After watching Su Peng leave, An Han—who had just been so loud and energetic—immediately quieted down.
"He didn't even get mad?"
An Han poked at the leftover grilled cold noodles with a skewer, resting his chin on one hand as he leaned against the table, muttering to himself, "He definitely would've gotten angry before, right?"
"Could it be because of that 'affection' trait?"
Because of the increased affection level, things that used to be utterly intolerable now only made Su Peng sigh in resignation—even going along with An Han's antics?
It was like how other people's noisy kids were labeled "brats," but your own noisy kid was "full of energy."
…Actually, that analogy wasn't quite right. An Han felt like he was getting the short end of the stick.
After finishing the half-spilled grilled cold noodles, An Han got to work putting on his women's clothes.
Although his meeting with Long Xing wasn't until evening, trying it on now gave him more time to make adjustments.
"But seriously—why do I have to meet him in women's clothes?"
An Han groaned lifelessly as he struggled into the outfit, grumbling to himself, "Why does this fit so much better now?"
Last time he'd worn women's clothes, his shoulders had felt painfully constricted, making it difficult to even get dressed. But this time, everything fit surprisingly well—as if his shoulders had narrowed considerably.
"Did I stretch the clothes out last time?"
Maybe all that climbing over walls in drag had stretched the sleeves. But after carefully inspecting the outfit, he found no signs of damage.
It had been quite a while since then anyway—returning the clothes was probably impossible even if they were undamaged.
Feeling a pang of heartache, An Han handled the outfit more gently, afraid of tearing anything.
Once fully dressed, he stood before the bathroom mirror and stared at his reflection.
"It hasn't even been that many days since I last cross-dressed…"
"Why does it look so much more natural now?"
He leaned closer to the mirror, scrutinizing his face.
The +1 Appearance attribute had subtly refined his features—his facial structure now appeared more harmonious and balanced. The few acne scars he'd had were nearly gone, his pores looked finer, and even his eyebrows seemed to exude a quiet handsomeness.
"So nice~"
An Han began to suspect the system wasn't meant to make him rich at all—but to turn him into some pretty-faced gigolo.
This time, his cross-dressing felt almost seamless. Even without makeup, he looked in the mirror and saw what could pass for a real girl.
After all, even famously handsome actors rarely looked bad in women's roles on screen—good-looking guys simply looked good in everything.
Feeling smug, An Han deliberately pouted and struck a cute pose in the mirror.
"I've truly mastered cross-dressing~"
That said, if he lifted the sides of the wig covering his cheeks, the sharper, more masculine jawline underneath was still visible.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he yawned and flopped onto the bed.
He still had half a day before meeting Long Xing, so he figured he'd take a proper nap at the motel.
Back in the dorm, there was never any chance for an afternoon nap—his roommates were always loud, especially when gaming. (Chen Junjie deserved special mention.)
He closed his eyes, trying to drift off.
But in the quiet, he became acutely aware of the snug pressure around his thighs—and the cool, silky sensation of the pantyhose clinging to his skin.
Gently rubbing his legs together, he found the smooth texture oddly soothing, even relaxing.
"I feel like I'm being turned into a full-time cross-dresser…"
Muttering this, he rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the blanket.
Thanks to the skirt, he could move freely in bed without anything pinching or tearing. The top was light and soft too—this outfit was honestly more comfortable than his usual sleepwear.
Only the wig kept brushing against his face or eyes, tickling him in a way he still wasn't used to.
...
Ding~
When Su Peng returned with the shopping bags, all he saw was a slender, delicate-looking girl curled up on the bed, hugging the blanket like a stuffed toy, fast asleep.
"…"
The girl's long legs, sheathed in thigh-high pantyhose, curved with graceful definition. Her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh, revealing the snow-white "absolute territory" between her pantyhose and underwear. The hem of her top had also crept upward, exposing a sliver of smooth, pale waist.
Did I walk into the wrong room?
Su Peng glanced down at his keycard, then silently stepped back out and double-checked the room number.
Nope. This was definitely the right room.
Could the owner have accidentally double-booked it?
Or… was the girl on the bed actually An Han in drag?
Swallowing hard, Su Peng worried the girl might wake up suddenly and mistake him for some creepy pervert—but he couldn't help himself. Quietly, he tiptoed around the bed until he stood in front of her and leaned down slightly.
Yep. It was definitely An Han.
Even with the wig and women's clothes, An Han looked almost indistinguishable from a real girl at first glance—but Su Peng recognized him instantly.
"So you've even developed a habit of sleeping in women's clothes, huh?"
He muttered, setting the shopping bags aside and turning to close the door—only for his eyes to be drawn again to An Han's slightly puffed cheeks.
That's when he noticed—An Han had dimples.
And he seemed to have gained a bit of weight too. His face was fuller now, no longer the gaunt, bony look from before. Rosy and soft, it was downright… cute.
His skin looked great too—must've been using some fancy skincare.
Almost without thinking, Su Peng reached out and lightly touched An Han's cheek. His fingertip pressed in slightly, creating a tiny dimple.
So soft. So smooth. So delicate.
The next second, he yanked his hand back as if burned and stumbled backward several steps, eyes wide with horror.
Am I about to get turned gay?!
Wait a minute—An Han suddenly insisted on cross-dressing and dragged me into helping him… Could it be that he's actually trying to seduce me?! Is this his sneaky way of flirting?!
And now he's even "accidentally" sleeping in a pose meant to tempt men?!
He'd read stories like this online—but was it really happening in real life?!
"Mmm…?"
The touch had disturbed An Han, who'd only been in light sleep. His long lashes fluttered as he opened his bright eyes, his dark pupils locking onto Su Peng's face just inches away.
They stared at each other in stunned silence for a beat—then Su Peng immediately turned and bolted for the door.
"Wait!"
An Han leapt off the bed instantly.
Like hell I'll wait! If I stay any longer, I'll get seduced and turned gay!
"I only slept in this outfit because I was exhausted! Exhausted, okay?!" An Han's face burned crimson as he desperately tried to explain. "I'm not a pervert! I swear! I just wanted to test if the outfit fit properly! That's all!"
He jumped down from the bed and grabbed Su Peng's arm, his voice earnest. "Seriously!"
Su Peng turned back and looked at him silently.
An Han's explanation didn't quite match the wild scenarios playing out in his head.
"I'm not a pervert! Don't tell anyone!"
"…Alright. I won't."
"Phew." An Han visibly relaxed, then immediately switched to complaining, "But why didn't you knock before coming in?!"
"Who could've guessed that in just one hour, you'd already be dressed up and enjoying the feeling of sleeping in women's clothes?"
An Han's already-red face now looked like it was on fire.
"It was an accident!" he hissed through gritted teeth.