As the Lady of a wealthy house, her world was still just the small heaven of the Mansion. Luo Xianxue lived by a strict rhythm, day after day.

Seven sharp. No alarm, no noise. She woke naturally, as always.

She crawled to the headboard, checked her phone, then tucked back under the quilt to doze.

She wasn’t even that sleepy, but she stayed under for about three minutes, then slowly wriggled out.

“Three minutes later than my normal wake-up. Today’s a rebellious day.” She opened the window, took in a breath of fresh air, patted her cheeks, and sat at the vanity to tidy up.

Seven-thirty. Breakfast. Mossy Fir brought in the tray. Luo Xianxue lifted a gentle smile. “Morning, Mossy Fir.”

Mossy Fir’s eyes flickered, confirming today’s a gentle Lady. She dipped a slight bow. “Good morning, Lady. You’re as cute as ever.”

“Thanks, Mossy Fir.” Being praised made Luo Xianxue very happy.

Breakfast done, she took a stroll inside the Mansion. Even if no one restricted her anymore, she never abolished this rule. Walking helped digestion. It also let her bond with the maids. She passed the jasmine field—her favorite flower.

Nine o’clock. Luo Xianxue sat in the studio. On the table by the lounge, a plate of strawberry sandwich cookies and some matcha cookies.

The first were Chen Mo’s favorite. The second were hers. Whether Chen Mo came or not, she prepared a plate every day. She knew Phantom Sir loved these most.

She drafted manga, refined settings. Lately, she felt something different. She had gained a drawing style that wasn’t originally hers.

It felt familiar. When Phantom Sir was with her, her hand moved exactly like that. Luo Xianxue believed it was a gift from Chen Mo. She wanted to draw manga, so he was expecting it too.

Of course Phantom Sir’s been watching me.

She thought, delighted.

At noon, after lunch, she unlocked her phone and, as always, checked the Manga Flakers group. She didn’t like games. She didn’t binge shows or anime. Even manga, she read to study.

Shitposting in the group had become her only pastime and fun lately.

Every noon and after 10 p.m., the group was the most active. She glanced at chat. The group name had changed to Pigeon Crematorium. The avatar was Emilia-tan in a swimsuit.

Flake King Qingqing: “Lewd pic time!”

Flake King Qingqing: “Brothers, gimme some ice cream. Our group spams stockings every day. How can we not have loli ice cream? Stat!”

Flake King Qingqing: “@Everyone.”

Blood and Sweat: “You water the chat every day. Don’t you need to update?”

Flake King Qingqing: “Can’t help it. No inspiration lately. Plot’s stuck. So I came to fish for lewd pics to… recharge.”

Chuichui: “You guys flood every day anyway. I remember your new character’s cute. Post some ice cream of your daughter so we can, y’know, recharge?”

Chuichui: “@White-Haired Loli Is The Best”

White-Haired Loli Is The Best: “Get lost!”

Huihui Doesn’t Draw: “Where’s Snow Bro? He’s always on at this hour. I need my daily worship.”

Seeing herself tagged, Luo Xianxue showed a happy little smile. Ever since she sent her oil paintings to be judged, just like Chen Mo suggested, she had risen to top-tier boss in the group.

Every day, they called her Snow Bro, Snow Bro.

Huihui had even drawn a bunch of stickers of her avatar—by the way, her avatar was a cute ghost.

Curious, Luo Xianxue typed:

A-Xue: “You can even get off to ice cream?”

She was naive, not clueless. After mixing in the group for a while, she understood what “get off” meant.

She was just shocked by their kinks. They could do that kind of thing to an ice cream bar… that was… that was…

Luo Xianxue ran out of words. Her face went crimson. She couldn’t think of a word for that unique kink.

Flake King Qingqing: “Snow Bro, that’s on you. Any guy can’t resist sweet, delicious ice cream. Little loli ice cream? Best!”

A-Xue: “…”

Was it only me who thought this was pervy? Guys could do… that… to a single ice cream bar?

Ugh. Phantom Sir wouldn’t… probably… be that pervy… right?

She stayed flushed for a while. Only when someone @’d her again did she snap back.

Huihui Doesn’t Draw: “Snow Bro, drop some new pics. I can’t wait to worship your masterpiece.”

A-Xue: “I’ve been drawing manga lately.”

Trash Bin In The Group: “Nooo, I’m about to launch a new series. Snow Bro, please go easy!”

Chuichui: “Damn, Trash Bro’s launching new manga? Lick first as courtesy.”

Chuichui: “prprprprprprpr~”

A-Xue: “Still at the setting stage. I don’t know if it’ll work.”

She threw in some concept art and scenes. The chat instantly flooded with hissing “tsss.” Even as drafts, her fundamentals showed.

Huihui Doesn’t Draw: “Vampire Lady plus ghost male lead. Pure one-on-one romance. The setup has big-hit potential. The plot isn’t leaning commercial, though. Snow Bro, are you drawing it for someone you like?”

One line, and the group went quiet.

Luo Xianxue was indeed using personal experience, then tweaking the worldbuilding to draw.

The Vampire Lady was herself. The ghost male lead… no need to say.

She blushed and sent, “Not exactly someone I like. But yeah, it’s for someone important to me.”

Huihui Doesn’t Draw: “Uwu, jealous of the girl Snow Bro likes.”

Chuichui: “Snow Bro, Snow Bro, if I crossdress right now, still got a chance?”

Being mistaken for a guy didn’t bother Luo Xianxue. It actually made it easier to chat with them. After half an hour of chatting, she read for a bit. Sleepy, she took a nap.

Afternoon, she drew again. But while drawing, she kept thinking about the ice cream from the noon chat.

She was curious. Do guys really get urges over ice cream? No way, right? Come on. It’s just ice cream.

Are normal guys really like the group said?

Luo Xianxue searched different brands on her phone. The more she looked, the wilder it got. Online, tons of people posted “give me waifu ice cream,” “I wanna lick the ice cream then get off,” that kind of thing.

Ugh. Boys are so pervy. So scary.