Su Peng lay face-down across the bed, one arm tightly wrapped around An Han’s waist. Half his body pinned An Han flat against the headboard, leaving him nearly immobile.
An Han didn’t rush to move. He’d wait until Su Peng fell into a deeper sleep before trying again.
Only ten favorability points left to complete the task.
He’d assumed drinking together would raise favorability, and caring for Su Peng afterward would add more. If they even did something indecent later—like exchanging lewd pics, a common dorm-room ritual among guys—the task would wrap up today.
“Su Peng… you’re not plotting something against me, are you?”
An Han suddenly glanced down at the arm locked around his waist.
Sure, he had motives too—but just to boost favorability. If *Su Peng* had ulterior motives? That’d be the scary kind—like lusting after his body.
Probably not.
Otherwise, Su Peng wouldn’t have hesitated so long before moving into An Han’s dorm. He’d have rushed over eagerly and tried to get him drunk.
Clearly, Su Peng meant no harm.
“After getting screwed over too many times, you start suspecting everyone,” An Han muttered, turning to study Su Peng’s face.
Admittedly, Su Peng was handsome—just *slightly* less so than himself. His style was polished for a student, outfits thoughtfully coordinated. Compared to An Han’s usual all-black or white-top-black-bottom uniform, Su Peng carried noticeably more poise.
But poise vanished when drunk. Now he was just a sloppy mess.
An Han gave the arm on his waist a tentative tug. Heavy, but no longer rigidly locked.
He pushed it off with effort, sat up, and slapped his flushed cheeks twice.
“Pass out drunk without even showering?” he grumbled, crouching to remove Su Peng’s shoes and socks.
*This is Chen Junjie’s bed. Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother.*
After repositioning Su Peng’s legs into a proper sleeping pose, An Han straightened up, muttering, “Heavy as a pig!”
“Lucky it’s me. Anyone else would ignore you.”
“If you puke, use the trash can. Don’t vomit on the bed—got it?”
He set the bin beside the bed, feeling quietly pleased with his good deed, and headed cheerfully to the wardrobe.
Su Peng could sleep soaked in booze. An Han couldn’t stand it.
Grabbing his usual oversized shirt and shorts, he dashed to the bathroom—planning to shower and casually check his progress.
Inside, stripped bare, he suddenly glanced back toward the dorm.
“What if Su Peng wakes up and barges in?”
Before, he’d barely flinch if someone walked in mid-shower—just curse them off. Now? No way.
Who knew if Su Peng would lose control seeing *this* body.
He locked the door and looked down at his flat frame.
“…Nah. Unlikely.”
His waist *was* slender—but just from being underweight. No abs, no definition. Even a woman’s “slim waist” needed those for healthy appeal.
His butt had widened and perked up slightly… but still nowhere near a curvy girl’s. And his chest? Flat as an airfield.
“Still just a preteen girl’s build.”
Checking this often wouldn’t show change—unless physique stats increased again.
He lathered up quietly. Yet the delicate slide of fingertips over smooth skin left him uneasy.
*If only this were my girlfriend’s skin…*
*Her figure would be—nah. Too flat.*
An Han liked curves. His own immature, girl-like frame held zero appeal—unless it belonged to an anime character.
That’s why he claimed “lolicon” online. In real life? Seeing an actual little girl just meant headache: *Ugh, another brat causing trouble.*
“An Han! An Han!”
Mid-rinse, Su Peng’s voice cut through.
An Han sighed wearily. “Why’d you wake up?”
“Come here!”
“Wait!”
He hastily dried off, threw on clothes, and rushed back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I vomited everywhere.” Su Peng leaned weakly against the headboard, pointing at the mess, face flushed with shame. “Didn’t react in time… got some on the mattress.”
“I put the trash can *right there*! Aim better next time!”
No time to dry his hair—he bolted to the balcony.
“How long was I out?” Su Peng sat up, wiping the mattress with tissues.
Moments later, An Han returned with the mop, moving with light grace. “About ten minutes? I was still showering—ran out dripping wet.”
He bent to mop. Damp hair clung to his forehead; droplets traced his cheeks. His loose white shirt, soaked through, clung transparently to his frame, hinting at pale skin beneath.
Su Peng’s gaze snagged.
[Su Peng’s Favorability +5]
*Only five points left!*
*Diligence really works!*
Heartened, An Han mopped with renewed vigor, flashing Su Peng a warm smile. “Stop wiping the mattress. Sleep in my bed tonight—I’ll handle this.”
“Isn’t that… awkward?”
“What’s awkward? I’m pulling an all-nighter anyway.” Alcohol had sharpened An Han’s mood. He swayed lightly while mopping, as if dancing to a silent upbeat tune.
Su Peng hesitated—but An Han already tugged his arm. “Up. I need to clean the mattress.”
“Alright.”
“If Chen Junjie smells this later, he’ll start another fight.”
“Why’s your relationship so bad?”
“I won’t bother arguing. *He* started it,” An Han grumbled. “First day of semester—I claimed the top bunk first. But he was too scared to confront Brother Long, so he pressured *me* to switch. Just ’cause I’m short and skinny? Easy target.”
Su Peng blinked. “Then what?”
“I fought him! With a better physique back then, I’d have sent him to the hospital!”
That’s why An Han obsessed over his body. The system’s physique reward had thrilled him—he thought he’d finally escape frailty.
Instead? Frailty remained. He’d just become… gracefully feminine.
