"..."
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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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!
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.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
