A silver Ferrari slid into Jinxiu Garden Villas and idled before a garage. A woman in white stepped out; a breeze lifted her hem like a brushstroke, framing a picture. From the passenger side climbed a girl in rough cotton; her glossy hair and city‑toppling face made your fingers itch to reach out.

“Here we are. This is my place,” Ye Yiyi said, light as wind through bamboo. “I live alone. Sometimes Muyan keeps me company; she’s right across.”

She pointed at the luxe villa opposite, then laced her fingers with Tang Coco’s and led her in, warmth slipping through like silk.

She opened the door; a clean, bright living room spread out like a clear lake. A huge TV faced soft sofas; plush dolls lounged there like sleepy cats. Paintings hung on the walls like extra windows, and potted greens perched on shelves like little forests—classic girl vibes.

“Upstairs there are four bedrooms,” she said, voice warm as tea. “The far one’s mine; the next is Muyan’s. The other two, take your pick.”

“Mm. Okay. Thanks.” Her voice came out small, like a sparrow in the rafters.

“Aiya, I told you—we’re sisters now. Don’t be so formal.” Ye Yiyi pretended to be cross, cheeks puffing like a drum. Tang Coco couldn’t help a small laugh, a bell hidden in fog; Ye Yiyi caught it.

“Wow, Coco, your smile’s sweet,” she said, eyes crinkling like crescent moons. “You should smile more.”

“…”

Tang Coco choked up, heat crawling like fireflies. A stunning girl calling her smile sweet, yet inside she was a real guy.

“Come on, I’ll show you the rooms, and we’ll swap you into something new~”

Ye Yiyi didn’t mind Coco’s awkwardness; she took it for shyness. She tugged Coco upstairs, her hand warm as sunlight.

On the second floor, with Ye Yiyi guiding, Tang Coco picked the innermost room. That extra window felt like a hidden door; she had a hunch it’d be useful.

“All right, I’ll grab you a set of bedding.”

“Mm, tha—” Coco started to thank her, then froze; Ye Yiyi was staring, eyes bright as stars. The word died on her lips.

Ye Yiyi stepped into another room for the bedding. With nothing to do, Tang Coco drifted to the floor‑to‑ceiling window and looked out at the villas. This life breathed easy, like a slow river—what a pity… The thought stung; she shook her head, clouds crossing her mind.

Soon Ye Yiyi came back, arms full of quilts. Tang Coco pulled her gaze in and watched the girl fuss over the room, movements careful as folding paper cranes.

“Coco, how old are you?” Ye Yiyi asked, kneeling on the bed to smooth the covers.

“This year… twenty.” Tang Coco weighed the body she wore, then gave the age that fit.

“Oh? Then you have to call me sis.” The word landed playful, like a pebble in a pond.

“...”

“Hehe, I’ll stop teasing,” she said, half exasperated, half amused. “You’re so cute—why won’t you smile?”

Together they tidied the room, dust floating like tiny snow. “Phew~ Finally done,” Ye Yiyi said, stretching like a cat. “But it’s too bare. It’s late today; tomorrow we’ll buy whatever you like.”

“No need. This is fine.” Gratitude swelled like warm rain; they’d known each other for less than a day, and she felt seen.

Sensing Coco’s pushback, Ye Yiyi stepped close and took both her hands. “Coco, we’re family now. Don’t be polite, okay? Treat this as your home.”

The words struck like spring sun. A whole week since the change, Tang Coco had sat alone in that tower of residents, swallowing everything in silence. If she were Tang Ke, such bumps were nothing—but she’d learned it wasn’t only her face that shifted. Her heart had softened, tender like new leaves; even when she told herself it was fine, a bruise of grievance kept rising.

Her dam broke. She fell into Ye Yiyi’s arms and cried, the sound like rain on a courtyard roof.

Ye Yiyi blinked, then steadied her. She sat on the bed, letting Coco spill it all. One hand stroked the girl’s hair, slow as combing silk.

After a while, the girl in her arms grew quiet, breath like ripples after wind.

“Better?” Ye Yiyi asked, voice gentle as dusk.

“Mm…” Tang Coco eased away, face flushed like peach skin.

Too shameful. I lost it. The thought bit, a thorn under her ribs.

“Pfft~” Ye Yiyi looked at the bowed, red‑faced girl and couldn’t help laughing, a silver bell.

That laugh reddened Coco even more, heat blooming like hibiscus. “Ahem… um… nothing happened just now.”

Ye Yiyi’s eyes danced. “Oh? Then why’s the front of my shirt wet? So strange~”

Coco bristled, ready to “teach” this girl a playful lesson, when—ding‑dong! The doorbell chimed like a bird.

“That should be Muyan,” Ye Yiyi said, rising in a rustle. “Go open the door. I’ll change.”

She ran into her room, a quick white flicker.

“…………”

“Sigh…” Tang Coco let out a breath, a tired cloud, and went to open the door for Li Muyan.