"..."
Gu Luo felt as if he'd been struck by a critical hit.
"Thump."
"Thump."
"Thump."
His heart was racing uncontrollably.
The little angel’s move had dealt him 99,999+ points of real damage.
He stood no chance—absolutely no chance against her.
Gu Luo could feel his face burning. After a long pause, he spoke with utmost sincerity, "Shu Ning... let’s come back here in two months."
"By then, I want to give you a gift and tell you something I’ve always wanted to say."
"Would that be okay?"
Hearing this, Luo Shuning’s cheeks gradually flushed pink.
She nervously tucked her bare feet back into her shoes, smoothed her wind-tousled hair, then sat up straight and nodded firmly.
"I’d love to."
She knew what this meant.
These two months would be their time to solidify their bond.
Her task was to finish composing "Looking Forward to a Future with You" within this period—and to prevent Shu He from making a surprise overtake.
Gu Luo was overjoyed by her answer.
He had asked, "Would that be okay?"
But the little angel had replied, "I’d love to."
At this moment, they were practically a couple—just one step shy of making it official.
Gu Luo would spend these two months preparing the gift and seeking approval from his father (the doting "lick-dragon"), Aunt Luo, and Man Man.
Well, mostly Aunt Luo and little Ximan.
Given their unique family circumstances, they couldn’t recklessly rush into things.
They had to consider everything carefully.
Two months should be enough.
Though, if Ximan found out, she’d probably cry her eyes out...
But there was no helping it.
He’d just have to comfort her properly later.
"Big brother, are you worried Mom won’t agree?" Luo Shuning suddenly asked, as if reading his thoughts.
She was laying all her cards on the table.
After saying "I’d love to," there was no point in beating around the bush.
"A little," Gu Luo admitted with a soft smile. "But don’t worry, Shu Ning. I’ll convince her."
"I believe in you." Luo Shuning stretched lazily, her tone light and airy.
"If she really refuses, I’ll just run away with you."
She blinked her dewy, wide eyes.
"I’ve secretly saved up quite a bit—enough for us to live on forever."
Gu Luo couldn’t help but laugh. "Don’t worry, it won’t come to that."
Warmth flooded his heart.
He knew the little angel was trying to ease his worries.
Also—damn, this little sugar mama was terrifying!
How dare she rob him of his right to struggle and strive?
Gu Luo mentally indulged in some shameless gloating, only to hear Luo Shuning shyly add:
"Let me give you a massage."
"We agreed, remember? After the school festival, I’d massage you..."
"...Is that okay?" Gu Luo swallowed hard, having completely forgotten this promise.
"Mm-hmm. Just sit still."
Luo Shuning moved behind him, gently pressing her fingers into his shoulders.
"How’s the pressure?"
"Perfect."
Gu Luo closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.
Heavenly.
After a while, Luo Shuning whispered, almost inaudibly:
"Your... stomach must be uncomfortable too, right?"
Gu Luo instantly understood.
He nodded awkwardly. "Y-yeah, a little..."
Then he felt a small hand slip around from behind, resting lightly on his abs.
His pulse skyrocketed. He held his breath and flexed, subtly tightening his stomach—
A classic guy move.
The contact lasted barely five seconds before her hand retreated.
"I... I’m done massaging..."
"O-oh... okay..."
Silence settled between them, the air thick with a rosy, ambiguous atmosphere.
After a long pause, Gu Luo suddenly pulled a packaged dessert from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Shu Ning, have a snow-skin mooncake. Matcha flavor."
Luo Shuning blinked, accepting it in surprise. "Did you... bring this just for me?"
"Yeah, saved it for you. A friend at club activities today—"
By the time he finished explaining, Luo Shuning felt like she was floating, her smile unstoppable.
This wasn’t just any snow-skin mooncake.
It was proof that Gu Luo always kept her in his thoughts.
Her heart melted into sweetness.
"Thank you."
She unwrapped it and took a delicate bite.
The earthy matcha bloomed on her tongue.
Then, she held out the half-eaten treat to Gu Luo.
"Have some too."
"Ah—"
Gu Luo stared at the glistening bite mark before obediently eating the rest.
"Does it taste sweeter than usual?"
He knew exactly what she meant. Grinning, he nodded. "Way sweeter."
Internally, he was ecstatic.
Flirting with the little angel? Absolute bliss.
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Meanwhile, in a bedroom...
"Sister Ling’s snow-skin mooncakes are so sweet..." Gu Ximan mumbled through a mouthful, editing photos of herself and Lu Xuexue.
Her smooth, shapely legs kicked absently against the bed.
Though every shot of them could pass as premium influencer material, she insisted on perfecting them further.
After all, these were for a certain someone’s eyes.
No room for error.
"Hmph. You’re lucky, you dumb brother." She pouted. "Prepare to witness goddess-tier beauty."
"Behold these angelic-yet-devilish curves!"
"And you’d better write me a thousand-word review afterward."
"Or I’ll stomp you to death! Stomp! Stomp!"
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
