Chapter 588 The sun, which was on Allied Day just a second ago, was as pale as if veiled, shining through the gaps in the curtains onto the edge of the bed, even the warm light had a touch of chill.
The sun was weak; even at noon, it was no different from the morning.
Gu Luo was awakened by an itch on his neck. He rubbed his heavy face slightly, his fingers still warm from just waking up, and subconsciously reached out to his side—empty.
Oh, by the way, Shu Ning got up early.
But when I opened my eyes, I was stunned.
Luo Shuning and Shen Qingling were sitting at the foot of the bed in the most elegant and ladylike manners, with an ebony Go board in the middle, the black and white Go pieces arranged in a neat and orderly fashion.
Luo Shuning was still wearing Gu Luo's T-shirt, holding a white chess piece between her fingers, which was suspended in mid-air. Her eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes, and she looked as focused as if she were sculpting a work of art.
Shen Qingling was dressed in a Mingde school uniform, her elbows resting on her knees, her fingers holding the black chess piece with distinct knuckles, her peach blossom eyes fixed on the chessboard.
They were clearly fighting fiercely.
Seeing this, Gu Luo swallowed hard, his brain racing – he had been so engrossed in playing games all night that he had completely forgotten about Shen Qingling, this “new member”.
Xiaoman hadn't had a chance to tell Shu Ning about Shen Qingling yet, but judging from the situation, the two women not only didn't argue, but they even started playing chess.
As he was pondering whether a hidden battleground had erupted during that time, Luo Shuning's soft voice drifted over.
"Xiao Bao, you're awake."
She finally looked up, her tone as gentle as melting water, but her face was expressionless. Her gaze swept over him before immediately returning to the chessboard: "How are you? You stayed up all night without having breakfast. Are you hungry now?"
This obvious "outward harmony but inner discord" made Gu Luo feel uneasy. He quickly sat up, the blanket slipping down to his waist, revealing his well-defined muscles.
When she got close to Luo Shuning, she even forced a flattering smile and reached out to massage her shoulders. The pressure was just right, not too light and not too heavy: "I'm not hungry, I just want to massage Da Bao's shoulders to relieve her fatigue. You worked hard last night."
He was in the wrong for accepting Shen Qingling without giving her a heads-up.
The moment his fingertips touched the soft flesh of Luo Shuning's shoulder, he saw the corners of her lips curve into an almost imperceptible smile. She turned to look at Shen Qingling opposite her, her tone tinged with apology:
"Sister, I'm so sorry."
The subtext of these words couldn't be clearer—look, as long as I'm here, the first thing Gu Luo does when he wakes up is to try to please me, he doesn't even bother to look at you, the "newcomer".
Shen Qingling was incredibly intelligent and instantly sensed the provocation. She slammed down her black chess piece, the piece making a crisp sound as it hit the board. She stared at Gu Luo expressionlessly, her eyes seeming to say—Now, right now, come here and pinch me.
Gu Luo's lips twitched violently. The familiar sense of oppression, the familiar dilemma. The battlefield of life and death may be late, but it never fails to arrive.
If he were to move directly to Shen Qingling's side, it would be a slap in the face to Luo Shuning; but if he didn't go, Shen Qingling would be treated differently today, having only just entered the house yesterday, which would inevitably make her feel disheartened.
Just as he was anxiously trying to think of a way to break the deadlock, Luo Shuning suddenly patted his hand and smiled even more: "Xiao Bao, don't just look after me, go and massage your sister's shoulders too, so she doesn't feel like her older sister is bullying her."
With a single sentence, she not only extricated him from his predicament but also subtly demonstrated the dignified demeanor of the empress.
Shen Qingling's face instantly turned cold. Watching Gu Luo slowly move over, she said indifferently, "No need for a massage, I need a cushion."
She moved to the side and pointed to the spot where she had just sat, where a faint warmth still lingered: "You sit here, I'll sit on you."
She wouldn't let Luo Shuning lead her by the nose—you want him to massage me, I'll sit even closer to him to assert my dominance.
Gu Luo dared not provoke the two who were currently vying for her affections, so he obediently sat down. As soon as his bottom touched the sheets, he felt the lingering warmth left by Shen Qingling, and a faint citrus scent lingered around his nose.
The next second, Shen Qingling lifted her skirt and sat down, even adjusting her posture to comfortably lean into his arms. She then turned her head and raised her chin at Luo Shuning, her eyes full of provocation.
But before that provocative expression could last three seconds, Shen Qingling's face turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.
My body stiffened, and I dared not move.
Gu Luo was so embarrassed that his scalp tingled, and he lamented inwardly—this was truly an unavoidable situation so early in the morning!
He even held his breath, afraid that any movement would make things even more awkward.
Seeing this, Luo Shuning finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, clutching her stomach and laughing so hard she almost cried.
What is this called?
This is called "lifting a stone to drop it on one's own foot".
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