Xuye Cheng pulled out a soft measuring tape and began measuring his body, following methods he’d searched online.

Bust measurement…

At this step, Xuye Cheng sighed silently.

Since his current body was female, he’d definitely need to wear a bra. The size wasn’t extreme, but it was still a burden. If he got caught at work without one, it’d be utterly mortifying.

Feeling utterly helpless, Xuye Cheng gripped the tape in his palm and opened TikTok to learn how.

Measuring bust size was such a hassle…

Xuye Cheng leaned forward, looping the tape around his back and tightening it. His palm accidentally brushed his chest, grazing a sensitive spot. A tingling sensation shot through his entire body.

He flinched, his movements instantly awkward.

He took a deep breath, feeling blood rush to his cheeks.

Why did it feel so strange…

Xuye Cheng pressed his lips together.

Staring at his tightened top, he felt momentarily dazed.

What was he even thinking? He was here for serious business.

Xuye Cheng shook his head to clear the stray thoughts. Strands of hair fell across his face. Annoyed, he roughly swept them behind his head like handling a kid’s hair and resumed.

Upper bust: 87.5.

He took another deep breath and remeasured.

Underbust: 75.

Xuye Cheng picked up the size chart again but couldn’t make sense of it.

After another round of learning, his curiosity was thoroughly satisfied.

75B…

He silently repeated the size in his mind.

Awesome—he could measure his bust and pick a bra size all by himself now!

Another weird skill unlocked.

Xuye Cheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He estimated his shirt size as L and pants as M based on shoulder width, waist, and hip measurements.

Xuye Cheng opened WeChat, played Zheng Wenxuan’s audio clip. The mask slipped from his face, and his body returned to that familiar feeling.

He coughed lightly. This form was far more comfortable.

Even his breathing sounded soft and delicate as a girl—he really couldn’t handle it.

The relief of no weight on his chest was blissful.

Xuye Cheng felt his breath flow easier.

He took a deep breath, smoothed his clothes, opened the dorm room door, and headed downstairs.

Now that he’d figured out how to use it, Xuye Cheng admitted this thing was genuinely handy.

He hurried down the stairs. The building felt eerie, sending chills down his spine.

Breakfast first.

Yawning, Xuye Cheng walked toward the cafeteria.

It was the last day of vacation. He had no urge to work—today was for full-on slacking in his dorm.

Browsing Taobao, he clicked on bras and instantly felt so damn perverted.

A grown man buying lingerie…

Xuye Cheng hit search. Seeing sexy lingerie models, he’d seen naked bodies before, but this shame was next-level. He quickly selected his size and placed the order.

Shoes too, he sighed inwardly.

He walked to the cafeteria window, ordered a five-yuan meal set, and found a corner seat.

A skirt it is…

Xuye Cheng spotted a dress—long, black, understated, no rips or flashy decorations.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This was the one.

As he clicked on it, the price tag read "back to original price in 10 minutes."

Fate.

Smiling, Xuye Cheng placed the order.

To avoid awkwardness, he changed the delivery nickname to something cuter.

"Little Cheng Can’t Wake Up."

The name popped into his head. He chuckled self-deprecatingly—guess he had a girly side after all.

He entered the name and completed the order.

Right—in girl form, he’d have long hair to manage.

Xuye Cheng reopened TikTok and searched for long hair care tutorials.

He didn’t need fancy styles—just neat hair to impress the store manager.

Makeup? His girl form wasn’t ugly, so he didn’t overthink it.

He grabbed a hair comb from the nearby convenience store. A message from Zheng Wenxuan popped up.

"You up? Had breakfast?"

Xuye Cheng didn’t beat around the bush. "What do you guys want to eat?"

"Two rice balls, one basket of soup dumplings, two boiled eggs, two whole wheat buns, one cup of soy milk."

Zheng Wenxuan had tallied the orders.

Rice balls and dumplings for Liu Xianlin and Zheng Wenxuan. Whole wheat buns and eggs? Must be for He Xiaohan…

Rare—he almost never brought He Xiaohan breakfast.

Xuye Cheng doubled back to the cafeteria for two whole wheat buns. When the auntie handed him the dark, unappetizing loaves, he seriously doubted they’d taste good.

Thinking that, he asked for an extra one and munched while walking back.

"Xuan, I’m bringing breakfast—you owe me a whole wheat bun, right?" he sent as a voice message.

Zheng Wenxuan replied with a panda-head OK meme.

Relieved, Xuye Cheng turned off his screen and took another bite. The bun was soft, with a subtle wheat aroma and rich baked fragrance.

More flavorful than plain steamed buns.

A hint of sweetness spread in his mouth—maybe because it was free, it tasted extra delicious.

Back at the dorm, he realized he’d forgotten his key. He knocked. Footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal He Xiaohan with damp hair.

Strands clung to his forehead, but his eyes were clear as water, his eyebrows broad and elegant.

Xuye Cheng sighed again.

This guy was genuinely handsome—shame he was such a scumbag.

With looks like that, why be a player? If he’d just act reserved, half the school’s girls would chase him.

"Just leave mine on the table. Thanks," He Xiaohan said, grabbing a hair dryer and heading into the bathroom.

"Mm," Xuye Cheng replied flatly. Inside, Zheng Wenxuan looked up. "Dad’s back!"

Xuye Cheng grinned smugly, ruffling Liu Xianlin’s hair. "Why aren’t you calling me that?"

"Dad, thanks for breakfast. You worked hard."

"Good, good~" Xuye Cheng nodded, satisfied, and plopped onto his chair.