“What’s wrong? You don’t like the food?” Sitting across from Ji Yuenian, Ji Haotong keenly noticed the slight change in her expression and raised an eyebrow as he asked.
“It’s nothing, it’s just a bit too hot.” Ji Yuenian shook her head lightly. As she spoke, she blew several times on the corn, but under the table, her small hand unconsciously scratched at her chest.
So itchy~~
When breakfast was over, Ji Yuenian returned to her own bedroom, leaned back against the swivel chair, and spun around several times in a row.
She picked up the medicine bottle on her desk without any labels, poured out three pills, swallowed them with water, and then opened her laptop.
While the computer was booting up, Ji Yuenian couldn’t help but scratch her chest again. The ticklish feeling, mixed with a faint electric tingle, made her press lightly on the spot—it felt a bit numb, too.
Ming Yue’er Changzhong: “Jiang Chi, are you there?”
She sent the message, and less than three minutes later, the other party replied.
Chilong Baby Loves Bathing: “I’m here.”
Ming Yue’er Changzhong: “Does your medicine have any side effects?”
Chilong Baby Loves Bathing: “What makes you say that?”
“I just keep feeling all itchy lately.”
Tapping on the keyboard, her slender little hand scratched at her chest again in frustration. The beautiful, cool goddess furrowed her elegant brows, visibly troubled.
“My lower abdomen is often swollen and hot, too, kind of like my meridians are being opened. How about you take me to the hospital for another check-up this week?”
“You’re just going through a second round of development.”
“What do you mean?”
“……We just had a biology class yesterday about female anatomy and physiological periods.”
“Oh, I still don’t get it. I was catching up on sleep during those two classes, you know. There’s a new character that came out recently, and I’ve been grinding the game.”
“……Just take it as your body growing up.”
In another corner of the city, in the Jiang family’s bedroom, Jiang Chi had just finished doing pull-ups. Sweat soaked his T-shirt, and though there was a hint of fatigue on his handsome face, his eyes sparkled with energy. He glanced sideways at the computer screen beside him.
So dumb~
Looking at Ji Yuenian’s string of replies, Jiang Chi couldn’t suppress the upward curve of his lips.
She’s so dumb, and yet he couldn’t help but find her a little cute.
Ding~
A new message from someone who prided herself on being a “manly man”—a big-busted, airheaded goddess.
Ming Yue’er Changzhong: “Hey, Chi Bao, I haven’t had meat in days. Is it okay if we… this Saturday? expectant little hands rubbing together.JPG“
Seeing this message, the smile on Jiang Chi’s lips grew even wider as he moved his fingers to type.
“You should practice abstinence.”
“……”
On the other end, staring at these four succinct words, a certain beautiful goddess scratched her hair in exasperation, a face full of gloom and frustration.
Abstinence, abstinence, every day it’s abstinence.
Humanity evolved over tens of millions of years to stand at the top of the food chain, inventing countless fun little toys and gadgets, not so she could come to this world and just “eat vegetables” all the time.
She used to be the “Water Dragon King” and a “toy specialist” every day, but now she couldn’t even have plain rice and tea.
How was she supposed to adapt to this?
And who says what doctors say is always right? They didn’t even know what kind of mental illness she had, so how could they just tell her to abstain?
Rolling around on the bed in frustration several times, our Ji—abstinence type but craving more—goddess grabbed her pillow, and, like a wife whose husband hadn’t “paid his dues” in months, flailed about, venting her discontent with both hands and feet.
Outside the bedroom, at the dining table, recalling Ji Yuenian’s series of strange behaviors just now, Ji Haotong tapped on the table and frowned, muttering to himself.
“Little bro can’t really be eating that stuff, can he?”
If before he had only suspected, now he was almost certain.
Not to mention anything else—just those two exaggerated mounds, no longer as taut as usual, and the faint feminine scent coming from Ji Yuenian. Having attended three thousand blind dates in the past two months and practically bathed in the women’s circle, Ji Haotong’s suspicion had risen from ten percent to thirty percent!
Should I tell Mom and Dad?–This thought flashed in Ji Haotong’s mind for just a few seconds before he dismissed it.
Never mind Mom and Dad’s uncertain attitude toward that group—even if Dad found out Little Bro was into that stuff, wouldn’t he just break Jier’s legs?
And also…
Little Bro is thin-skinned and cares about face and reputation. If Mom and Dad interrogated him in person, Ji Haotong, as the big brother, feared Ji Yuenian might do something impulsive, like cosplay as a teru teru bozu.
At that thought, his expression turned a little odd.
So… not only could he not tell Mom and Dad, he had to help cover for his little bro.
And not just that—even if the truth came out, he couldn’t be blunt about it. He needed to hint at it, gently, and slowly change Little Bro’s mindset.
Illness from taking medicine isn’t just a physical disease—it’s a sickness of the heart.
He needed to treat her not only physically, but also heal her soul.
In short, guide her from feminine decay to masculine vigor.
*****
Meanwhile, in front of the vanity mirror in the bedroom, Ji Yuenian, bare-chested and with her stomach exposed, grabbed a handful of soft white fullness, her brows furrowed and her expression puzzled: “Why are they so big?”
“They definitely weren’t this big before, were they?” The stunning beauty muttered to herself, her eyes sparkling, “Does the body keep developing here, too?”
Because of childhood trauma, Ji Yuenian had put all her stat points into strength and body over the years. As for studying—never mind, she just trusted in her little brothers’ note-passing skills!
Biology, history, politics—she’d listen in class if she was in a good mood, but if not, she’d just play games or sleep.
Ji Yuenian poked at the big white bunny, then flicked the cherry red tip, a tingling electric current running from her fingertips, making her let out a soft whimper.
Good, it’s confirmed—they really have grown.
“Little bro.” Just then, Ji Haotong’s steady voice came from outside the bedroom.
“What is it?”
“I’ve got a few books from a female client. My bookshelf is full, so I’m leaving them here for a few days. I’ll buy a new shelf later.”
“Okay, I’m in the bathroom. Just leave them by the door, I’ll get them later.”
Outside the bedroom door, Ji Haotong nodded and replied, “Alright,” before turning to leave.
About three or four minutes later, the door opened a crack, a ray of sunlight sneaked in, and the beautiful woman, still recovering from her earlier daze, reached out, grabbed the books, and quickly pulled them in.
“The 108 Delicate Girl Makeup Techniques of East Asia’s Four Great Evil Arts”
“On Analyzing the Subtle Movements of Cross-Dressing”
“The Subtle Differences Between Male and Female Body Structures”
“What to Do if Your Boyfriend Likes a Runway—Nine Types of Bondage”
At her desk, Ji Yuenian stared at the opened books, the bold black calligraphy shining under the fluorescent lamp, her face taking on a slightly strange expression.
So… big bro reads these books?
Wait, no—they were from a female client.
Thinking back to what Ji Haotong had said earlier, Ji Yuenian nodded. A female client could indeed give these things as gifts. She ran her fingers over the book covers and slowly flipped them open.
Don’t get her wrong, she’s not here to study, not trying to patch up her own cross-dressing loopholes—she’s just curious, that’s all.
Today, a certain stubborn-mouthed beauty was still a “big man”!!