Is Brother Happy Today

No way.

Why does she always pull these zero-frame-start moves?

I let my guard down and didn’t dodge in time.

Just as Gu Luo was about to speak, he watched helplessly as Luo Shuhe reached back and locked the door with a crisp "click."

"......"

"Shuhe, what exactly are you trying to do?"

As he spoke, Gu Luo instinctively glanced around.

He realized they were in a small rectangular room, with a full-length mirror at the far end.

To the right of the mirror was a curtain, likely leading to a changing area.

This room, in a word—

Was probably designed specifically for customers’ best friends or boyfriends.

"Help me pick which one looks best later," Luo Shuhe said, blinking her large, watery eyes with an innocent expression.

"......How exactly am I supposed to do that?"

Hearing this, Luo Shuhe tilted her head slightly and smiled. "Well, of course, you’ll watch me try them on first, then pick afterward."

"No way. I’m out." The moment Gu Luo heard this, he clasped his hands in a quick salute and turned to bolt for the door.

Yet, Luo Shuhe’s slender fingers clamped around his arm like a vice, her grip deceptively strong.

Gu Luo’s lips twitched as he said irritably, "Absolutely not happening."

"Why?" Luo Shuhe feigned confusion. "Are you going back on your word?"

"Besides, it’s not like you’ve never seen a girl in a bikini before."

Her words came rapid-fire, pelting Gu Luo like a barrage of bullets.

"......"

Listening to her, Gu Luo felt his scalp prickle. He was only now realizing just how sharp-tongued and silver-tongued Luo Shuhe could be.

Even though her logic was twisted, he couldn’t find a way to refute it.

Fine, whatever. It’s just for today anyway.

Gu Luo sighed inwardly. He had already warned her that this might end badly for her—now he just had to grit his teeth and bear it.

"Just for today..."

He muttered weakly, not bothering to argue further as he slumped into a nearby armchair and distractedly scrolled through his phone.

Seeing this, Luo Shuhe finally seemed satisfied. She gathered the clothes and disappeared behind the curtain into the changing room.

"Phew..."

Gu Luo exhaled quietly, thinking to himself that reality was nothing like those novels with their so-called "rustling" sounds of clothes being removed.

Then again, maybe it was because Luo Shuhe was wearing a dress.

Before long, he heard the curtain being swept aside with a sharp "swish."

Instinctively looking up, Gu Luo felt his breath catch in his throat.

Luo Shuhe stood before him like a model straight out of a fashion magazine, poised and elegant.

"So, what do you think?" she asked playfully, striking a pose with one leg slightly bent—just like a runway model.

"....."

"Ahem..."

"It’s fine."

Gu Luo’s gaze flickered over her, torn between wanting to look and not daring to linger.

"What do you think?" Luo Shuhe pressed again.

The scene reminded Gu Luo of when she’d asked him to judge her pajamas before—he knew she wouldn’t let it go without a satisfactory answer.

"Well... it’s beautiful. It suits you, Shuhe."

He forced his voice to remain steady, offering a carefully measured response.

"Brother, are you saying I’m beautiful, or the clothes are beautiful?" Luo Shuhe pressed further.

".......Both."

Gu Luo was truly at his limit with this little devil.

Whether she was acting aloof, gentle, or mischievous, at her core, she was always a little devil.

"Good." Luo Shuhe seemed content with his answer. She nodded, then picked up another outfit.

Once they were done, Luo Shuhe promptly dragged Gu Luo to a discreet custom-tailored suit shop.

The shop owner was an elderly woman with graying hair.

From their conversation, it was clear the two knew each other.

Luo Shuhe maintained an air of graceful politeness, every gesture and word exuding an innate nobility.

The old woman, equally reserved, exchanged only a few pleasantries before taking out a measuring tape. She meticulously took Gu Luo’s measurements before quietly retreating to prepare the materials.

On their way out, Gu Luo couldn’t help but ask how much the custom suit would cost.

Luo Shuhe merely replied airily, "Around ten thousand," before falling silent.

Gu Luo couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—another instance of the little devil’s "forced affection."

Yet, more than anything, he felt touched. After all, this was the first time in his life he’d ever owned something so expensive.

............

On the city train.

Just like that morning, Gu Luo shielded Luo Shuhe in a corner with his arm.

The good news was that this train wasn’t as packed as the one earlier, so there was still some space between them.

Gu Luo held a shopping bag in one hand while bracing himself against the train wall with the other, his gaze drifting out the window.

The city lights flickered past like stars, but his mind kept replaying the earlier scene against his will.

Honestly, Luo Shuhe had the perfect model’s figure—every proportion was golden.

Her skin was as flawless as polished jade, smooth and luminous.

Luo Shuhe had been staring at Gu Luo unblinkingly the entire time. Now, she spoke up:

"Baby, let me carry the bag."

"It’s fine."

Gu Luo answered reflexively—in his mind, letting a girl carry things just wasn’t done.

"Baby’s so considerate."

"......"

Gu Luo didn’t know how to respond, so he just lowered his voice and murmured, "I’ll let it slide when we’re outside, but don’t call me that at home, got it?"

Hearing this, Luo Shuhe blinked her big eyes. "Then if I behave, will you reward me?"

"......What kind of reward?"

"One more request."

".....Are you exploiting a loophole now?"

Gu Luo’s expression twisted between amusement and exasperation as he added,

"I kept my promise. I hope you won’t push your luck."

Instead of answering, Luo Shuhe countered, "Did you have fun today, brother?"

Gu Luo paused.

Had he enjoyed himself?

Well...

Saying no would be a lie.

But saying yes didn’t feel quite right either.

All in all, even though Luo Shuhe had been taking liberties with him all day, he’d still had a pretty good time.

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