After a hearty meal at Xiao Feng’s place, Liu Qing lounged on the sofa beside the coffee table, watching TV like she owned the place. She still wore that flimsy negligee—one careless move and it’d flash everything. Xiao Feng watched, torn between fondness and frustration.

He *loved* the teasing glimpses of skin, her fiery figure—easy on the eyes. He *hated* how utterly at home she acted, as if he weren’t even a guy. Like she thought he was some geoduck that couldn’t get hard!

But Xiao Feng only dared grumble inwardly. Say it aloud? Liu Qing would twist his words into some wild “he did me” story and spread it through the neighborhood. Strangers misunderstanding? Fine. But if Aunt Wang and Uncle Wang next door heard? They’d tell his mom by dawn. And *that*? Leg-breaking territory.

Speaking of them—the neighborhood’s square-dancing royalty and his mom’s die-hard mahjong buddies. The second his mom came home, they’d drag her downstairs: “Three players needing a fourth!” They’d known Xiao Feng since childhood, kind but incurably gossipy. If they thought he’d “messed around” with a pretty college girl and dodged responsibility? Straight report to Mom. Unthinkable.

So Xiao Feng kept the curses silent. Out loud? Nah.

He cleared the dishes, then turned to Liu Qing—still sprawled on the sofa, zero ladylike pretense. “Sister Qing,” he said, “you’ve had your free meal. Go home. Your TV works the same, right?”

Liu Qing lazily rolled over, stretched with a yawn, and drawled, “Nope. I’d miss the good part. And I’ve warmed this sofa up. Not moving.”

Xiao Feng was helpless. If she were unattractive, he could’ve kicked her out. But she was stunning—especially those long, fair legs peeking out. He barely tore his eyes away.

“Xiao Feng,” Liu Qing pouted, eyes wide with faux innocence, “do you *really* dislike having your big sister here?”

Xiao Feng sighed. “I do. Go. What if Aunt Wang or Uncle Wang drop by with homemade snacks and see you here… dressed like *that*? They’ll get the wrong idea.”

A flicker of amusement lit Liu Qing’s eyes. She knelt on the sofa, leaning close. “Xiao Feng… don’t you like your big sister? So scared of misunderstandings?”

Xiao Feng’s gaze dropped instinctively—to the deep cleavage revealed by her pose. *Damn. Purple lace trim… judging by the size… holy crap, easily a D-cup.*

*Stay calm. Don’t spiral. Or you’ll retreat to your room, open that long-sealed app again… Amida Buddha, have mercy. Beauty is but a skeleton. Beauty is but a skeleton.*

Honestly? Totally normal reaction. If any guy stayed cool seeing a top-tier mature beauty like Liu Qing like *this*… bro, next life: skip the extra baggage. For your health.

Unaware she’d flashed him, Liu Qing kept leaning in. To shake his guilt, Xiao Feng blurted sternly, “Like hell I do!”

She misheard. Glanced down. Saw her gaping neckline. Heart hammered. Cheeks burned crimson. But she subtly tugged the collar higher when he wasn’t looking.

Heart still racing, she forced casualness into her voice. “Little Brother Xiao Feng, you’re so naughty! Fancying *balls*? How lewd!”

*What the hell.* Xiao Feng’s inner scream: *What’s in Sister Qing’s head?! She’s the veteran here—way dirtier than me!*

“Sister Qing, go play with *your* balls. Stop twisting words. Little brother can’t keep up.”

He turned and retreated to his room—to cool off. He genuinely couldn’t handle her teasing anymore. One slip… and he’d cross the line.

The moment his door closed, Liu Qing’s composure shattered. A deep blush flooded her fair cheeks, ears burning crimson. *So embarrassing!* She took shaky breaths, muttering, “Ugh… mortifying.”

Just then—Xiao Feng’s phone lit up on the coffee table.

She glanced guiltily toward his room. Empty. Curiosity won. She reached out with slender fingers… *ding dong*—unlocked. *If he saw this, he’d wonder: How?! Did his phone have a thing for pretty girls too?*

Screen open. Friend request note: *“Xiao Feng, it’s Situ Changxi! Why haven’t you added me? I’m mad—check my pic!”*

Liu Qing smiled faintly… then froze.

The avatar: a silver-haired girl, pouting cutely. Undeniably adorable. Clearly unedited.

A cold knot tightened in her chest.