“Alright, I’m not blaming you or anything.”
Like she’d said from the start, Luo Xinyu didn’t mind how many close female friends he had—she just wanted to hold the most important place in his heart. Hmph, she was a proper young lady after all—asking for the biggest spot in his heart wasn’t too much, was it?
“They’re all good girls, so don’t you go disappointing them. Just don’t string them along like some player—that would break their hearts.”
Xia Xi understood everything Luo Xinyu was saying. It wasn’t like he was deliberately leading them on, right?
As for the Liu sisters, he’d already cut back on contact with them significantly—most of their interactions were just polite friendliness.
And Lin Xuening…
Well, it seemed like his dear Xinyu and little sister Xia Yu cared way more about her than he did.
If he didn’t know for sure that all three of them were straight, he’d honestly start wondering if they’d secretly gotten together behind his back.
The way they tossed around “Little Xue,” “Little Yu,” and “Xinyu-jie”—so sweet, so natural, so practiced.
Xia Xi just couldn’t believe that ordinary girls’ friendships were that close.
At least in his experience, even good girlfriends usually called each other by their names or nicknames—at most, they’d shorten the name and add a “little” in front, like “Xiao Ming” or “Xiao Hong.”
As for using “big sister” and “little sister” like Luo Xinyu and the others did—that was rare.
In modern times, those two terms seemed to be used more often to refer to oneself. Confident, cool girls liked to start their sentences with “your big sis here…,” while certain passive-aggressive types preferred calling themselves “little sister.”
That reminded him of that viral “Daiyu-style” way of talking—you know, the whole “If big brother says so, then it must be little sister’s fault” routine. The moment those words came out, you could practically smell the faux-innocent tea wafting through the air.
“I know, I know.”
Faced with Luo Xinyu’s requests, Xia Xi could only nod along repeatedly.
“By the way, Xinyu, when are we swapping back? This feels really weird…”
Like right now.
Xia Xi was using Luo Xinyu’s delicate, soft female body, leaning sideways as if pledging loyalty to Luo Xinyu, who was using his body. From his perspective, it looked like he was some kind of guy crushing on another guy.
“No rush—I think we’re pretty great like this~”
Luo Xinyu didn’t want to swap back just yet.
Her eyes darted around, then she sat up straight. With the taller, stronger male body, her viewpoint suddenly shifted to looking down at him.
Then, mimicking what Xia Xi had done earlier, she cupped his face with both large hands and leaned in a little closer.
This time, Xia Xi’s ears immediately started burning.
Earlier, when he’d been the one doing that move, he’d felt nothing at all. But now that their roles were reversed, a faint wave of embarrassment wrapped around his heart.
“Xinyu, don’t…”
Xia Xi struggled a little, trying to push away this young lady who was clearly trying to tease him.
Unfortunately, with his current strength, it was completely useless.
He was forced to hold eye contact with Luo Xinyu.
They were both staring at faces that didn’t belong to them, yet somehow, through the surface, they could see each other’s true selves.
The atmosphere gradually started shifting into something… different.
Maybe it was the influence of female hormones, but Xia Xi’s body began to warm up, his legs fidgeting restlessly. Even though he hadn’t done any strenuous exercise, he couldn’t help but start breathing a little heavier.
And then—
“Big sis, Xia Xi-ge, dinner’s… ready…”
Luo Xingchen, now dressed in a sharp set of men’s clothes with all his makeup removed, had chosen the worst possible moment to push open the door.
When his gaze landed on the two of them sitting in the same chair, leaning into each other, locking eyes… he swallowed hard, his throat letting out a gulp.
“Sorry—I’m interrupting! I didn’t see anything!”
BANG! The door slammed shut again!
But the mood from before had already scattered completely.
Just like in so many TV dramas—just when the male and female leads are about to have that key emotional moment, someone always barges in to ruin the vibe. And it’s always someone close to them.
Probably because if it were a stranger, they’d be pushing up daisies by next year.
“Ahem… Xinyu, should we go eat first?”
Taking advantage of Luo Xingchen’s interruption, Xia Xi gently pushed Luo Xinyu away and stood up a little flustered.
With his face all flushed like that, he looked even more like a girl than Luo Xinyu did at the moment!
“Alright, alright.”
Luo Xinyu shrugged, not really bothered by her little brother’s terrible timing.
It was all going to happen sooner or later anyway.
——–
In the villa’s small dining room.
Luo Jingcheng, Luo Xingchen, Luo Xinyu, and Xia Xi sat around the table.
Off to the side stood a neat row of young maids, ready to attend to their masters’ every command.
For example, if Luo Xingchen wanted some shrimp, a maid would step forward to peel it for him. If he had special requests, she could even personally feed it to him.
The whole feeding play thing—some people were into that kind of stuff.
Of course, in front of his dad and his big sister, Luo Xingchen would never embarrass himself like that. Having a maid feed him in front of family? How mortifying!
He wasn’t some arrogant, spoiled rich brat—he didn’t have that thick of a face.
“Come on, come on, dear daughter, try some of this—your old man here spent a pretty penny on these premium ingredients.”
Luo Jingcheng hadn’t seen his daughter in a long time, so he was being especially warm and attentive at the table.
All traces of that stern, imposing superior demeanor were completely gone.
“Thank you, Dad.”
Xia Xi didn’t overthink the word “Dad” either—right now, his identity was Luo Xinyu, and as Luo Xinyu, calling Luo Jingcheng “Dad” was perfectly normal.
He thought it was normal—but in the eyes of Luo Xinyu, the true owner of that body, it was a whole different story.
To her, it felt like her “son-in-law” and her “father-in-law” were flirting with each other.
Thinking that, she couldn’t help the corners of her mouth from curving upward.
Luo Xingchen noticed her expression and shot her a puzzled look.
Why did it feel like… Xia Xi-ge was looking all pleased watching Dad pile food onto Big Sis’s plate?
Shaking his head, Luo Xingchen decided not to think too much about it. All he knew was that this Xia Xi-ge was a great guy—he’d rescued him from his sister who’d suddenly demanded he cross-dress!
Good people deserve shrimp!
He flicked his fingers, and immediately a pretty maid in a uniform stepped forward to start peeling shrimp.
“Xinyu, try some of this shrimp~”
But when the maid placed the shrimp in her bowl, Luo Xinyu picked it up with her chopsticks and personally fed it to Xia Xi’s mouth, calling out that intimate “Xinyu” as naturally and smoothly as if she’d been doing it her whole life~
