When Fang Xuan woke up again...
He opened his eyes dizzily.
Above him was a dim lamp, its shade covered in a layer of dust.
Beneath him was a hard single bed. The pillow was slightly yellowed, and the quilt smelled of laundry detergent mixed with that familiar scent of Senior Sister.
He stared at the ceiling, feeling quite dazed.
What had happened?
How did he just faint? Was this body really that weak?
Then again, this was a female-dominant world...
Fang Xuan slowly sat up. The quilt slid down, revealing his waist.
Who on earth had invented this tight white short-sleeve shirt? It was so tight around his waist that it felt uncomfortable.
A white fabric tie was still wrapped around his wrist—the only thing he had brought over from the other side.
Hearing movement, Ning Xian ran in wearing her slippers. She was still clutching a spatula, and her apron was stained with oil.
Then... she saw Fang Xuan sitting up, seemingly about to take off his shirt.
The stretch of waist revealed was very narrow, and his skin was incredibly white.
Ning Xian swallowed hard. Then, her face turned bright red in an instant, the flush spreading from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.
She quickly turned her head away.
“I... I didn't do it on purpose!” she stammered, not knowing where to put the spatula. “I didn't see anything!”
Fang Xuan simply touched the bandage on his head. He felt a bulging wad of gauze; it hurt a bit, but it didn't seem serious.
He felt quite helpless as well.
Ning Xian kept her eyes squeezed shut, not daring to look back. “Xuan, is your head okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? I'll go with you...”
“Mhm, it's nothing much,” Fang Xuan replied casually. His hand brushed against something near the pillow.
He picked it up and took a look.
It was a pair of black underwear.
Ning Xian couldn't help but steal a glance back—just one more look and her life would be complete.
Then... she saw what Fang Xuan was holding.
It was the underwear she had tossed aside and couldn't find.
At that moment, she just wanted to drop dead.
Ugh... Xuan would definitely think she was a total slob now.
They said cute boys loved cleanliness the most. Was her relationship with Xuan already over?
Sob sob...
“Let me explain...” Ning Xian’s voice sounded like she was about to cry.
Fang Xuan suddenly remembered that this was a female-dominant world.
In this world, women were the active ones; men were the ones to be pursued, protected, and 'married' into the family.
That was why Senior Sister had blushed so hard just from seeing his waist, and why she wanted to die after seeing him hold her underwear.
He looked at the underwear and simply said, “It smells quite nice...”
This time, Ning Xian was completely stunned.
How could such a cute and innocent boy like Xuan say something so perverted?!
But... but she liked it so much.
No... this wasn't right.
She rushed over in a panic, snatched the underwear from Fang Xuan’s hand, balled it up, and stuffed it into her pajama pocket before turning to flee.
After a couple of steps, she bolted back.
“Xuan, are... are you hungry?” She stood at the door, not daring to enter. “I'll... make some noodles for you to eat...”
“No, wait, I didn't mean it like that...” she hurriedly corrected herself.
It was over. Xuan would definitely think she was a pervert.
She had completely messed up the entire day...
From knocking him out with the door, to him seeing her unwashed underwear, to saying something as suggestive as 'make some noodles for you'...
...
Fang Xuan sat on the bed, watching her look as if she wanted to pass away on the spot, and finally couldn't help but press a hand to his forehead.
He hadn't even said much yet. He had fainted before even getting through the door, and then when he woke up and wanted to talk, he was interrupted by the underwear.
He wanted to talk about serious business, but he was interrupted by her 'making noodles.'
Now, it was finally his turn to speak.
Ahem. Time to execute the first step of the plan—even though the plan only had one step.
He looked at Ning Xian, who was hiding her face behind the doorframe, showing only one bright red ear.
“Senior Sister, let's do it.”
Ning Xian’s brain went 'buzz.'
Then, she felt a surge of heat in her nose, and a warm liquid began to flow down.
She reached up to touch it... it was a nosebleed.
Then her legs went weak, her vision went black, and with a 'thud,' she fell straight to the floor.
Fang Xuan: “...???”
Sitting on the bed, he stared at the unconscious Ning Xian on the floor and remained silent for a long time.
He got out of bed, scooped Ning Xian up, and put her back on the bed.
Ning Xian’s nose was still bleeding, getting it all over his short-sleeve shirt. It gave him a good excuse to take off that body-hugging shirt anyway.
Fang Xuan sighed again, went to the bathroom to find a towel, and wiped her face.
He remembered now.
The Senior Sister who transmigrated to this world was defined as someone who worried about rent, worked late into the night, and secretly rewarded herself in the dark... a pure little virgin who would blush for ages over a single wrong word and be happy all day just from him saying 'mhm'...
And every day, she dreamed of marrying him.
Mhm... this was actually quite interesting.
...
By the time Ning Xian woke up again, it was already dark.
She found herself lying in bed, covered by a quilt, with two wads of tissue stuffed in her nose.
The sound of sizzling stir-fry came from the kitchen.
She scrambled up and walked to the kitchen door.
Fang Xuan was standing at the stove, wearing her apron. With a spatula in one hand and the wok in the other, his movements were smooth and practiced.
Two dishes were already set on the counter.
One was green pepper shredded pork, and the other was tomato and egg stir-fry.
Ning Xian stared at him with wide eyes.
The way Xuan looked while cooking... was so beautiful.
He was both handsome and domestic.
She really wanted to marry him and take him home.
Fang Xuan felt her gaze and looked back.
“You're awake?”
Ning Xian nodded, not daring to speak, afraid she would say something embarrassing the moment she opened her mouth.
Fang Xuan plated the food and brought it to the table.
“Time to eat.”
Ning Xian sat down obediently, picked up her bowl, and cautiously took a bite of the meat.
It was so delicious...
And Xuan had made it himself. She felt so happy, sob sob...
She kept her head down, eating bite after bite, burying her face in the bowl so he wouldn't see her current expression.
She must look so silly right now.
Fang Xuan sat opposite her, watching her eat.
The way Senior Sister ate was also quite cute.
So, he decided to wait until she finished eating before talking about... serious business. Specifically, the plan to 'do it.'
It wasn't until Ning Xian had finished most of her bowl that she finally calmed down a bit. She looked up at Fang Xuan.
“Xuan,” she began, her voice still trembling slightly.
“Mhm?”
“You said... they were forcing you. What happened?” She nibbled on her chopsticks, her eyes darting around.
“Don't listen to those women. They're all lying to you, trying to trick you into drinking, and then... and then...”
She couldn't bring herself to say the rest.
She knew she had no right to meddle in Fang Xuan’s business.
She was just the 'evil' sister next door who was always harboring improper thoughts about him. She wasn't his girlfriend, his fiancée, or anything at all.
What right did she have to control him?
But... she just couldn't help it.
The thought of Xuan being surrounded by those women, being forced to drink, and being taken to a hotel made her want to cry from distress.
But for now, all she could do was pathetically lick her bowl clean...
It was so good; Xuan had made it just for her.
No other woman could have this, sob sob...
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