Girls’ bodies are just… just… just… just so incredibly frail! Even the tiniest scare—just a little fright—and I couldn’t help letting out a squeal like a startled little animal.
It’s all… all… all… all just the body’s instinctive reaction! Nothing to do with me!
It’s not that I’m cowardly—it’s Auntie Zhang’s legendary reputation. Rumor says a boy once got handsy in the girls’ dorm. Auntie Zhang rushed over, slapped him once, and “accidentally” broke his hand.
Not only did she face zero punishment, but the boy got a major demerit for sexual harassment.
When I was dressing myself earlier, I also “accidentally” touched nearly every spot. Does that count as handsy…? Ahem—wait, is self-touching even illegal?
The formidable dorm manager stood before me. Just as my lips threatened to tremble uncontrollably, she softened into a gentle smile. “Xiaoxi, you’re out of the hospital?”
Huh?
How could the usually fearsome Auntie Zhang wear such a tender expression? The stark contrast left me momentarily stunned.
“I heard from your counselor you were hospitalized,” Auntie Zhang said softly. “Auntie wanted to visit, but end-of-term duties kept piling up. Glad you’re okay. Back to pack, or staying a while longer?”
Relief washed over me—she’d steered the topic herself.
“I… I’ll stay a bit longer,” I murmured, slightly lowering my head, terrified my expression might betray I wasn’t the old Su Xiaoxi.
Wait… Did Auntie Zhang know Su Xiaoxi well? Was I in danger of being exposed anytime?
Thankfully, she noticed nothing. “I gathered the clothes you left drying on the balcony before hospitalization. Locked them in your cabinet.”
“Oh, Auntie Zhang,” I mustered courage, “when the incident happened… I lost everything. Even my keys…”
She instantly understood. Turned. Pulled a crowbar from the drawer… A crowbar?!
“Come on,” she said, her large hand gently taking mine. “Auntie’ll take you up.”
Waitwaitwait! Forgetting exposure risk, I stammered, “A-A-A-Auntie Zhang… why… why the crowbar?!”
“You lost your cabinet key and dorm key,” she smiled kindly. “Naturally, we use the crowbar.”
So hardcore?!
Cold sweat prickled my skin. “But… don’t you have a key…?”
“I do,” she explained patiently. “But since yours is missing, someone might’ve found it. If they stole from your room or broke in late at night—disaster. Standard procedure: replace the lock whenever a key’s lost.”
Ah. I nodded silently. Auntie Zhang strode ahead, leading me upstairs.
Phew. Saved me from faking confusion about which dorm was mine.
“Dorm 211—here we are!”
She lunged forward. Before I could blink—*clang!*—the door lock hit the floor, core shattered into pieces.
“…” This wasn’t prying. This was smashing.
Please let my unseen roommates have strong hearts… I squeezed my eyes shut. Silence. No screams.
…Are they *that* resilient?
“Come in, Xiaoxi,” Auntie Zhang called from inside. “Finals season—they’re rarely here. Off studying somewhere.”
*Clang!* She smashed the cabinet lock too. “Tell them to grab the new key downstairs when they return.”
I stepped slowly into the room. Never observed a girl’s space this closely before.
Dorm 211 faced the building’s rear, bathed in warm morning sun. Summer light spilled gently across the floor.
Slightly larger than boys’ dorms—just a bit. Symmetrical layout: two beds per side.
Yet the two sides felt worlds apart.
Left side: spotless. Everything neatly placed. Plain and pink bedding folded with precision.
Right side: messy. Pillows and blankets tossed from head to foot. Clothes strewn carelessly—even a light purple bra.
Ah—wow. That cup size…
“Put your things on the bed,” Auntie Zhang said, pulling clothes from the cabinet. “Your outfit’s dirty. Shower, change. Locks’ll be fixed when you’re back.”
Thank goodness. She set my clothes on the left-side bed by the window—the tidiest one, strawberry-dotted quilt and pink summer coverlet.
“Mm, okay,” I said, stepping closer. “Thank you, Auntie Zhang.”
“No trouble at all,” she smiled, her warm palm stroking my head. “Glad you’re safe. Anything you need, tell Auntie.”
Her touch felt… soothing. So comforting I almost wanted to close my eyes…
Ahem! No—I’m a guy! Can’t act this girly! Like reining in a runaway horse, I snapped awake, eyes wide, focusing hard on the clothes.
Su Xiaoxi’s wardrobe leaned heavily on skirts. Pants? Tiny shorts exposing most of the thigh—denim hot pants.
Makes sense. Students only keep seasonal clothes in-dorm.
Summer heat approaching. No long pants anywhere.
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter,” I muttered, shaking my head as I reached.
“Hmm? What was that, Xiaoxi?” Auntie Zhang asked, busy with tools.
“Nothing. Just picking an outfit.”
Gotta stop muttering to myself. *Phew.* Cold sweat again.
“Oh, Xiaoxi, you look lovely in anything,” she chuckled. “A little fairy no matter what.”
I gave a dry laugh. Right. Now I get it. Su Xiaoxi’s petite frame naturally sparks elders’ nurturing side.
Since I’m staying in-dorm… loose clothes it is.
I chose an off-shoulder white tee and pale yellow tie-side sleep shorts barely bigger than safety briefs.
Supposedly the most relaxed loungewear. Perfect for chilling indoors.
Oh right… underwear and panties…
