"..."
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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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
