"Do little girls these days skip clothes after baths..."

Feng Ye sighed with a headache, watching the silver-haired little girl across from him. She sat wrapped loosely in a towel, exposing large patches of fair skin.

Fresh from a hot bath, faint wisps of steam still rose from her body. Her pale skin glowed with a rosy hue. She didn’t care that the towel hung loosely. Instead, she stared at Feng Ye with wide, curious sky-blue eyes—just as she had when she first slid open the glass door.

Truthfully, she’d startled him at first. This silver-haired girl had boldly stepped out naked after her bath, like his own sister. She’d stood bare at the doorway, adorably blank-faced, neither screaming nor speaking—just examining him curiously. Unable to endure her gaze, Feng Ye had grabbed his sister’s towel, draped it over her, and led her to the sofa.

During this, the girl’s stare at him grew even more astonished.

"This is my sister’s dress set," Feng Ye said, placing a small dress and underwear before her. "You’re about her age and size. It should fit."

The girl had been quiet since emerging, giving Feng Ye huge relief. Otherwise, he’d have struggled to explain why he’d stripped her and placed her in the bathtub. Yet her silent, unblinking scrutiny left him helpless.

Seeing the clothes beside her, she remained silent. She just tilted her head slightly and looked at him.

"Uh..." Feng Ye finally met her gaze after enduring the stare. "You don’t understand me, do you?"

"I... understand." Her voice was sweet but unnaturally mechanical.

"That’s great," Feng Ye said gently. "Can you change yourself? Staying in just a towel might give you a chill." It was summer, but the AC hummed. Earlier, he’d instinctively treated her like his sister—drying her hair after wrapping the towel. It wasn’t dripping now, though still damp. "Once dressed, I’ll blow-dry your hair too."

"Oh." She slipped off the towel, revealing her naked body.

"At least warn me before stripping!" Feng Ye spun away. He’d seen her fully before, but her tender, fair skin still dazzled.

Silence. No sound.

After a pause, Feng Ye asked hesitantly, "Are you dressed yet?"

"No." Her reply was soft.

"Ah, got it, you’re—wait." He froze mid-turn. "Did you just say *not* dressed?"

"Mm."

"Why aren’t you dressed?!"

"Because... I don’t know how." She answered honestly, her beautiful ice-blue eyes flicking between his back and the dress in her hands.

Feng Ye sighed inwardly. *What spoiled doll is this?!* Even his most pampered sister dressed herself. "Fine. I’ll help."

He steeled himself. Without his clingy sister’s experience, he’d be lost. Avoiding stray glances, he picked up his sister’s cartoon-cat-print panties.

The girl obediently extended her slender legs.

Feng Ye dressed her quickly. Only a few pieces, and she cooperated—but it drained him like a battle. Yet seeing her in the little dress, transformed into a princess-like vision, he couldn’t help but feel amazed.

She was truly beautiful. Her pure, clear aura made her deeply endearing.

But the serene fairy-tale image shattered instantly. The next second, she lifted her dress right before him, frowning at her underwear.

Feng Ye lunged to yank the fabric down. Seeing her wide, curious eyes again, he groaned, "What were you *doing* just now?"

"I... was... looking... at... my underwear." She tilted her head thoughtfully.

"...Didn’t your parents teach you not to do that around others?" Feng Ye studied her innocent face. Her earlier behavior chilled him—she seemed as naive as she looked, utterly worldly-wise.

A faint light flickered in her ice-blue eyes. After seconds, she stated flatly, "Per database records... your sudden lunge and leg-touching qualifies as perverted conduct. Management protocols mandate dungeon re-education. Additionally, as my biological age is under eighteen, your penalty doubles."

"That’s not it!!" Feng Ye wanted to cry. *My arch-nemesis!* "We were discussing *your* issue! I had no choice—you lifted your dress first!"

"The underwear is hot." She spoke seriously. Uncomfortable, she touched her chest over the child-sized bra. "This is hot too."

Feng Ye felt like banging his head against a wall.

...

It took ages to get her to accept the underwear. Feng Ye felt battle-weary. Suddenly, he missed Tangtang—compared to his troublesome sister and this emotionless girl, she was a true angel.

The girl sat deep on the sofa, legs straight under the dress in thin white pantyhose. She pressed her knees together, then curiously stroked the stockings. The cool texture didn’t bother her.

Feng Ye had given her the pantyhose to prevent sudden skirt-lifting. Safety shorts would’ve worked too—but she’d stripped them off, complaining they were hot.

Watching her play with the stockings, Feng Ye’s lips twitched. Weary, he asked, "Little sister, can you tell big brother your name? And how you got here?"

The silver-haired girl lifted her head, gazing quietly at him. "Your clearance level is insufficient. Specific information is inaccessible."

"Is this your parents’ ‘don’t talk to strangers’ rule in fancy terms?" Feng Ye rubbed his temples. "You had zero modesty naked, yet you’re weirdly cautious here? I’m not bad—I just want to help."

"To access... my data... clearance must reach... level two or higher."

Feng Ye sighed more today than all last year combined.

"It’s useless. You won’t get answers from her."

An old voice rasped behind Feng Ye. He spun around. The big frog he’d tossed on the table was now awake, squatting there with wise eyes.

"Holy crap—you’re talking?!" Feng Ye stared, shocked. He’d thought his car-driving Husky was weird enough. Now a talking frog...

"Of course it’s me, the great one!" The frog puffed proudly.

The girl’s face lit with surprise. "Wallace... possessed by a demon again." She raised a finger; frost gathered at its tip.

"Holy crap! Little miss, please don’t freeze me!" The frog’s green face paled further. "Staying conscious is hard enough! Freeze me again and I’ll kick the bucket!" It hopped behind Feng Ye, using him as a shield.

Feng Ye grabbed the frog and hurled it away.

"What *are* you?" He frowned at the strange creature, not forgetting to stop the girl. Under her surprised gaze, he seized her hand—the frost dissipated instantly.

"Why... does this happen?" She stared at his grip, confused. She’d wondered before: Feng Ye wasn’t on her permission list, yet his touch affected her not at all.

"Brat! No respect for elders?" The frog staggered up dizzily. "Ouch—my old bones!" It spotted Feng Ye holding the girl’s hand. Its bulging eyes nearly popped. "Holy crap, kid—who *are* you? Another lackey for those Holy Land old-timers?"