The next morning, Ouyang Qianxue arrived at school as usual. The moment she stepped into the classroom, the girls swarmed around her.

"Hey hey, Classmate Ouyang! What was it like being princess-carried by Bai Yuxuan yesterday?"

"You must’ve been over the moon! Getting princess-carried by a guy like him—I’d trade ten years of my life for that!"

"Exactly! Don’t keep us in suspense. Spill it already!"

"I... I fainted yesterday. I didn’t feel anything," Ouyang Qianxue evaded under their relentless questions.

But the gossip-hungry girls wouldn’t let up.

"So what about after? When you thought back on it?"

"Being princess-carried by Bai Yuxuan in front of the whole school—must’ve felt like floating on cloud nine, right?"

"I... I don’t know!" Ouyang Qianxue shoved through the crowd and buried her face on her desk. Like an ostrich hiding its head, she pressed her face into her arms, silent even as the girls shook her.

"Hey, is Classmate Ouyang...?"

"She’s just shy. A pure girl like her can’t handle this much excitement. Class is starting—let’s get back to our seats." The girls dispersed.

Hearing their words, Ouyang Qianxue felt his masculine pride crumbling. Being princess-carried as a boy in a girl’s body was unbearable.

"Class is starting, oh School Beauty." A voice came from above. Ouyang Qianxue glanced up—it was Bai Yuxuan.

"Leave me alone. I need a moment." She buried her face again.

"You look exhausted. The nurse told me to remind you not to overwork."

"Whose fault do you think that is?" Ouyang Qianxue shot him a resentful glare. "If you hadn’t princess-carried me yesterday, those girls wouldn’t be so nosy today."

"Ungrateful much? I carried you to the infirmary. Is that how you thank your savior?"

"You... Fine. Thank you for helping me that day."

"No problem. But don’t forget our deal. You lost the match because you fainted—that’s on you. As the loser, you owe me one unconditional favor."

"What... what do you want from me?" Ouyang Qianxue’s eyes narrowed, remembering the student office incident. If Bai Yuxuan touched him and exposed his true gender... the consequences would be disastrous.

"Relax. I’m not interested in that. I’m the White Clan heir—I won’t risk my position for cheap thrills. Besides..." Bai Yuxuan paused, glancing at Ouyang Qianxue’s chest. "Your flat chest holds zero appeal." He smirked, covering his mouth.

"What’s so funny? I don’t care about that!"

"This weekend, come to my place. I’ll tell you my request then."

"Your place? The White Clan estate?" Ouyang Qianxue shivered at the thought of that powerful family.

"Don’t call it that! I refuse to call that place home!" Bai Yuxuan’s voice cracked with emotion. "Ah, sorry. I meant my apartment near campus. Here’s the address." He handed her a slip of paper.

On Saturday, Ouyang Qianxue followed the address to a luxury apartment complex. She rang the doorbell of one unit.

"Hey, you’re here. Come in—no need to change shoes." Bai Yuxuan opened the door in a tracksuit.

Inside, Ouyang Qianxue gaped. This wasn’t just an apartment—it was a duplex villa stacked vertically, with only two units per building. Bai Yuxuan owned both for "peace and quiet."

"You’re ridiculously spoiled. Cherry Blossom Academy’s dorms are fancy enough."

"I handle clan affairs besides studying. Dorms aren’t practical." He tossed her a chilled tea from the fridge. "Enough small talk. Why did you call me here?" Ouyang Qianxue asked, catching the bottle.

"Simple. Be my personal maid this weekend."

"What?!"

"Didn’t hear? Maid. For two days."

"Are you joking? I’d never accept something so humiliating!" He was a boy—dressing as a maid was unthinkable.

"Refuse? Pity. Your sister’s so cute... maybe I’ll visit her instead." Bai Yuxuan pulled out his phone, showing a clear photo of Ouyang Qianxue’s sister.

"I’ll do it! You monster!"

"Good girl. But that school uniform won’t cut it. Who wears uniforms on weekends?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Whatever! I’ll work."

"Wait!" Bai Yuxuan blocked her. "I got you a proper outfit. Change in the next room." He handed her a package. "Custom-ordered online. I even adjusted the bust size for you."

"I’ll kill you! Stop mentioning my chest! And I’m not wearing this!"

"Then you’re no real maid. I’ll hire your sister instead—she could use the money."

Bai Yuxuan reached for his phone, but Ouyang Qianxue grabbed his wrist. Tears streamed down her face. "I’ll wear it... okay?"

Ten minutes later, a maid with golden twin-tails stood before Bai Yuxuan, clad in a black-and-white lace-trimmed uniform.