It seemed that Su Muwan had figured something out, and Qin Luo experienced another surge in loyalty points.
Qin Luo sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky.
The air was fresh, and the sky was a clear blue.
"How peaceful..."
Qin Luo murmured to himself.
Su Muwan and the others were showering inside, and Su Muwan had asked him to guard the gate outside, using the excuse of avoiding impropriety.
During this idle time, he had cleaned up both the inside and outside of the courtyard.
After their trip to the royal city, the weeds around the Su family villa had grown quite a bit.
Speaking of which...
Qin Luo calculated the time and realized that it had been almost three months since he had transmigrated into this world.
Huh?
Three months...
Qin Luo felt as if half a year had passed.
Perhaps it was because the frequency of encounters with the "Chosen Ones" was too high, making him feel like he had personally lived through one face-slapping novel after another.
It seemed like another new plot was about to unfold.
This made Qin Luo sigh once again—the constitution of a major villain was truly different. Wherever he went, a "Chosen One" plot would inevitably be triggered.
At that moment.
Tap, tap, tap!!
Su Bailian's hurried footsteps echoed from inside the house, followed by her panicked voice: "Oh no, oh no! I forgot to feed Boqi!!!"
"Hey, White Lotus! Who said you could run around the house with wet hair?"
"Wahhh! Su Muwan, let me go! Boqi is going to starve to death!"
"You're being way too dramatic. That chubby dog will be fine skipping a couple of meals."
"What?! How dare you call Boqi a chubby dog?"
"......"
Qin Luo glanced over.
He saw Su Muwan dragging Su Bailian into the bathroom, turning on the hairdryer and blowing it at her haphazardly.
Su Bailian couldn't resist and could only sit there, enduring it reluctantly.
"Su Muwan, your technique is terrible. It hasn't improved since we were kids."
"Be grateful I'm even doing this for you. Stop complaining."
After a while.
Both of them fell silent.
Su Bailian sat quietly in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection and then at Su Muwan standing behind her.
For a moment.
Her thoughts drifted back to the past.
Back when their relationship wasn't so strained.
When she had first arrived at the Su family, feeling scared and uneasy, Su Muwan had taken the initiative to guide and comfort her.
["My name is Su Muwan. From now on, I'll be the one looking out for you!"]
["Thank you, Sister Su!"]
But later...
["Bailian? You actually like harem anime??"]
["Sister Su, I think having a harem is every human's dream, even if I'm a girl!"]
["Nonsense! Pure love is what normal people aspire to! Anyway, you're not allowed to watch harem anime anymore!"]
["No! I refuse! I can't stand seeing all these amazing potential partners go to waste. I want them all!"]
["What?! Fine! In that case, we're done being friends!!"]
["Done... being friends... Wahhh!! Su Muwan, I'll never forgive you!! Never!! I'll make you regret this! I swear I will!!"]
Back to the present.
Su Bailian felt that the reason for their childhood fallout was utterly ridiculous now.
"Sister Su..."
Su Bailian looked at Su Muwan in the mirror, who was still drying her hair, and softly said, "Do you remember why we stopped being friends when we were kids?"
Su Muwan's hand paused for a moment, then she smiled wryly. "Of course I remember. We were too young back then, and our thoughts weren't mature. But it's different now. We've both grown up."
As she spoke, Su Muwan seemed to be reminiscing about those peaceful days she had shared with Su Bailian.
Hearing this, Su Bailian clenched her hands slightly. "Is that so... I guess you're right."
"After all..."
Both of them smiled confidently and said simultaneously:
"Harems are the best."
"Pure love is the best."
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Qin Luo witnessed an intense argument.
It ended with Su Bailian storming off in tears.
Yan Qiuyue stepped outside to get some fresh air. She stretched lazily and then waved to Su Muwan. "Hubby~ I'm heading out~"
"Next time, bring Alicia over, okay?"
With that.
Su Muwan, who was brushing her teeth, responded in a muffled voice, "Huh? You're leaving already?"
"Hehe! I think everything's fine now!"
Yan Qiuyue then walked over to Qin Luo, who was still sitting on the stone bench.
She bent down slightly, hands behind her back, and looked into Qin Luo's eyes.
Qin Luo looked up at Su Muwan's best friend. "What is it, Miss Yan?"
"Hmph!"
Yan Qiuyue nodded with a smile. "Qin Luo, you're in for a tough time. Su Muwan is quite the spoiled young lady, you know."
"Anyway, you'd better take good care of her."
"That's all!"
With that, Yan Qiuyue turned and left.
Qin Luo watched her retreating figure, tilting his head in confusion. What was this person, who had just called off an engagement, talking about?
A while later.
Su Muwan strolled out, her hands behind her back. She walked over and sat down next to Qin Luo, feigning ignorance as she asked, "Qiuyue left?"
Although her best friend had come to help her out.
Still, spending some alone time with Qin Luo felt much more meaningful.
Qin Luo nodded with a smile. "She told me to protect you before she left."
"Protect me?"
Su Muwan was taken aback, then crossed her arms and snorted lightly. "Qin Luo, I am the strongest in the world, you know."
"If anything, I should be the one protecting you!"
Hearing this.
Qin Luo nodded in agreement. "It's true that you're recognized as the strongest in martial arts, but..."
As he spoke, he reached out and gently wiped away a bit of foam at the corner of Su Muwan's mouth. He smiled. "There are still some areas where you'll need me."
The moment he finished speaking.
Buzz!
Su Muwan's face instantly turned red as she felt the warmth of Qin Luo's fingertips.
She instinctively leaned back but, not wanting to appear too flustered, she coughed lightly and pretended to be unfazed.
She glared at Qin Luo, who was still smiling. "Hmph, you're quite bold for a mere Qin Luo."
"Well then, I'll be looking forward to your performance from now on."
Qin Luo, amused by her adorable reaction, teased, "Of course, whatever you say, Miss Su."
"Who am I, a mere Qin Luo, to argue?"
Su Muwan was pleased.
"By the way."
"I have a question for you."
Su Muwan looked at Qin Luo and asked something she had been curious about for a while. "Tell me... do you prefer harem anime or pure love anime?"
Without hesitation.
"That's quite a rude question, Miss Su..."
Qin Luo chuckled and shook his head, then his expression gradually turned serious.
"After all."
"I am... a pure love enthusiast."
Whoosh!
As he spoke.
A gentle breeze swept through, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the two of them.
The breeze playfully tousled Su Muwan's hair, and the scattered light danced across her face.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and everything in Su Muwan's vision became brighter.
An indescribable joy welled up in her heart, and her lips curled into a smile as her cheeks flushed slightly.
She gazed into Qin Luo's earnest eyes, and her heart quietly stirred.
Unable to hold back, she whispered:
"What a coincidence..."
"Me too."
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