Inside Liu Qing’s room—

“Is this book I bought—*108 Ways to Charm a Guy and Decode Male Types*—actually useful?”

Liu Qing lay sprawled across her soft bed in a thin black nightgown. Her long, smooth legs were bare, toenails painted a soft pink—adorably tempting.

She flipped through the book with intense focus, as if terrified of missing a single detail.

As she scanned pages on flirting tactics and male personality types, one passage snagged her attention—it felt uncannily like Xiao Feng.

“There’s a guy who seems mature and confident on the surface, yet deep down, he’s deeply insecure. He craves love but battles self-doubt. He always puts others first… yet fears kindness he can’t repay.”

“Isn’t Xiao Feng exactly this type? So gentle with me, yet scared when I’m too kind… He just needs my love!”

Liu Qing tilted her head toward the white ceiling. Picturing Xiao Feng’s sunny smile, a faint, unconscious grin tugged at her lips.

She hadn’t eaten all day. Since morning, she’d pulled this book from her study shelf, mind racing since last night: *How do I make Xiao Feng my real boyfriend?*

It was just reference material—but time vanished. Morning melted into afternoon. Still in her nightgown, utterly absorbed. Forgetting to eat or sleep? This was it.

Honestly, the book was half-truth, half-fiction. She knew that. Yet curiosity pulled her deeper. Human nature, she supposed.

*Rumble… rumble…*

Her stomach growled. Glancing at her phone—6 PM?! She’d spent the whole day buried in pages, forgetting food entirely.

Just as she tapped to lock the screen, her thumb hovered over Xiao Feng’s WeChat profile picture.

Seeing it was still the same one from six months ago, a soft smile touched her lips.

*A guy who never changes his profile pic?* she thought. *Loyal. Focused. Not flirtatious. Might seem old-fashioned, hard to reach… but once you’re in his heart? Steady. Solid.*

She’d learned a lot today.

“So hungry… I wonder what Xiao Feng’s having for dinner?”

She hopped off the bed, dashed out in her thin nightgown and cute slippers, and knocked on his door.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

“Xiao Feng! Are you in?!”

Inside, Xiao Feng yawned at a cheesy drama. Hearing her voice, he pinched his brow. *Ugh, trouble again.*

“Sorry! Nobody’s home!”

“Xiao Feng, open up for your sister! I’m not wearing… not wearing… clothes!”

Outside, Liu Qing nervously glanced around, praying no one saw her like this.

On the sofa, Xiao Feng nearly fell off. “Holy crap! If you’re not dressed, why run out?!”

Grumbling, he still hurried to unlock the door. He couldn’t risk others seeing her like that.

The moment it opened, Liu Qing darted in like a startled kitten, scurrying past him into the living room.

Xiao Feng shut the door, turned—and rolled his eyes at her flimsy nightgown, bare legs on full display. “Sister Qing, you *are* wearing clothes. Not see-through—just short. You tricked me again!”

Relief vanished. Liu Qing bristled, hands on hips. “Xiao Feng! Do you even know how to talk? I’m a girl! If someone saw me like this, how could I show my face?”

He chuckled. “If you knew it was inappropriate, why run out?”

“I didn’t think you’d take so long!”

“Sister Qing, am I Superman? You step out and I magically open? Are you the Flash and I’m a Saiyan?”

He had to admire her logic. Who opens that fast?!

“I don’t care! I’m furious! Our bond’s weakened! To make up… one meal? No—ten! Ten meals!”

She plopped onto the sofa, turning away with a pout. In her nightgown, cheeks flushed, she looked exactly like a girlfriend sulking after a lovers’ quarrel.

Xiao Feng: ……