Jiang Ling lowered her head, constantly tugging down at the thin, short, nearly see-through fabric she wore, her ears burning red.

Her figure was already on the petite side, but this tiny camisole was even more over the top—it barely covered her body from just below the collarbone to just above the tops of her thighs.

The whole outfit was a pale white, loosely draping down, and the semi-transparent material hid her skin just enough. It looked as if she’d lost her bottoms, revealing smooth, straight legs. Beneath the narrow, delicate straps, a hint of pink peeked out—clearly the color of her undergarments—like a bite-sized strawberry cake, irresistibly cute and tempting.

Realizing what she was wearing, Jiang Ling’s face was full of embarrassment and frustration.

How is this any different from qqny?!

She thought angrily, shooting an annoyed glare at Bai Xue, who was grinning beside her. “Is this funny to you?”

Bai Xue nodded immediately. “Very funny.”

Jiang Ling’s hands, clutching the hem of her outfit, trembled slightly as her voice rose in shame. “Does it look good?!”

“It looks amazing~”

Bai Xue beamed and clapped her hands.

“You, you, you… Hurry up and get me something normal to wear!”

Jiang Ling grabbed her arm and shook it anxiously.

“It’s just an ordinary camisole, Jiang Ling. What exactly is going on in your head?”

Hearing this, Bai Xue took the initiative, leaving Jiang Ling stammering, unable to get a word out.

It really is a camisole… but who in their right mind would let a group member wear something like this as sleepwear?!

So Jiang Ling blurted out, “Pervert!”

As soon as she said it, Jiang Ling saw Bai Xue raise an eyebrow and step closer, easily grabbing her wrist.

She stared straight at Jiang Ling.

“If you’re going to say that, shouldn’t I at least do something to deserve the accusation?”

Jiang Ling instinctively took half a step back, only to find she had nowhere left to retreat, and fell straight onto the soft bed, stammering as she tried to struggle. “Um, we have training tomorrow, so how about we just go to sleep now!”

Bai Xue leaned in, her knees pressing between Jiang Ling’s, lips curling into a meaningful smile. “So eager?”

Jiang Ling froze, then realized Bai Xue was twisting her words.

“That’s not what I meant!!!”

Before she could say anything more, Bai Xue effortlessly pushed her down onto the bed.

“Thud——”

Jiang Ling fell back, her dress in disarray, one side riding up to reveal her cute, tiny navel.

“Ha…”

She panted, feeling Bai Xue’s fingers lightly tracing her waist and stomach, the ticklish sensation making Jiang Ling press her lips tightly together.

Clearly, nothing overboard was happening, but deep inside, she felt a wave of restless agitation she couldn’t bear.

Bai Xue watched her squirm and dodge, looking so pitiful, and cheerfully poked her waist. “Relax, I won’t do anything to you.”

“At least not right now.”

She finished, chuckled to herself, and without warning, got up to turn off the room’s lights.

The light vanished all at once. Jiang Ling instinctively gripped the bedsheet, then felt someone turn her over and hug her tightly from behind.

…A certain part pressed against her face.

The almost suffocating feeling made Jiang Ling desperately pat at the arm wrapped around her.

She felt like tomorrow’s headlines would feature her.

Unknown underground idol group member murdered by her captain with a lethal weapon in the dorm.

“Go to sleep.”

Luckily, Bai Xue only tangled with her for a moment before loosening her grip, her voice calm.

The summer heat lingered, and Jiang Ling could clearly feel a sticky sensation where their skin touched—probably from sweating—but Bai Xue didn’t budge, refusing to let go.

After struggling several times to no avail, Jiang Ling resigned herself, nestling into a comfortable position in Bai Xue’s arms to sleep.

If you can’t fight it, enjoy it!

After all, in every sense, Bai Xue’s embrace was quite comfortable.

The next day.

Jiang Ling was woken up by the heat—again.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted by a view of Bai Xue’s snowy-white chest, stealing her gaze, and Bai Xue’s unguarded, peaceful sleeping face.

Without makeup, she lost her usual aggressive edge, her skin smooth like a peeled egg, but her features still had that alluring, queenly air. Jiang Ling couldn’t help but study her for a while.

If only her personality wasn’t so terrible…

Jiang Ling thought, carefully lifting Bai Xue’s arm from around her and setting it aside, then quietly slipping out of bed.

After completing this sequence, Jiang Ling clicked her tongue.

Why does this feel more and more like some strange scenario?

If there were a stack of bright red bills by the bed right now, it’d be even more suspicious.

She shook her head, banishing those jumbled thoughts, quickly changed into her usual clothes, and let out a heavy sigh.

Jiang Ling silently vowed to herself: She would never wear that kind of weird outfit again!

It’s definitely not a flag, nope!

After tidying up, she tiptoed back to her own room. Lin Xiaoyu was still fast asleep, so Jiang Ling quickly washed up and headed out, slipping into the practice room.

There was another roadshow this week, same as last time, just with slightly different outfits.

But more importantly, their first public performance was coming up.

Jiang Ling checked the dates and realized the day she’d marked wasn’t far off. A surge of excitement bubbled up, so she opened the “Dangerous Party” dance video and watched it over and over.

She’d already memorized most of the moves, but she still needed to practice the expressions and details for the performance.

While watching the video, Jiang Ling heard the practice room door open. She looked up in confusion and met Mo Ran’s slightly surprised gaze.

“Why are you up so early?”

It was true—Jiang Ling had never gotten up early to practice before. But seeing how awake Mo Ran looked, clearly not just out of bed, she asked, “Do you always get up early to practice?”

“Yeah… pretty much. I have more free time in the mornings.”

Mo Ran nodded, mumbling a little.

Jiang Ling didn’t ask further, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I’m not bothering your practice by being here, am I?”

“Not at all.”

Mo Ran didn’t mind at all. She walked over to Jiang Ling’s side and glanced at her phone screen. “Dangerous Party…”

After thinking a moment, she asked, “The duet with Nannan?”

Jiang Ling nodded, suddenly realizing Mo Ran’s dancing was quite good too, so she humbly asked for advice. “I’ve memorized all the moves, but something still feels off. Why is that?”

Mo Ran watched the sample stage again, thoughtful. “Hmm, probably just missing the right feeling.”

“Feeling?”

Jiang Ling tilted her head in confusion, and Mo Ran replied seriously, “It’s a duet, after all, and it’s kind of on the sultry side. You need to really get into it. For example—”

Before she could finish, the practice room door opened again and Fang Wannian walked in, yawning sleepily.

“Morning…”

“Exactly.”

Mo Ran suddenly nodded, grinning brightly as she pointed at the clueless Fang Wannian and said to Jiang Ling:

“From now on, just pretend she’s your girlfriend.”