After leaving the holographic gaming zone, Bai Xia felt thoroughly satisfied.

She’d recently tried *Another World*, a groundbreaking title—but honestly, every game had its own charm. Ordinary holographic games hadn’t lost their shine because of it. For someone like Bai Xia, who rarely played them, the fun was still very much there.

The downside, though… was brutal exhaustion.

Truth be told, her own abysmal stamina was to blame. Just a short session left her breathless.

Sipping her drink slowly on a bench to recover, Bai Xia rubbed her forehead and muttered, “Should I get a checkup?”

It made sense. Even an average little girl shouldn’t be this weak—she felt frail enough to cosplay Lin Daiyu.

This slightly delicate constitution showed no major red flags yet, but it still unsettled her.

After a brief pause, she decided: she’d go. This body was hers now. Any issue would hurt her first. Even if fine, she’d ask about scientifically sound ways to strengthen it.

Feeling rested, Bai Xia stood and casually tossed the empty bottle to a passing trash bot.

But the moment she turned toward the upper-floor clothing section—her expression shifted. She whipped her head around.

“…Hm?”

Her brows furrowed slightly. Holding the pose a beat, she murmured, “My imagination?”

She’d felt watched. Yet the wide corridor held only ordinary passersby—no suspicious figures.

She scanned again carefully. Nothing.

*Probably… just my nerves.*

Shaking her head, she chalked it up to oversensitivity.

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Bai Xia had her own philosophy about money.

Broke? She’d hoard like a hamster, stuffing everything into her cheeks. Flush? She wouldn’t let cash gather dust.

If she could live comfortably now, why skimp? Make *today* meaningful. Worrying about tomorrow was pointless—no one could predict it. *She* never imagined becoming a woman… let alone a legally adult lolita.

So when the elevator opened onto Floor 14 and clothing stores sprawled before her, Bai Xia embraced the motto: *Carpe diem—spend today’s money today.* Time to splurge and shake off half a month of pent-up stress.

She wasn’t a shopaholic or big on shopping—but yeah, when you *could* eat and buy freely? Pure satisfaction.

She ducked into a nearby store with tidy decor. Off-peak hours meant sparse crowds, so staff spotted the “tiny” customer fast.

No rule barred minors, but the saleswoman (mid-thirties, uniformed) gave Bai Xia a faintly puzzled look. Professional smile intact, she approached.

“Little girl, need help?”

Bai Xia winced inwardly at “little girl” but nodded. “Where’s the autumn-winter women’s section? *Not* kids’ wear.”

“Uh…” The woman blinked, shot her a curious glance, then gestured. “This way. Follow me.”

Bai Xia trailed silently, eyes sweeping the racks. Passing one section, she paused—almost imperceptibly.

The saleswoman turned instantly, smiling. “A bit too mature for you, sweetie.”

They stood before lingerie labeled “provocative.”

Alone, Bai Xia would’ve detoured. Trapped behind the guide, she steeled herself.

Then the comment hit—and suddenly everything felt *off*.

“Tch… Like I’d ever wear this!”

She glared at the scandalously revealing pieces like cursed artifacts. (Honestly? Accurate.)

Even if she *wanted* to, her “triple-nothing” physique—no chest, no hips, no curves—would never pull it off.

Her closet back home held barely any lingerie anyway. Just simple camisoles.

The original owner probably knew buying more was pointless. But the *pantsu* collection? Butterfly lace, blue-white stripes, bear bows, pastel pink… That tiny drawer was a lolicon treasure trove.

Not that Bai Xia cared. Touching most of it felt like eroding her last shred of decency.

*Okay, tangent over.*

Still, surrounded by lingerie, she stayed deeply uneasy—until they finally cleared that zone of temptation.

At pajamas, she paused, grabbing a few modest sets. Her current ones were *too* girlish; wearing them always felt weird.

Sweaters came next—unremarkable.

Coats and pants? She tried options with the saleswoman’s help but found nothing satisfying. Not that her figure was “hard to style”—most fitting outfits were too flashy; the ones she liked rarely suited *this* body.

After agonizing awhile… Bai Xia sighed and bought every decent-looking set at once.