The hastily-applied makeup was light, almost translucent, yet it perfected Li Mo’s face—adorable but usually careless. Combined with her current outfit and the sleek black hair tied over one shoulder, she left Tang Zhe utterly spellbound.
"Hmm… I knew you had delicate features," Zhang Wanting murmured, nodding in satisfaction—not just at Li Mo’s natural base, but her own handiwork. *Not bad.* Her gaze drifted lower. "But seriously, those guys…"
"Your buddies really went all out, huh? Preparing stuff like this so thoroughly." She didn’t finish. After admiring Li Mo’s face, her attention naturally dropped. To *that* critical spot.
"Though I gotta ask—are they clueless or what? These are way too small. Just a *bit* bigger would’ve been perfect." As she spoke, her hand reached toward Li Mo’s chest.
*Nya?!*
*Huh?*
She snatched her hand back like she’d been shocked.
*Do fakes feel like this?*
It felt… real. And that faint sound just now—
*Holy crap.*
Understanding crashed over her. Her usually calm heart hammered like a jackhammer. Forcing composure, she covered her mouth with a cough. "Great texture. Almost real. Must’ve cost a fortune. You should treat them to a meal later. They went all out."
*Treat them?! Like hell I will!* Li Mo seethed. *Every damn well-endowed woman—Liu Shishi, Zhang Wanting—all obsessed with my chest?! Everyone can see it’s flat! Do you all have to rub it in?!*
*Pissing me off more by the second!*
"O-okay! All done here!" Zhang Wanting chirped, noticing Li Mo’s stormy expression. She yanked Tang Zhe forward. "You two chat. I’ll just… vanish!" She bolted.
*Li Mo’s clearly sensitive about her figure. Girls like that never forgive chest-size comments. She’s gonna hold a grudge!*
Zhang Wanting fled, oddly wounded. *I didn’t mean to!*
*Ugh… he’s been quiet lately, but he’s still a delinquent. What if he targets me now…?*
"In such a hurry…?" Tang Zhe watched her scramble off, assuming she’d just been chatty. He turned to Li Mo, zeroing in on what’d caught his eye since she walked in. "What’s the deal here? Fake?" His hand lifted.
*Wait—NO!*
Still reeling from Zhang Wanting’s touch, Li Mo realized Tang Zhe had been staring too. She’d never worried about disguising her flat chest before—but this dress outlined everything. *No mirror since changing… I didn’t even notice!*
Now everyone’s eyes locked onto it. Paralyzed, she barely reacted as his fingers neared.
Thankfully, backup arrived.
"Holy crap, bro! You clean up nice in a dress!" Wang Ziheng materialized, shoving between them and snapping phone pics. Tang Zhe’s hand landed on his back—empty air.
*Good brother!*
*Damn it.*
Tang Zhe hadn’t actually planned to touch. If Li Mo were a girl, she’d dodge a guy’s grab. But guys retaliate *after* contact. Her frozen stance screamed "not a girl"—yet that chest…
"Fakes! Shen Yi’s idiots stuffed them in. Figured they’d go all out."
"Whoa."
Li Mo’s late explanation thrilled Tang Zhe. He’d heard rumors but never seen real ones. "This realistic? Damn, good craftsmanship. Lemme test the feel?"
This time, he meant it.
"Get lost!" Li Mo kicked his shin, blocking him. "These things barely stay put! Don’t knock ’em crooked! Try it on yourself if you’re curious!" She reached into her tote bag.
"Whoa, okay! Keep ’em!" Tang Zhe glimpsed clothes inside—not the hidden stash beneath. *Missed out.*
Still, his buddies nailed it. Li Mo’s current look crushed every girl on stage. He snapped photos.
"Don’t shoot—!" Li Mo covered her face. *He’ll keep these as blackmail!*
Unaware her drooling nap-time pics were already in his gallery, she frowned. Tang Zhe seemed… not mad? "Aren’t you angry with me?"
"Huh?" Tang Zhe blinked. "Angry about what?"
"Earlier… at lunch…" She summarized her "ingratitude."
"Holy crap, I’m not you!" Tang Zhe scoffed. "I don’t hold petty grudges. *You’re* the one acting like a sulky kid. Couldn’t even give me an opening to talk. So damn petty."
"So it’s *my* fault?"
"Duh."
"Go eat dirt!"
"*What the—!*"
A palm slammed his face. Stunned, he retaliated—pinching her cheeks with one hand while flicking her forehead *thwack-thwack-thwack*.
"Let go! One more flick and you’re dead! Ah! You actually did it! I’ll kick you! *Agh!*"
"…"
Wang Ziheng retreated to the sidelines, deadpan. *These two… can turn any place into a circus.*
He’d gone unnoticed again. And forced to watch their antics. *Might as well delete me from existence.*
