This livestream went surprisingly well.

Normally, his viewer count peaked around ten thousand. Today, it broke records—hitting twenty-three thousand at its height.

Chunan even gained a solid batch of new followers.

He couldn’t help but sigh. *Guess it’s a looks-based world, no matter if it’s this life or the last.*

After getting her fill of being a streamer, Xiaohan dashed back to her computer. Once Chunan tidied up the living room, he headed to bed.

Back in his bedroom, he found Xiaohan cross-legged in his gaming chair. "It’s almost midnight," he deadpanned. "Planning to pull an all-nighter?"

Xiaohan shot him a sideways glance. "Stream over?"

"Mhm."

"So what’re you streaming tomorrow? You mentioned something fun earlier." Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Chunan stared at her for a few seconds, then turned away. "Not your concern. Go shower. And don’t even think about getting in my bed without one."

Xiaohan bristled. "Do I look like someone who skips showers?"

She hopped off the chair—then froze after two steps. "Wait. I don’t have clean clothes."

"Buy some tomorrow," Chunan said casually.

Xiaohan frowned slightly. "What do I wear after the shower?"

"Go naked. I don’t mind."

"... ..."

Without another word, she marched to Chunan’s wardrobe, rummaged through it, and pulled out a T-shirt and a sealed pack of boxer briefs. "This’ll do."

Chunan: "... ..."

*She’s really treating this place like her own.*

He should’ve made her buy clothes today. She’d had nothing better to do while he streamed anyway.

Xiaohan had stayed over several times before. Though this was their first night officially cohabiting, she showed zero discomfort. After both showered, they returned to the bedroom.

Chunan found Xiaohan sitting on his bed, scrolling through her phone. Her damp hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, stray strands tucked behind her ears to reveal the delicate curve of her neck. The oversized T-shirt hid her figure, but her bare legs gleamed under the room’s warm glow, impossible to ignore.

Chunan’s gaze lingered.

She’d looked much the same when he first saw her today. Back then, his mind had been consumed by the sudden appearance of *that system*—he hadn’t really noticed her.

Now… she wasn’t bad.

*Huh. First time sharing a room alone with a girl.*

Though this particular girl wasn’t exactly "pure."

He sighed and climbed into bed. "Sleep early. Staying up wrecks your health."

"Oh, *really*?" Xiaohan turned, eyebrow arched. "Says the guy who streams till 3 a.m. every night?"

Chunan’s expression didn’t flicker. "Hence the schedule change."

Seeing no fight in him, Xiaohan dropped the argument. She scooted closer, phone thrust toward him. "Check these out! Which clothes look good? Let’s just order online—I hate shopping in stores."

Chunan glanced at the screen. She was browsing a women’s fashion site.

"Adapting fast, huh?"

Xiaohan pouted. "What choice do I have? I’m not turning back." Her tone turned wistful. "They say life’s like a surprise party. If you can’t fight it, might as well enjoy the cake!"

*She was stunning now—why not dress the part?* At least she’d enjoy the view in the mirror. And with money no longer an issue, she deserved to treat herself.

Chunan: "... ..."

*She’s taking this well.*

But—

"Do you even know your measurements?"

"Huh?" Xiaohan blinked.

Chunan gave her a *are-you-serious* look. "How do you buy clothes without knowing your bust-waist-hip sizes?"

Xiaohan fumbled. "Then… measure me?"

"... With what? I don’t even know how." Chunan’s eyebrow twitched.

"Just look it up! Bust is the widest and narrowest points, right?" She absentmindedly raised her arms to demonstrate—

The loose T-shirt suddenly clung to her body, silhouetting every curve.

And she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Chunan’s eyes darted away, dizzy as if hit by a basketball. "Find a lingerie store tomorrow. I’m not doing this."

Oblivious, Xiaohan inched closer. "It’s just a quick measurement! Who wants to go out shopping? Don’t you hate the hassle?"

Chunan shifted back subtly. "Since when did I agree to go with you? Buy your own clothes."

Xiaohan’s face fell. "Dude. We’re bros, right? You’d really make me buy women’s clothes alone? I’ll get scammed!"

"*Were* bros," Chunan corrected flatly. "And your scams aren’t my problem."

"But it’s *your* money!" She ignored his correction.

Chunan: "... When did I say you could use it?"

"You said you’d *support* me!"

"Didn’t you have savings?"

"That’s my emergency fund! What if you ditch me tomorrow?"

"... ..."

"So you *are* coming with me!" Xiaohan grabbed his arm. "Buying clothes for a girl is fun! Pick whatever you like—I’ll model it all for you!"

*No way was she spending her own cash.* Chunan had over three million now. Using her meager savings would be stupid. She’d stash that as her secret stash. Clothes? She didn’t care. She’d worn 9.9-yuan free-shipping specials before.

Chunan’s expression froze for a split second.

*Damn. She’s already in character.*

Already spending his money with perfect justification.

"You’ll wear whatever I buy?"

"Yep. Your pick."

"Even… lingerie?"

"... ..."

Seeing her speechless, Chunan cut it off. "Sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow."

Xiaohan ground her teeth but burrowed under the covers.

*He’s doing this on purpose. Just because I’m a girl now, he loves throwing that back at me.*

But she couldn’t retort.

*Fine. I’m being supported. As long as he pays, I’ll endure it.*

Chunan glanced at the girl’s back turned to him. Silently, he reached for the AC remote and switched it off.

He never ran the AC at night—saved electricity.

This city stayed mild year-round; summer nights were perfectly cool.

But under the covers? That was another story.