"Sorry, brother, you just look too good in photos. I couldn't help taking a few extra shots."
Luo Shuning curved her lips into a bright smile as she put away her phone and settled back beside Gu Luo.
The sweet aura around her seemed to warm the very air.
The little angel in her heart was overjoyed.
Since Shu He had made her move, she wouldn’t back down either.
After everything they’d been through, she would never willingly give her brother up to anyone—not even her own sister.
When it came to matters of the heart, there was no room for compromise.
The best outcome would be for Shu He to retreat on her own.
But knowing her sister’s stubborn nature, that wasn’t likely.
So, a head-on, fair competition it would be.
"It’s all thanks to your photography skills. Oh, send me that group photo later." The faint fragrance drifting from Luo Shuning left Gu Luo feeling utterly at ease.
"Of course."
The night at East Lake was serene and beautiful.
Moonlight spilled like liquid silver over the water’s surface, each ripple a kiss left by the glowing beams.
Gu Luo and Luo Shuning sat on the lakeside steps, letting the gentle breeze caress them.
They basked in the peaceful moment, savoring the quiet intimacy between them.
Luo Shuning tilted her head slightly, her gaze softening as it landed on Gu Luo—so tender it could melt him. She suggested softly,
"Brother, let’s dip our feet in the lake. It’ll feel amazing~"
Her voice, clear and melodious like a mountain spring, carried a hint of playful pleading that was impossible to refuse.
"Sure." Gu Luo nodded without hesitation, captivated by her expectant eyes.
They slowly took off their shoes and lowered their feet into the water.
Notably, Luo Shuning was wearing sneakers, so she had to remove her socks first.
The cool lake water wrapped around their feet, sending a wave of refreshing comfort through them.
Gu Luo’s gaze inadvertently drifted to Luo Shuning’s petite feet—the porcelain-white skin, the delicate pink toes, all glowing enchantingly under the moonlight and streetlamps.
His heartbeat quickened slightly, an indescribable emotion quietly blooming in his chest.
Oops, forgot to turn off auto-aim.
Luo Shuning seemed to sense his gaze, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. But instead of shyly pulling away, she leaned into the moment even more.
She playfully kicked at the water, sending tiny splashes dancing into the air.
Watching her lively, carefree joy, Gu Luo felt as if his soul had been cleansed.
His eyes kept drifting back to her feet and legs, mesmerized by the picturesque beauty before him.
As a self-proclaimed leg and foot enthusiast, this was pure bliss.
They played like this for a while, laughter filling the air.
Then, as if struck by inspiration, Luo Shuning suddenly suggested, "Let’s play rock-paper-scissors! The loser has to put the winner’s shoes on!"
"Deal." Gu Luo agreed instantly.
After all, no matter the outcome, it was a win-win for him.
Of course, he’d still go easy on his little sister.
While having the angelic Shuning put his shoes on would be nice, the idea of doing it for her was far more appealing.
No further explanation needed—those who know, know.
With that in mind, Gu Luo confidently threw out "paper."
Luo Shuning’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Surrendering already? That eager to help me with my shoes?"
She blinked mischievously.
Gu Luo simply chuckled, his silent reply clear—what kind of brother wouldn’t let his sister win?
"Then let’s begin."
"Rock—paper—scissors!"
Luo Shuning announced with dramatic flair before revealing her choice: "rock."
Clearly, she was trying to lose on purpose.
But Gu Luo was quicker. The moment he saw her commit to "rock," he swiftly switched his hand to "scissors."
Game over—rock crushed scissors.
"Brother, you’re so sneaky!" Luo Shuning’s eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter, her face alight with amusement.
Waving his "scissors," Gu Luo teased, "Why’d you suddenly go for rock? Good thing I reacted fast."
"Because I wanted to put your shoes on for once. You’re always taking care of us—I want to take care of you too." Her voice was soft, brimming with sincerity.
Gu Luo felt as if Cupid’s arrow had struck him straight in the heart.
He adored this little angel beyond words.
Too sweet.
At that moment, he considered himself the luckiest man alive, cherished by someone so gentle, kind, and thoughtful.
"But since you lost, brother, I’ll have to wait till next time~~~"
Luo Shuning lifted her snow-white feet from the water, shifting up two steps before casually shaking them dry. Then, with practiced ease, she rested them on Gu Luo’s lap.
The motion was natural, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
But the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.
Gu Luo stared at the flawless feet now resting on his legs, a fierce protectiveness surging within him.
Pulling a tissue from his pocket, he gently dabbed them dry.
Then, picking up her white ankle socks, he carefully slid them onto her feet.
Foot enthusiasts would lose their minds.
Under the moonlit East Lake sky, the breeze wrapped around them, painting a scene of pure romance.
"Do you like my feet?"
Luo Shuning wiggled her sock-clad toes playfully.
"Ahem..." Gu Luo cleared his throat, nodding sheepishly. "They’re beautiful."
"You’re not as shy as before. The old you would’ve just muttered ‘they’re nice’ and left it at that." She propped her chin in her hand, studying his profile intently.
"People grow."
Gu Luo smiled. These days, he was far more comfortable around his little angel.
After all, they spent hours together daily in the kitchen, their bond deepening amid the warmth of home-cooked meals.
Not to mention the school festival incident.
"You’ve become more mature, more handsome." Luo Shuning reached out, pinching his cheek lightly. "I want to do so much more for you."
Gu Luo’s heart swelled. He puffed his cheeks slightly. "There’s plenty of time ahead of us."
Pausing, he turned to her and murmured, "I look forward to our future together."
Time to tease the angel back.
Can’t always be the one getting flustered.
A man’s gotta retaliate.
"Me too." Luo Shuning smiled.
Seeing his chance, Gu Luo grinned. "Shuning, I was actually talking about the title of your new composition."
"Brother, I was talking about my feelings."
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”

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!