“Sis Qing, let’s just order takeout—we’re out of groceries!” Xiao Feng spread his hands helplessly. He’d been relying on delivery lately and hadn’t gone shopping, so the kitchen was truly bare.

“Huh? How could we be out of food?” Liu Qing dashed to the kitchen in disbelief, flung open the fridge, and peeked inside. Sure enough—only a few strands of noodles and a couple of tomatoes remained.

“Xiao Feng… your sister is starving! I haven’t eaten all day—I’m so weak I can barely move. Are you really gonna let me starve?!” Liu Qing’s face fell into utter despair. Xiao Feng sighed with a wry smile. “How about I cook you some noodles? Want some?”

“Huh? Noodles… you mean… *down there*… eat?” Liu Qing’s ears burned. Was he really saying *that* so bluntly? No filter at all? And she hadn’t even… had her first time… jumping straight to *this*? Too forward! “Xiao Feng… um… isn’t this a little much?”

Xiao Feng instantly recognized her flustered, suddenly cautious expression. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he groaned, “Sis Qing, what *are* you thinking? I meant *noodles*—to eat! Where did your mind go?!”

Liu Qing realized she’d misread him again. To mask her embarrassment, she shot him a playful wink. Xiao Feng just sighed wryly, shook his head, and turned toward the kitchen. *What does she even think about all day? Drawing doujinshi nonstop?* He half-joked to himself—hunger must’ve scrambled her brain.

Watching his back as he busied himself cooking, warmth bloomed in Liu Qing’s chest. A cozy, homey feeling. A soft, happy smile touched her lips. *This must be love—feeling joy just watching someone work for you.*

Just then, Xiao Feng’s phone lit up on the coffee table. Curiosity tugged at her. She glanced over.

One look froze her. A QQ message—and video—from a contact labeled “Qin Bingbing.”

The text read: *“Xiao Feng, you didn’t believe I was a girl? I recorded this myself. See for yourself. I hate being misunderstood.”*

Her heart twisted. *Open it? Or not?* They were close… but snooping felt wrong. Yet curiosity and a prickling sense of crisis clawed at her resolve.

After a shaky breath, she rationalized: *He won’t know. Just a peek. He’ll be my boyfriend someday anyway.*

Click~

Fingerprint unlocked. She tapped open the QQ app, selected Qin Bingbing’s feminine profile pic, and played the video—then instantly muted the sound, guilt tightening her chest.

The screen showed a girlishly decorated room. A few seconds in, a quiet girl appeared: white button-down, sweatpants—an odd mix. Nervous gestures, shy expression. But Liu Qing barely noticed. All she saw was Qin Bingbing’s delicate, pure-faced beauty.

*Any guy would want to protect her.*

Panic flared. *What if Xiao Feng sees this and likes her? Online or not… what if they meet? He’s so kind—of course she’d be drawn to him!*

*I have to ask how they met. What if he likes this “pure and pretty” type?*

The crisis surged. Liu Qing’s calm shattered completely.