“Hello, I’m Luo Xiu.” Luo Xiu stood stiffly, his gaze fixed on the sky.
“Pfft—you’re really something. Is my face not as nice to look at as the stars? Why are you staring at them as soon as we meet?”
Finally realizing how rude he was being, Luo Xiu slowly lowered his eyes to her face—and his heart skipped a beat.
Holy cow, this girl is ridiculously pretty.
Unlike his first glance at her, this time, they were closer, and she was smiling just for him, so the impact was entirely different.
Luo Xiu swore he had never seen a girl this beautiful in his entire life.
Unlike Ye Qingyi’s pure, innocent charm, this girl had a bewitching allure. Though she looked young, every smile and glance carried a lethal appeal for men.
And boys were no exception.
Standing there, she was impossible for any male to ignore.
This wasn’t the kind of beauty that could be faked with coy gestures—it was an innate, bone-deep seductiveness. Luo Xiu even wondered if her supernatural ability was enchantment.
From what his father had told him, she was also a superhuman, though her exact type was unknown.
“Sorry for making you come all this way to meet me,” Luo Xiu mumbled, his eyes darting around, unable to meet hers.
The girl covered her mouth with a light laugh. “Luo Xiu, little brother, why so formal with me? Don’t you remember who I am?”
Luo Xiu shook his head blankly.
“I’m Sister Xiaomu! I even gave you baths when you were little.”
Luo Xiu’s eyes widened like saucers, his face flushing crimson in the darkness. “Sorry, I was too young to remember.”
“It’s fine. Once we’re married, we’ll have plenty of time to get reacquainted.”
“Uh… is there a rush?” Luo Xiu asked timidly. Her presence was overwhelming, making him—a grown guy—feel oddly shy.
“What, little brother Luo Xiu doesn’t want to?” Li Xiaomu’s eyes flickered with disappointment.
Maybe it was the cold wind, but Luo Xiu felt himself sober up a little. He spoke honestly: “Truth is, I just turned eighteen. I’m not really ready for marriage. But since this was arranged when we were kids, I won’t go back on it. I just hope you can give me some time to prepare.”
“No problem. We’ll just get the paperwork done first, so our parents don’t worry. As for feelings… we can work on those later.”
After a brief silence, Luo Xiu nodded in agreement—though something about it all felt off.
What he couldn’t understand was why she cared so much about this arranged marriage. They hadn’t seen each other in over a decade—last time, he’d been a toddler with no memories.
For love?
No way.
For his family’s money?
Yeah right, selling himself wouldn’t even cover a day of her father’s income.
So then… parental pressure?
Luo Xiu was the same. Raised never to defy his parents’ wishes, he’d buried his feelings for someone else, fearing this exact scenario.
“Alright, go get some rest. We’ll get the license tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Luo Xiu turned to leave but suddenly remembered: “Did you… find a place to stay yet?”
Li Xiaomu smiled awkwardly. “Not yet.”
“I’ll book you a hotel.”
“Thanks.”
…..
Behind a nearby trash can, Xia Qingqing and Huo Jinshu peeked out.
“Where are they going? Why are they leaving already?” Xia Qingqing puffed her cheeks, tugging at Huo Jinshu’s sleeve. “Did you hear what they said last?”
Huo Jinshu frowned in thought. “I think I heard… ‘hotel’?”
“Hotel?!” Xia Qingqing’s heart shattered. “They haven’t even gotten the license yet, and they’re already booking a hotel?!”
Seeing her devastated expression, Huo Jinshu quickly reassured her: “Maybe I misheard.”
Xia Qingqing shook her head. “No mistake. Look.”
Following her finger, they watched Luo Xiu and Li Xiaomu walk side by side into the luxury hotel nearest the campus.
About twenty minutes later, Luo Xiu emerged alone—flushed, his steps hurried and unsteady.
Xia Qingqing: “Wahhh…”
Huo Jinshu: “…”
…..
Single Apartment
Su Mo sat dazed on the sofa, his head heavy. Ye Qingyi handed him a cup of warm water.
“Thanks.”
“Since when are you so polite?”
“Then I take it back.”
“What kind of logic is that? You can’t just ‘take back’ words. You’re definitely drunk,” Ye Qingyi huffed.
“Uh, yeah? That’s kind of the point.”
Ye Qingyi gave up arguing and focused on her phone, replying to messages. Only when a weight settled on her shoulder and soft breathing tickled her ear did she realize Su Mo had fallen asleep.
“Hey, Su Mo?”
No response. A bold idea crept into her mind.
Might as well check how my body’s developing while I have the chance…
The thought alone made her face burn. Ugh, Ye Qingyi, what are you thinking?! I’m in a guy’s body right now! If I looked at myself with these eyes… ack, so embarrassing!
After much internal debate, she decided to go for it.
It’s not like he’ll ever know. No big deal.
Yeah. Totally fine.
She lifted Su Mo and laid him flat on the sofa.
Gazing at that delicate face so close to hers, Ye Qingyi couldn’t resist touching it. “Sigh… such a pretty face. Too bad it’s not mine anymore.”
Her eyes trailed downward.
Those curves are getting dangerous…
Mount Everest only grows half a centimeter a year, but these—
This tiny waist.
These long legs.
Ugh, my charm is just too powerful. Even in someone else’s body, I’m flawless. Hah!
Suddenly, an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, yanking her down onto the sofa—right on top of him.
Su Mo let out a soft moan from the pressure.
The sound was… unfairly cute.
Ye Qingyi wanted to scream. What kind of messed-up situation is this?! Am I taking advantage of myself now?!
She struggled to get up, but Su Mo’s grip was ironclad. Forcing her way out might wake him.
No way can he find out we were this close. It’s too humiliating!
Slowly, she tried to shift away, minimizing contact as she carefully pried his hands off her waist.
Just as she was about to succeed, Su Mo exhaled deeply and pulled her even closer, undoing all her progress.
She tried wriggling free again, but all it did was make their bodies rub together more—which only made things worse.
And then… something down there decided to act up on its own.
What the—?! What is happening right now?!
The more nervous she got, the more… noticeable it became.
Su Mo, as if sensing something, suddenly snapped his eyes open—locking gazes with Ye Qingyi, who was barely an inch away.
“Ah—!” Ye Qingyi’s brain short-circuited, forgetting entirely that she was still lying on top of him.
“WHAT THE HECK IS POKING ME?!” Su Mo’s voice was a strangled yell.