We’ve got money, we’ve got money, we’ve got money—like firecrackers cracking under a new-year moon!

After seeing off Principal Wang and the class monitor, Yue Liuyi bounced through the room like a spring sparrow over fresh dew.

It was her first time holding so much cash; the reward wasn’t huge, but it was more than enough to mend Moon Post Bookstore, like retiling a roof after soft rain.

Compared to Yue’s sunshine, Dixue sat on the sofa with a storm cloud face, sulking like thunder trapped behind silk curtains.

Quit hopping! Turn back into a girl, now—like a willow returning to its spring shape!

Yue was mid-bounce when her view went dark; LittleSnow’s throw cut across like a curtain of night.

Eh?

She pulled the cloth off her head; it was a little dress for a maiden, soft as petals on a pond.

Silky, ornate, smooth under her fingers like river jade—warm and tender as early spring wind.

Hurry up and turn back into a girl, then put on the dress. You’re a World Tree Maiden; staying a boy all day is like a plum tree wearing pine bark!

Eh? But… I was born a boy—mmph!

Before she could finish, more clothes poured over her like a snowdrift from the eaves.

LittleSnow must’ve raided every corner; undershirt, socks, coat, even panties—like colorful kites tumbling from a sky.

A mountain of girlish things piled on Yue’s head, fluttering like a flock of butterflies.

Wah… I can’t breathe—like a fish under ice! I’ll wear them, I’ll wear them!

In the end, she couldn’t beat LittleSnow’s stubborn breeze; Yue Liuyi “was forced” to turn back into a girl, bending like a willow before wind.

Ah… Girls’ clothes are so hard to wear, like vines and ribbons tangling a traveler—not convenient at all.

She slipped into a fitted blue dress and sat on the sofa, quiet as a lake under evening light.

Flowered headband in her pale-blue hair like blossoms on frost; white pleated hem draped down like snowfall; black loli stockings gilt with gold filigree, delicate as a lacquer fan.

Hehe… That’s my Little Yue—so cute, like a peach blossom after rain.

Seeing Yue back in her maiden shape, Dixue’s temper thawed like ice turning to spring water, and she settled beside her.

Yue shook her head and smiled at LittleSnow, warmth first like tea steam, then words: Mm… Satisfied now, my dear wife?

Satisfied… Eh!? Little Yue! What are you even saying—like a bell startling the birds!

If not for her injured leg, Dixue would’ve sprung up like a startled deer, bandages keeping her to the moss.

Didn’t LittleSnow say she’d be my wife? Since I’m LittleSnow’s husband, I should honor her wish—like a promise carved in bamboo.

She stole the silver-haired girl’s surprised beat and reached out, patting LittleSnow’s head like smoothing a kitten’s fur.

That was just a disguise! Being Little Yue’s wife needs a wedding—eh? Wait! Weren’t you making me the husband? How did it flip like a carp?

But in front of Chairman Wang and the old class monitor, you admitted your identity—like sealing it with incense.

That was to raise Yue’s price! Mainly to boost Dongfang Chen’s importance! It wasn’t real—just “wife” as a painted fan, not a contract.

Dixue’s cheeks bloomed pink as peach petals; she lowered her head, green eyes peeking up like jade pools under reeds.

Importance?

Mm… I said I’m a princess from a foreign land, saved by Dongfang Chen mid-adventure, then I pledged myself like a lamp to his doorway. That way, even if accidents come, Dongfang Chen won’t be discarded like a spare shoe.

Eh…!

Clever by nature, Yue caught it at once, thoughts flowing like a clear stream under moon.

Politically, it’s called building momentum—a banner in wind; no wonder Principal Wang looked so pleased today, like a gardener spotting first buds.

And LittleSnow’s tale isn’t quite a lie; she really is a foreign princess—also mine, like a secret name carved on bamboo.

Hmm? Time to tease LittleSnow—fox tail flicking behind a screen.

Uuu…

The blue-haired girl cupped her mouth and drooped her head, gloom settling like drizzle over a lake.

Little Yue… what’s wrong? Are you unwell—like a sparrow falling quiet?

So LittleSnow doesn’t want to be my wife… sobs like rain tapping the window.

You’re totally faking tears! I won’t fall for it—like a rock in a stream.

I am faking, because LittleSnow won’t be my wife… sob, sob—like strings on a guqin trembling.

Wah! Fake or not, Little Yue mustn’t cry—my heart aches like paper lanterns in wind!

Dixue hugged the “crying” blue-haired girl, pained even knowing it was playacting, warmth wrapping like a quilt in winter.

Then, LittleSnow, will you be my wife? Be my little wifey—like a ribbon tied to my wrist.

Eh? Th-that… um… Kaka! I need the restroom; could you take me—like a crane looking for reeds!

Hey! LittleSnow’s too sly. No running—like a cat pouncing through tall grass!

Yue Liuyi lunged and hugged her “big” wife, arms closing like a loop of silk around snow.