After seeing Su Peng off, the previously boisterous An Han instantly fell silent.

“He… didn’t even get angry?”

Poking at his grilled cold noodles with a skewer, An Han propped his cheek on one hand against the table. “Wouldn’t he have blown up before?” he muttered.

“Could it be the affinity trait?”

Thanks to higher affinity, things once intolerable now only left him helpless—even going along with the antics.

Like how others’ noisy kids are “brats,” but your own is “full of spirit.”

An Han frowned. That analogy felt off. He was getting the short end of the stick.

Finishing the half-spilled noodles, he began changing into the women’s outfit.

Though meeting Long Xing was hours away, trying it on now allowed time to adjust.

“So… why *must* I wear this to see him?”

With a look of utter despair, he tugged the dress on. “Why does it fit… way better this time?”

Last time, the shoulders felt tight and stiff; now, surprisingly snug—as if his frame had narrowed.

“Did I stretch it?”

Maybe scaling the wall last time strained the sleeves, but a careful check revealed no damage.

Too late for a refund anyway. Wincing, he handled the fabric extra gently.

Fully dressed, he faced the bathroom mirror.

“Only been a few days since last time…”

“Why does it look… so much more natural?”

Leaning closer, he studied his reflection.

His appearance stat boost had subtly refined his features. His face felt more balanced—fewer blemishes, finer pores, brows carrying a quiet handsomeness.

“Nice~”

An Han suspected this system wasn’t for riches at all. It was grooming him to be a pretty boy.

Even without makeup, the reflection looked convincingly feminine.

Handsome stars rarely look bad cross-dressing on screen—and good looks translated well.

Grinning, he pouted playfully at the mirror.

“My cross-dressing’s become second nature~”

…Though lifting the wig would still reveal his sharp jawline.

Yawning, he flopped onto the bed.

Half a day till meeting Long Xing—he’d nap here. Dorm naps were impossible with roommates gaming loudly, *especially* Chen Junjie.

Eyes closed, he noticed the snug hold of the stockings, their cool silkiness against his skin.

A light rub of his legs felt oddly soothing.

“Feels like I’m being turned into a cross-dressing pro…”

He rolled onto his stomach. The dress moved freely—no crotch strain, no tearing. The top was feather-soft. More comfortable than pajamas.

Only the wig annoyed him—strands tickling his eyes. Not yet used to it.

…

*Beep~*

Su Peng stepped in with a bag—and froze.

A slender girl faced away, curled around the quilt like a child hugging a doll, fast asleep.

…

Her thigh-high stockings traced elegant curves. The dress had ridden up, revealing the snow-white strip between stocking top and panties. Her rolled-up top exposed a pale, slender waist.

*Wrong room?*

He checked the keycard, slipped out, and stared at the door number.

Correct.

Double-booked?

Or… was that *An Han* in women’s clothing?

Swallowing hard—worried she’d wake and call him a creep—he tiptoed around the bed and leaned in.

Yep. Definitely An Han.

Wig and outfit made him nearly indistinguishable from a girl, but Su Peng recognized him instantly.

“So you’ve got a habit of sleeping in women’s clothing too?” he muttered dryly, setting the bag down. Turning to close the door, his eyes caught An Han’s slightly puffed cheek.

*Dimples?*

His face looked fuller now—rosy, soft, almost cute compared to his old gaunt look. Skin glowing.

Almost without thinking, Su Peng brushed a fingertip against An Han’s cheek. A tiny dent formed in the supple skin.

So soft. So smooth.

He snatched his hand back, stumbling backward in horror.

*Am I turning gay?!*

Wait—insisting on cross-dressing, dragging *me* in… Is he *seducing* me?!

Pretending to sleep like *that*?!

He’d seen this plot online. Was it happening *now*?!

“Mmm?”

The touch stirred An Han. Long lashes fluttered. Dark eyes blinked open, locking onto Su Peng’s face inches away.

Silence.

Then Su Peng turned to bolt.

“Wait!”

An Han shot up.

*Like hell!*

“I fell asleep in this ’cause I was *exhausted*! EXHAUSTED, okay?!” Face burning, he yanked Su Peng’s arm. “I’m not a pervert! I just tested the fit! *Seriously!*”

Su Peng turned back, silent.

This explanation… wasn’t what he’d imagined.

“I’m not a pervert! Don’t tell anyone!”

“Mm. I won’t.”

“Phew.” An Han sighed in relief—then scowled. “Why didn’t you *knock*?!”

“Who’d guess in one hour you’d not only change but *enjoy* sleeping in it?”

An Han’s face flamed crimson.

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” he gritted out.