Chapter 586 Luo Shuning VS Shen Qingling - The sunlight that had been seeping through the gaps in the blackout curtains shifted a little and landed on the back of Luo Shuning's hand, which was resting on the edge of the blanket.
Although she had only slept for a little over three hours, she showed no signs of fatigue when she got up. On the contrary, her eyes were bright as if they were filled with starlight, and her skin had a healthy pinkish glow. She was full of energy, as if she had been thoroughly soaked in warm water, clean and relaxed.
Upon realizing this, Luo Shuning's cheeks flushed bright red, and even the tips of her ears felt hot.
She subconsciously pulled at the only blanket covering her bare body, revealing the faint pink marks left from last night.
The reason is obvious: in last night's cultivation game, the fairy character she controlled ascended to the immortal realm eight times, gaining hundreds of billions in wealth and purifying her entire being.
She wasn't a little girl and hadn't heard the gossip among her classmates that when girls are with their partners, they mostly "perform" to protect the other person's self-esteem, and even if they really have feelings for each other, it's only once at most.
Gu Luo's gentleness and strength completely disarmed her, even her hidden desires were properly accommodated.
The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became. Luo Shuning coughed lightly, and her waist was still a little weak when she got up, but she still walked briskly towards the washroom.
The cool tap water splashed on my face, instantly relieving the heat.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes reddened, she couldn't help but smile, even the way she squeezed toothpaste was tinged with amusement.
Originally, I planned to cook some millet porridge and fry a few soft-boiled eggs so that Gu Luo and Gu Ximan could eat when they woke up. But then I thought that the two of them had been playing games all night and were up for half the night, so they definitely wouldn't wake up until noon. It would be too much trouble for me to cook for myself, so I gave up the idea.
As she left the bathroom, she went to the two bedrooms and picked up the five bed sheets piled on the floor.
There's a gray version for Gu Luo's bedroom, and a panda version for Gu Ximan; for some reason, they all seem a bit heavy.
She tiptoed to stuff the sheets into the washing machine on the balcony, poured in lavender-scented detergent, and pressed the start button. The soft "humming" sound was especially comforting in the house in the early morning.
After doing all this, Luo Shuning returned to the bedroom.
Gu Luo and Gu Ximan were still fast asleep, squeezed together in the middle of the bed in a "fighting" posture. Gu Luo's arm was on Gu Ximan's waist, while Gu Ximan had her feet on Gu Luo's legs. The blanket had been kicked down to just a corner.
The dim light illuminated their sleeping faces. Gu Luo's brows twitched slightly, as if he was still playing games in his dream; Gu Ximan would occasionally twitch the corners of her mouth, revealing a sweet smile, even her dimples were sunken in.
Luo Shuning gently sat in the empty space between the two of them, her fingers unconsciously brushing against the folds of the sheets.
Looking at the two people in front of me who both loved and angered me, the restlessness in my heart instantly vanished, leaving only a soft tranquility.
Luo Shuning couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Gu Ximan's cheek first—it was soft and warm, with the unique warmth of a young man; then she traced Gu Luo's eyebrows and eyes, and when her fingertips brushed across his high nose, he subconsciously frowned, but did not wake up.
After an unknown amount of time, a sudden, urgent cell phone ring broke the silence of the bedroom.
Luo Shuning's heart tightened. Afraid of waking the two of them, she almost instinctively rushed to the bedside table and quickly grabbed Gu Luo's phone.
The screen was lit up, and she initially thought it was Gu Luoding's alarm clock. But upon closer inspection, the name flashing on the screen was "Shen Qingling," with the suffix "crazy girl" and the call type being a video call.
She paused slightly, her finger hovering over the screen.
Why would Shen Qingling call at this time?
Luo Shuning didn't have time to think it through. She quickly pressed the mute button, then tiptoed to her feet, not even daring to put on slippers. She walked barefoot out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Only after standing in front of the living room's floor-to-ceiling window and confirming that there was no sound coming from the bedroom did she take a deep breath and swipe the screen to answer the video call.
As soon as the video call connected, a strikingly beautiful face appeared on the screen—Shen Qingling was not wearing makeup, yet she was even more flamboyant than when she was carefully dressed up. Her peach blossom eyes were slightly upturned, her lips were a natural pink, and her skin was as white as a freshly peeled lychee, making her no less stunning than Luo Shuning in front of the camera.
She had clearly just finished running; a thin layer of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her high ponytail swayed gently with her breath, exuding a vibrant, untamed energy.
"Luo Shuning?"
Shen Qingling was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Good morning. Judging from your complexion, you had a great time last night, didn't you? Xiaoman, that girl, must have been with you too, right?"
She emphasized the word "happiness" with extra emphasis, and Luo Shuning's expression instantly turned to astonishment, her fingers gripping the phone tightening slightly—how did the other person know?
She opened her mouth, but before she could even organize her thoughts, Shen Qingling smiled and waved her phone, revealing the fingerprint lock on the apartment door on the screen: "Open the door first, and we can talk face to face. It's much more convenient than talking through a screen."
Luo Shuning then noticed the familiar metal door in the background of the video. She breathed a sigh of relief, swiped across the screen to hang up the call, and calmed herself down slightly.
When she reached the entrance, she carefully straightened Gu Luo's T-shirt to make sure the neckline wasn't too loose before pressing the door open button.
The door clicked open, and Shen Qingling stood outside with a smile, carrying a bag of three hot soy milks she had just bought.
Good morning, Shu Ning.
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