With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 90

“So, what exactly were you talking about earlier? What did you mean by ‘that kind of thing’?”

Xia Yue sipped happily on the new milk tea her brother had bought her.

“Just drink your milk tea. Kids shouldn’t ask about grown-up stuff.”

Of course, Xia Xi wasn’t going to tell her.

That dream had been way too embarrassing—things like shouting “I’m imouto-sama’s loyal dog!” were downright terrifying.

Even now, he could still feel a phantom itch on the soles of his feet. Maybe it was some weird psychological aftereffect of the nightmare.

“Hmph, fine. Keep your secrets.”

Xia Yue slurped loudly on her milk tea before mumbling,

“Oh yeah, bro, I swapped out your toothbrush.”

“Huh? Why? What happened to the old one?”

Just the mention of a toothbrush made his feet tingle again. That thing was on a whole other level compared to a measly feather.

But his old toothbrush had been perfectly fine—why would she replace it?

“Uh, well… I just thought yours was too… um, dirty. So I got you a new one. Cleaner, y’know?”

Her gaze flickered guiltily toward Xia Xi’s lower half—specifically, the feet in his Hatsune Miku slippers—before she quickly buried her face back in her milk tea.

“Alright, sure. It has been a while. No big deal.”

Xia Xi didn’t think much of it, assuming his sister was just being hygienic.

With nothing else to do, he picked up his phone and opened the QQ group chat titled “Anti-Author Strike Force.”

Big Bro Sun Wukong: “Yo, y’all see the ending the old bastard wrote for Dragon II?”

Chu Xia Forever: “Obviously. And now I wanna mail him a box of razor blades. Anyone got his address?”

Dawn Knows Nothing About Dragon Clan: “No clue. The guy’s too famous now—doxxing him would land you in jail. Ugh, why can’t he just take notes from that other author, Willow Demon Lord, and write some fluffy romance instead?”

Reading their complaints, Xia Xi couldn’t help but grin.

Back in his past life, he’d also been emotionally wrecked by Dragon Clan. But now that he was the one doing the wrecking? The satisfaction was unreal.

No wonder so many authors loved writing tragedy—not only did it leave a lasting impression, but watching readers suffer in the comments was pure entertainment.

Smirking, he typed a quick message.

The Scheming Old Bastard: “DOXX HIM! Don’t hold back—just DOXX HIM!”

Of course, Xia Xi was just joking. He didn’t actually believe anyone would doxx him, so he happily stirred the pot, amused by how passionately the group talked big while doing absolutely nothing.

Come to think of it, how had he ended up in this group?

Oh right—he’d once used a burner account to comment “I hope the old bastard dies horribly” under his own novel, and someone had immediately invited him to this 200-member hate club.

According to the group bio, their sole purpose was to one day track him down IRL and… “have a chat.”

Little Monster’s #1 Fan: “Let’s wait and see. Dragon III’s almost done, right? If he kills off my precious Little Monster, we’re definitely showing him no mercy.”

This “Little Monster’s #1 Fan” seemed like an insider, often dropping obscure spoilers in the group.

Reading her threat, Xia Xi scoffed. Jiang Nan’s the one who killed her off—what does that have to do with me, Dawn? Go bother him instead!

Knock knock knock.

Just as he was about to defend himself (anonymously, of course), someone rapped on the door.

“Huh? Who’d visit this early? Dummy bro, did you mess around with some girl’s feelings and now she’s here to confront you?”

“Don’t spout nonsense. Your brother’s a loyal, one-woman man—definitely not some playboy.”

He grabbed a small blanket and draped it over his legs, then gestured for Xia Yue to answer the door.

It wasn’t that he was lazy—it’s just that his current proportions (bulky upper body, tiny lower half) looked way too bizarre. Xia Yue, despite being taller than usual, at least had normal proportions.

“Coming~!”

Xia Yue understood the situation, so she cheerfully trotted to the door and peered through the peephole.

Hehe, being taller is so convenient—don’t even need a stool to see out now.

“It’s a super pretty JK sister! Bro, you so owe me an explanation!”

She threw the door open while shooting a teasing glance at Xia Xi.

Lin Xuening stood outside, nervous.

Hearing a girl’s voice, she’d initially panicked—was Xia Xi already living with a girlfriend? But then the girl called him “bro,” and she relaxed.

Right, Xia Xi had mentioned a younger sister. With high schools on winter break, it made sense for her to be home. She’d just overthought things.

“Hi there! You must be Xia Xi’s little sister? Just as cute as he said~ I’m his classmate—you can call me Snow Sis!”

Xia Yue shot a suspicious look at her brother. Yeah right, like this dummy would ever call me cute. He’d probably say something like ‘annoying brat.’

“Ciallo, Snow Sis~ Come on in!”

Ciallo? Is that some foreign greeting?

Lin Xuening didn’t understand the weird slang but smiled anyway, swapping her loafers for guest slippers before following Xia Yue inside.

Though… now that she got a proper look, Xia Xi’s sister seemed really tall—just a bit… disproportionate?

“What brings you here?”

Xia Xi was baffled. They weren’t exactly the type to casually visit each other’s homes—why would she suddenly drop by?

“Well, since it’s getting colder, and I happened to have an extra scarf, I figured someone as lazy as you wouldn’t bother buying one. So here you go!”

She pulled out a grayish-white scarf from her bag.

Judging by its uneven texture, it definitely didn’t look store-bought. More like… handmade?

(Though, it could also have been fished out of a dumpster.)

“Oh, uh… thanks. Just put it on the table. Xia Yue, get Snow Sis some water.”

Xia Xi was really hoping she’d leave soon—before she noticed the tiny legs hidden under his blanket. But since she’d brought a gift and was being so friendly, kicking her out would be rude.

Lin Xuening made herself comfortable, plopping down on the sofa right next to him.

“By the way, is it that cold? You’ve got a blanket over your legs and everything…”

The temperature was a mild 23°C—hardly freezing. Yet Xia Xi had his legs completely covered, which puzzled her.

“Haha, I’ve just been feeling weirdly chilly today, so…”

“Want me to make you some ginger tea? Super warming!”

“N-No thanks!”

(I’d probably end up hospitalized again!) he screamed internally.

Meanwhile, Xia Yue skipped off to fetch water, grumbling to herself:

“Tch. Ordering your adorable little sister around like some servant… How heartless, Onii-chan~”