The group fell silent.

“Kiss already! Kiss!” “Don’t drag it out—you’re both girls, what’s there to be shy about?” The teasing grew louder.

“Go on!” Liang Sheng pressed the card to her lips, her big, watery eyes locked on Gu Yuqi. *Gulp.* Gu Yuqi nervously swallowed, hands and feet fumbling awkwardly.

She gently pressed her lips to the other side of the card. A strange thought flashed through Gu Yuqi’s mind: *What if this card didn’t exist?* Startled by her own thought, she jerked back, pressing a hand to her pounding heart.

*Ding~* Affection level increased.

“Gu Yuqi’s affection toward Liang Sheng: 73.”

Something was off. Very off. She seemed… to be developing feelings for Liang Sheng that went far beyond friendship.

“I… I’m heading back,” Gu Yuqi muttered, face flushed, and hurried away.

“What the heck!” Liang Sheng stood frozen. Was she being rejected? Her expression looked so grim!

“Aw, c’mon! Let’s keep playing! Maybe the senior remembered something urgent,” a short guy chimed in.

Another dice roll. No-brainer—Liang Sheng lost again.

“Ugh, seriously?” she grumbled at her rotten luck.

*This time, it’s my turn to get close to Ah Sheng,* Song Anan thought, eyes locked on Liang Sheng like she wanted to devour her whole.

“Here, take this one! This one!” The short-haired girl shoved a card into Liang Sheng’s hands.

“I wanna draw my own! You handing me a card? Definitely up to no good!” Liang Sheng pouted, trying to push it back.

“Pleeease!” the girl begged, tugging her arm.

Who could resist that? Liang Sheng sighed through tears. Trap or not—she had to jump.

The card read: *Drink a cross-cup drink with the person to your left.*

“Tch. So cliché.”

Minors couldn’t drink alcohol, so soda stood in.

Liang Sheng went through the motions calmly. Song Anan, meanwhile, spiraled: *Cross-cup drink ≈ marriage. Marriage ≈ wedding night. Wedding night ≈ perfect evening. Conclusion: sleeping together.*

Teen girls and their romance brains—Song Anan was textbook.

If Liang Sheng knew Song Anan’s math, she’d spit blood. That girl’s “logic” was next-level.

Laughter and chatter wrapped up the game. Every girl left satisfied~

—— —— ——

Morning light brushed Liang Sheng’s serene face. She blinked awake—sunlight stung her eyes. Sitting up, she stretched, rubbed her sleepy eyes. Glancing around… birds chirping, emerald grass everywhere. She almost recited a poem: “W grass! Where the hell am I?!”

(As everyone knows, grass is a plant.)

She scanned the idyllic scene—beautiful, yes, but… how’d she wake up in the wilderness instead of the hotel?

Another transmigration? She stroked her chin. Or just a dream?

*Slap!* She smacked her own cheek. Okay… it hurt.

“No way—I transmigrated again!” Liang Sheng collapsed to her knees, arms raised to the sky. “Heavens! Are you messing with me?!”

*Plop.* A tiny black dot dropped from above. Divine reply? Liang Sheng stared wide-eyed.

“AAAAH! IT’S MOVING! I @#$&%—SPIDER!” She scrambled backward on hands and feet.

The dot? A bean-sized black spider, dangling from a branch.

“Ahahahahaha!” A burst of laughter erupted behind her.

She turned. A tiny girl, hands on hips, doubled over laughing.

“Who are you?!” Liang Sheng instinctively narrowed her eyes.

[System Data]

Name: Zhen Zhu

Age: 13

Height: 143 cm

Weight: 36 kg

Looks: S

Affection toward Su Ze: 86

Affection toward Liang Sheng: 12

…So she’s the male lead’s tenth wife candidate—the youngest, underage lolita.

Wait. She shouldn’t be here yet. Butterfly effect? Liang Sheng studied the girl, puzzled.

“You… where am I?” Since Zhen Zhu appeared, she hadn’t transmigrated.

Zhen Zhu skipped closer, smiling sweetly. Liang Sheng finally saw her clearly: milk-powder twin tails draped over petite shoulders, sea-green eyes glistening, chubby cheeks begging to be pinched. Her sleeves swallowed her tiny hands; strawberry patterns dotted her top and shorts—adorably childish.

Liang Sheng crooked a finger. “Come here, sis has a question.”

Zhen Zhu was the story’s infamous prankster brat. Her presence here? Definitely her doing.

“Nope!” Zhen Zhu clasped her hands behind her back, playing grown-up.

*Sigh. Su Ze, you pig. She’s fourteen! That’s three years minimum—death penalty max!*

…Though maybe Su Ze thinks: *Three years laughing in jail, smiling all the way to the afterlife.*

“Brat—did you drag me here?”

“Hahahaha!” Zhen Zhu clutched her stomach. “Yep! Your ‘Heavens!’ face was priceless!”

Liang Sheng fell silent. Humiliated. By a kid.

“How’d you move me?”

“You slept like a log! Not our fault,” Zhen Zhu sneered.

*So I’m that deep a sleeper? Brat!*

“You guys?” Liang Sheng caught the slip.

Zhen Zhu snapped her fingers. Burly, bearded men emerged from the trees.

Cold sweat beaded on Liang Sheng’s brow. *Not. Touching. This.*

She brushed grass off her clothes, stood up quietly, spotted the hotel in the distance, and walked off without a word. *Brat. In another life, I’d spank you. Your childhood needs a firm pair of slippers.*

Wait—she doesn’t even know me. Why prank *me*? Liang Sheng turned back. “Who told you to do this?”

“Sister Lu Ziqing left first and said to wake you. I pushed you—*still* asleep. Not my fault~” Zhen Zhu giggled at the memory.

*Lu Ziqing?* Liang Sheng scratched her head. *Must’ve offended her during Truth or Dare last night. She did give me that weird look…*

She didn’t look back. Just walked away.

Back in the dorm, she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Under the spray, she pondered.

Why did Zhen Zhu appear early?

Maybe because she disrupted the plot… and Su Ze couldn’t wait anymore.

What’s his real goal?

*Jingle~*

Wait—*bell*?! Liang Sheng’s eyes flew open.

Where had she heard “Bell” before?! Her head spun; she stumbled, gripping the wall.

*Jingle~*

“Bell?!” She bolted out of the bathroom.

*Jingle~* Just the wind chime outside.

Not *that* bell. Liang Sheng’s shoulders slumped. Clues… gone cold.

*Thud.* Something heavy hit the floor by the door.

She spun around. Miss Lu Ziqing stood frozen, lunchbox shattered at her feet, eyes wide.

*What a waste… Wait—why’s she staring like that?* Liang Sheng followed her gaze.

Naked. Completely. Not a thread on her.

“AAAAH! YOU PERVERT!”

(No—it was Miss Lu shouting *at her*.)

Liang Sheng’s ears buzzed. *Miss… I’m the one exposed. I’m the one embarrassed. Why are YOU blushing and calling ME the pervert?!*

“Miss, please let me explain—” Liang Sheng stepped forward, sincere.

“DON’T COME CLOSER, YOU FEMALE PERVERT! ONE MORE STEP AND I’LL SCREAM!” Lu Ziqing’s face paled.

*You… I…* Liang Sheng stood frozen, lips pressed tight.

“What happened? Ah Sheng, are you okay?!” Footsteps rushed closer.

Now *Liang Sheng* paled. “MISS, CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE IT!”

Flustered, Lu Ziqing nodded vaguely and reached for the handle.

Too late.

“Ahhh~” The newcomer “covered” her eyes—but peeked hard through a wide finger gap. Saw *everything*.

A drip. Then another. Song Anan froze, touched her nose. *Nosebleed?!*

Overexcited from the forbidden view, blood *plopped* onto the floor.

“We’re both girls—why so *amped*?!” Liang Sheng crossed her arms over her chest, horrified. *Do you… crave my body?!*

Song Anan spun and fled—dragging Lu Ziqing with her. *Hmph. Only I get to admire Ah Sheng’s beauty. Others? Dream on.*

Liang Sheng’s head buzzed. *Ugh. Got taken advantage of.*

She retreated to the bathroom. Train of thought shattered. No clue how to pick it back up.