"Take your hand off," Nangong Shiyu warned for the first time.

"... "

The hand resting on her chest showed no sign of moving.

"Take your hand off," she warned a second time.

"... "

That hand still refused to budge.

"Third time’s the limit..."

No, she couldn’t keep indulging Xia Zixin. Even in a girl’s body now, it didn’t mean letting another girl grope her freely!

Nangong Shiyu pursed her lips slightly and yanked the blanket off. But seeing Xia Zixin’s drooling, peacefully sleeping face, she froze for a moment. After a sigh, she halted her action.

Forget it—better not wake her. Nangong Shiyu thought back: Xia Zixin had been exhausted today too. She vaguely recalled Xia Zixin complaining this morning about lacking sleep. Since she was resting so soundly now, Nangong Shiyu might as well endure it and let her rest longer.

"Mmm~ Hnn~ Mmm~ C’mon... play with big sister a bit more~ Mmm~ Hnn... hehehe."

As Xia Zixin mumbled this in her sleep, the hand groping Nangong Shiyu suddenly sped up. Her heart rate skyrocketed, and her cheeks flushed hot without her noticing.

Dark lines instantly popped up on Nangong Shiyu’s forehead. Her face twitched uncontrollably as she stared disdainfully at Xia Zixin’s sleeping expression, doubting whether this was a real dream or fake.

"Hehehe~ Let’s get more intense with big sister~ hehehe..."

Xia Zixin’s movements grew wilder. Not only did her hands intensify, but her body also started climbing onto Nangong Shiyu.

A thrilling jolt of electricity flashed through Nangong Shiyu’s mind. She clenched her fists tightly, a vein throbbing on her forehead.

"Don’t push your luck!"

***

"Waaah, little sister Shiyu hit big sister so hard it hurts," Xia Zixin whined, rubbing a bump on her head while giving Nangong Shiyu pitiful looks.

"You brought it on yourself."

"But big sister was really asleep!"

"Groping that hard? You expect me to believe that?"

Ignoring Xia Zixin’s protests, Nangong Shiyu opened the wardrobe and searched for clothes that fit.

All the clothes inside were from her time as a boy—too large for her now, over ten centimeters shorter. After scanning them, she shook her head helplessly and closed the door.

Wearing her old middle school clothes might’ve worked, but she’d donated them all last year to children in poor mountain areas. Not a single piece remained.

Nangong Shiyu glanced down. She wore only a white shirt—no bra, no underwear, nothing a girl should have.

This was awkward.

No clothes meant no going out. And with all ingredients at home—including dried noodles—eaten up, she’d starve until she changed back to a boy.

Could anything be worse this year?!

With parents working away year-round, Nangong Shiyu had never gone hungry before. She’d cooked countless times—starving was a first.

But something else bothered her more.

She lifted her slender right forearm, studying it closely.

"Xia Zixin."

"Hmm?"

"If I recall right, this arm was broken."

In her memory, she’d sacrificed her forearm to save Luo Qitian from death. The pain was unforgettable—especially when searing the wound with lightning to stop the bleeding.

Just thinking about it gave her a headache. Surviving that agony felt bittersweet.

"So why’s it back now?"

Rolling up her sleeve, the elbow showed no scar—perfect and unblemished.

"I used limb regeneration magic on it," Xia Zixin said.

"Limb regeneration magic? What’s that?"

Though she asked, Nangong Shiyu roughly guessed from the name.

"Exactly what it sounds like. But it takes too long to cast—useless in real fights."

"I see..."

Hearing about something new again, Nangong Shiyu’s curiosity sparked.

"Can you teach me? Magic stuff."

"Of course! But before lessons, big sister has one request."

"What is it?"

Xia Zixin slapped her belly loudly.

"I’m starving—feed me!"