"Handsome, beautiful—this one’s on the house," she said warmly.
"Today’s our grand opening. Would you mind if I took a photo of you two to display on our wall? Consider it promotional material. From now on, you’ll both get 50% off every time you visit. How’s that sound?"
To the woman, this was a no-brainer. Even at half price, she’d still make a profit.
This couple was simply too striking—their mere presence elevated the entire shop’s vibe, making even celebrities pale in comparison.
"Sorry, boss. I’d rather just pay," Gu Luo refused without hesitation.
No way was he taking that deal.
First, he wasn’t hurting for milk tea money.
Second, this place was far from both his apartment and campus—no reason to come back.
Most importantly, better safe than sorry. If Luo Shuning ever saw that photo, he’d be in deep trouble.
"Oh... I see. No worries." The woman’s smile faltered slightly, but she waved it off politely.
"This one's on the house. Wishing you two lovebirds a lifetime of happiness—may you never break up."
The moment the shopkeeper finished her blessing, Luo Shuhe immediately chirped, "Sweetheart, let's take the photos."
"......"
Gu Luo's lips twitched as he pretended not to hear.
But Luo Shuhe wasn’t about to let it go.
"Come on, sweetheart, please?"
"You’re the best, sweetheart."
"Sweetheart, sweetheart."
"......"
The barrage of coquettish pleas made Gu Luo feel like he was being roasted over an open flame.
Especially under the gaze of the guys in the shop, their expressions a mix of envy and silent urging—as if screaming, "If you won’t say yes, I’ll say it for you!"
I know you’re eager, but hold your horses...
Glancing at the little demon clinging to his arm, Gu Luo finally relented with a strained smile and nodded. "Then we’ll trouble you, ma’am."
"It’s my pleasure," the middle-aged woman beamed.
She had a soft spot for students.
Even when they were the ones doing her a favor, they’d still reflexively say "thank you" and "sorry to trouble you."
Adorable little money gods.
With that, the woman grabbed her prepped camera and snapped several shots of Gu Luo and Luo Shuhe, handing them two prints as keepsakes.
Carrying two drinks, Gu Luo didn’t even pause to rest before steering Luo Shuhe out of the shop, heading for a nearby park bench.
No choice—the lingering stares inside were too much to handle.
If a Charm stat of 9 already caused this much chaos, he dreaded to imagine the fallout at 10.
Just as long as it doesn’t attract guys...
Soon, they settled onto a bench in the quiet park.
Gu Luo stabbed a straw into the iced latte and passed it to Luo Shuhe.
[System prompt: Task "Insert straw for little sister Luo Shuhe" completed. Reward: 1 point.]
This doting-sister system really played no favorites.
Cooking a whole meal and inserting a straw both earned just one point, despite the effort gap.
But he couldn’t be bothered to nitpick. Go with the flow.
For Gu Luo, giving love was far more fulfilling than receiving it.
These acts were never just about the points.
He genuinely savored every moment.
"Big brother," Luo Shuhe murmured between sips of coffee, suddenly announcing:
"My feet hurt."
............
............
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
