With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 48

“I’m home!”

Lin Xuening, drowning in oversized clothes, successfully made it to Xia Xi’s apartment.

Using the key he’d given her, she stepped inside and was immediately greeted by a shoe rack near the entrance—filled with both men’s and women’s shoes, likely belonging to Xia Xi and his sister, Xia Yue.

And right above the shoe rack sat a brown handbag, neatly placed.

“Perfect, it’s still here!”

The first thing Lin Xuening did upon entering was toss the bulky borrowed clothes onto the sofa, stripping down until she was only wearing Xia Xi’s black boxers.

She grabbed the bag—which had always been hers—and set it on the coffee table.

“Heh, good thing Xia Xi never checked what was inside. That would’ve been awkward.”

She rummaged through it and pulled out a few small, four-inch photos, cradling them in her hands with a silly grin.

The pictures were all very unflattering shots of Xia Xi.

Him dozing off in class. Him raging over a video game. And—most damning of all—him getting pooped on by a bird in the middle of the street.

Xia Xi himself probably didn’t even remember that last one.

“Oh right! I heard boys like to hide weird stuff in their rooms. Wonder if that’s true?”

She knew snooping was bad, but… well, curiosity was a powerful thing. She wasn’t about to rifle through his desk drawers—just a quick peek under the bed and the corners of the closet.

After all, anime always said guys stashed those kinds of magazines in places like that.

“Huh? There’s nothing here at all~”

To her surprise, she didn’t find a single suspicious item.

But that didn’t mean she walked away empty-handed.

The ever-graceful class president stared blankly at Xia Xi’s closet—packed with all sorts of clothes—before slowly, very slowly, her expression shifted into something else entirely…

Meanwhile…

Xia Xi, squeezed into clothes that didn’t fit at all, knocked on an unfamiliar door.

“I’m home,” he called out.

Warm voices greeted him in response.

Lin Xuening’s mother cooed, “Xiao Xue, you’re back! Come eat—it’s pouring outside, you didn’t get soaked, did you?”

Her father, pretending to be stern, huffed, “Tch, that rain should’ve washed you away. Not even a phone call. Guess you’re too grown-up to care now.”

It was the kind of roundabout, affectionate scolding Xia Xi had never experienced before.

“Sorry for worrying you,” he said sincerely, bowing slightly.

He’d assumed Lin Xuening came from one of those strict, high-pressure families obsessed with grades. But this? This was just… normal. Warm.

“You feeling okay, sweetie? You don’t sound like yourself,” Lin’s mother pressed the back of her hand to Xia Xi’s forehead. “No fever…”

Right. The real Lin Xuening would’ve just breezed in with a “Relax, I’m fine! Let’s eat!”—not an actual apology.

“I’m fine, M…Mom,” Xia Xi smiled, swapping into a pair of kitten-print slippers (definitely Lin Xuening’s) before heading inside.

The parents exchanged a glance but didn’t push further, just piled his plate high at dinner and reminded him to shower after resting a bit.

And in the kitchen? A steaming bowl of ginger tea, freshly brewed, waiting for him.

Later, in Lin Xuening’s bathroom…

Xia Xi dried himself off with a fluffy white towel adorned with tiny yellow cats.

The faint, familiar scent clinging to it confirmed his suspicion—this was her personal towel.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, he stepped into her bedroom and took a proper look around.

Hmm… Neat. Too neat.

Books lined up on shelves. Clothes hung perfectly. None of that “cute girl, disastrous room” trope from anime.

So… did the ever-proper class president secretly own any “toys”?

Grinning mischievously, Xia Xi flopped onto her bed and yanked the pillow up—

Nope. Nothing.

“No way. No way someone as secretly devious as Lin Xuening is this clean. I refuse to believe it!”

And so, mirroring what Lin Xuening was also doing in his room right now, he checked under the bed and the deepest corners of her closet.

Lin Xuening had a lot of clothes—so many that most were hung on racks around the room, leaving the actual closet half-empty.

Which made it the perfect hiding spot.

After finding nothing under the bed, Xia Xi’s gaze landed on the closet.

Staring at the rows of pastel dresses and frilly tops, a pang of guilt hit him.

Should I really be digging through a girl’s closet? This isn’t right…

But… but this was Lin Xuening. The girl who’d forced him to parade around in a JK uniform. Justice demanded answers!

An angel and devil brawled on his shoulders—and as usual, the devil won.

This isn’t curiosity! This is payback!

With that flimsy justification, he reached into the darkest corner—

And touched metal.

Heart pounding, he pulled out a small, unlocked box and placed it on her sticker-covered desk.

“Heh. Time to expose you, Lin Xuening. Let’s see what secrets you’ve been hiding!”

With dramatic flair, he lifted the lid—

“What?! This isn’t a toy!”

Instead, inside was a stack of facedown photos.

The first one he flipped over showed him—first year of college, standing at the podium, mid-passionate speech during class elections.

His eye twitched. She took a picture of this?! And printed it?!

“Don’t tell me the rest are also…”

Hands shaking, he checked the next photo.

Yep. Him again.

This time, in军训 uniform, sweat glistening on his forehead, grinning like an idiot.

“Oh god…”

One after another, every photo was him.

Him studying in the library.
Him laughing with friends.
Him sleeping with drool on his face in the middle of a lecture.

Xia Xi’s face burned.

“Lin Xuening… you stalker.”