Absolutely not! My brother is falling for me! This can’t happen—never!

I’ll have to sacrifice something precious… I steeled myself and walked toward Li Tianming and Ouyang Chen. Both men flushed deeper as I approached.

Battling inner collapse, I forced a voice dripping with implication: *~~Master Li, Master Ouyang… may I speak with you privately?~~* I added a flirty wink that could kill without trial.

Ouyang Chen’s face instantly turned crimson—his nose gushing blood like a missile launching skyward! It reminded me of those high-tech water guns on TV… *Stop it!* Now’s not the time for jokes. I had to save them!

*~~Follow me, masters!~~* I choked out, burning with shame.

The two human sweet potatoes trailed after me dumbly, but vicious whispers erupted around us:

*"Tell me—could Xinjiang actually be… NOOOO!"*

*"How can such a goddess… with that creepy pervert? (He’s one too!) …Damn it. She could’ve had me…"*

*"Let’s chop off those two’s third legs later… then find out Senior Lin Xin’s preferences!"*

A strange sense of loss pricked my chest. When had this café filled with so many girls?

We reached an empty corner. The two beasts stared, drool pooling unnoticed on their chins.

I sighed, slowly removing my wig.

In that instant—no, the *moment* the wig came off—I heard two hearts shatter.

I looked up. Their faces were charcoal-black. Eyes frozen. Bodies trembling. Arms dangling limp. Legs? Buckled.

*"I-I’m so sorry! It’s all my sister’s fault, I just—"* Cold sweat beaded as I apologized.

*"You stared at the mirror for ages, little brother. Such a liar~"* My sister’s voice cut in, smirking.

*"Sis, I—I wasn’t—"* I stammered. (Okay, she wasn’t wrong.)

Li Tianming adjusted his glasses, finally recovering: *"Lin Ye… so you have *this* hobby? And I actually…"* His face twisted in flustered disbelief.

*Tianming’s quick to bounce back. Most men would question their existence. But Chen…?*

Ouyang Chen’s face remained storm-dark, eyes bloodshot. Terror clawed my throat.

*"Chen, take it easy! Hey—don’t hit me! Talk it out! Stop kicking—!"* I yelped as he lunged.

After the beating…

*"Huff… There. Better."* Ouyang Chen’s color finally returned.

*"All good now?"* I ventured carefully. Our friendship meant everything—we’d survived hell together.

*"Fine. Unless you want me to draw my blade?"* He rested a hand on the Blood Moon blade at his hip.

*"Of course not! Glad you’re okay!"* I blurted. His swordsmanship could erase me like an ant.

*"Though your cross-dressing… fascinating. How many men will you warp?"* His smirk returned, sharp and playful.

Relief flooded me. *"Cut it out! I’m embarrassed enough—trying to kill me?"*

Li Tianming nudged Ouyang Chen, grinning: *"Should we call Yang Honggang? Get him obsessed with Lin Ye. The Student Council President could use a break."*

*"Brilliant! Imagining that brute falling for a man…"* Ouyang Chen laughed, though his smile looked strained.

*"Right? Yeer’s radiating max feminine charm now—almost rivals me!"* Ling Ling chimed in from nearby, eyes gleaming. *"Let that scum fall for Yeer… then reveal he’s male months later. The look on his face!"*

*"You guys—"* My eye twitched. But Li Tianming and Ouyang Chen were already dragging Yang Honggang over. Ling Ling vanished backstage, leaving me utterly lifeless.

*"Xinjiang! A guest called for you!"* Li Xin’s voice echoed.

*"Coming…"* I trudged back to the hall, drained.

*"Which master summoned me?"* I called in my sweetest feminine tone.

*"Over here, Sister!"* A girl’s voice replied. I turned—and froze.

A breathtaking beauty sat there. Long, fiery orange hair. An ample chest swaying gently beneath flawless skin. Slender legs tapering to artisan-crafted feet. A face so divine it demanded worship. Emerald eyes holding the romance of starlit skies.

I gaped. Even used to my sister’s beauty, I wasn’t immune.

Flustered, I hurried over—only to spot more women at her table. Including Nan Ling…

She caught my gaze and gave a tiny, knowing smile. *She’s onto me.*

Sweating, I bowed politely: *"Honored guest… what may I serve you?"*

Her eyes locked onto mine—black holes sucking in my soul. My knees shook.

Then she did the unthinkable: dropping to one knee, presenting an egg-sized diamond. *"Marry me, Sister! I’ll cherish you forever!"* Raw desire burned in her stare.

My heart shattered again. First gay men—now a lesbian?!

*God… just spare me already. My heart can’t take this.*