Chapter 64: The Sweet Treat

Xiao Moyuan naturally had no intention of letting Su Mian leave.

He was merely sticking to his plan.

This little fox, however, was quite amusing. Was she planning to use a honey trap to keep him here?

“Gege…”

Su Mian bit her lip, pulling on Xiao Moyuan’s hand as she continued to wheedle, “Just let me stay, please. I want to be with Gege tomorrow too…”

“Tonight, I’ll give Gege a ‘sweet treat,’ alright?”

Xiao Moyuan fell silent.

Su Mian’s mind raced.

‘What did this silence mean?’

‘Even if he wouldn’t agree, he could at least say something!’

‘Standing there so stiffly made her incredibly awkward, didn’t it?’

Xiao Moyuan finally spoke, “As I said before, I haven’t invited anyone to my home. There’s only one bed here.”

‘Did that mean he agreed to let her stay?’

Su Mian breathed a small sigh of relief, quickly adding, “It’s fine, Gege. I can just sleep on the sofa.”

Xiao Moyuan raised an eyebrow. “Your ‘sweet treat’—can I taste it without us having to sleep together?”

Su Mian’s small face flushed. Her earlier deliberate hint…

Indeed, no matter how one interpreted it, it sounded like she intended to ‘do that’ with Xiao Moyuan.

However, she had only been speaking hypothetically. There was no way she would truly ‘do that’ with him.

If she did, she would never be able to change back completely.

Yet, if she didn’t continue with that implication, Xiao Moyuan didn’t seem to have any intention of letting her stay.

An idea sparked in Su Mian’s mind. “Um, Gege, I’m not used to sleeping with others. If someone sleeps next to me, I won’t be able to fall asleep. But the ‘sweet treat’ can be enjoyed before bed, you know.”

Xiao Moyuan nodded. “That works too.”

With that, Xiao Moyuan picked up his phone and began composing a message to Shen Zhixia.

[Something’s come up tomorrow, so I won’t be able to make our date.]

Out of the corner of her eye, in a mere instant, Su Mian caught sight of the content on Xiao Moyuan’s phone.

Her eyesight and memory were surprisingly keen, leaving Su Mian momentarily stunned.

Before, at that distance, she would never have been able to discern the text on Xiao Moyuan’s phone.

‘Could it be that the gender transformation also came with this enhancement?’

Su Mian didn’t dwell on it further. After all, her objective of preventing Xiao Moyuan’s date with Shen Zhixia had been achieved.

Just as Su Mian let out a breath of relief, she saw Xiao Moyuan begin to remove his upper garment.

His body, with its distinct muscle lines and strong masculine aura, was clearly presented before her eyes.

Su Mian unconsciously swallowed. This physique was exactly the kind of male body she had always dreamed of!

‘It’s a pity it’s not on my body. Right now, I only have soft breasts, not hard pecs.’

Seeing Su Mian staring at him, utterly motionless, Xiao Moyuan suddenly spoke, “Looks good?”

Su Mian instinctively nodded, then realizing her mistake, she blushed and shook her head. Then, again realizing her mistake, she nodded once more.

Xiao Moyuan chuckled at her behavior. “So, does it look good or not?”

“It looks good…”

She then nervously added, “But Gege, why are you taking off your clothes?”

Xiao Moyuan replied, “To take a shower!”

Having just mentioned giving a ‘sweet treat,’ and with Xiao Moyuan now heading to shower, Su Mian found it hard not to let her mind wander. “Gege, why are you showering?”

Xiao Moyuan smiled. “I only intended to shower, but your suggestion is actually quite good.

I’ve decided to adopt your idea.”

Su Mian was bewildered. ‘What suggestion had she made?’

Xiao Moyuan urged, “Why are you standing there stunned? Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”

Su Mian’s mind went blank.

After a long moment, Su Mian finally reacted, her face flushing with shyness. “Gege, that’s not what I meant…

Gege, please go shower first. I’ll watch some TV…”

Watching Su Mian flee in disarray, Xiao Moyuan let out a soft chuckle before stepping into the bathroom.

***

Ten minutes later, Xiao Moyuan emerged from the bathroom and said to Su Mian, “I’m done. You can go now.”

Two people, a man and a woman, showering sequentially in the same house late at night. What was implied was unspoken.

Su Mian also thought the same, twisting nervously. “Can I not shower?”

Xiao Moyuan frowned, feigning a look of disdain as he glanced at Su Mian. “Are you sure?”

Su Mian felt uncomfortable under his gaze. To be honest, she also wanted to shower. “I don’t have a change of clothes or pajamas…”

Xiao Moyuan went into the room and brought out a white shirt, handing it to Su Mian. “Wear this tonight.”

Su Mian briefly wrestled with herself internally. Being a clean freak, she ultimately chose to shower.

Under the warm glow of the bathroom light, the steam had not yet fully dispersed, blurring the edges of the mirror.

Su Mian stared blankly at her reflection, her mind a complete blank.

The body reflected in the mirror was so unfamiliar that it filled her with panic.

Her skin, flushed a healthy pink from the hot water, felt exquisitely smooth and delicate to the touch, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Most striking were the full, soft curves of her chest, far exceeding her previous understanding of their size, with a graceful, perky arc.

With her hips having widened, her waist appeared even more slender.

“I… I’ve really become like this?” Looking at her new appearance, Su Mian’s cheeks burned crimson.

The change was too swift, too complete.

Even with prior mental preparation, the sheer impact of such a ‘sizzling’ figure directly before her eyes still left her feeling dizzy and disoriented.

This wasn’t merely ‘development’; it was practically a complete body swap!

She hastily averted her gaze, grabbing the white shirt Xiao Moyuan had given her.

The fabric was top-grade cotton, soft to the touch, carrying a cool, distinct cedar scent that belonged solely to Xiao Moyuan.

She awkwardly put it on. The oversized shirt immediately enveloped her, its hem just barely covering her upper thighs.

She had inadvertently created the ‘boyfriend shirt’ effect.

However, the next second, an even more critical problem surfaced in her mind.

She had no clean underwear to change into!

‘How could she possibly bring up such an embarrassing topic with Xiao Moyuan?’

‘And Xiao Moyuan’s house definitely wouldn’t have women’s underwear, right?’

“No… this absolutely won’t do…” she wailed internally.

But if she didn’t wear any, was she expected to go commando?

Just imagining the scenario made her toes curl in shame.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, deciding to put on the shirt first and then immediately use her phone to order an emergency pair of underwear via a delivery service.

‘As long as she acted quickly and put them on before any ‘accidents’ happened, it should be fine… right?’

Having braced herself, Su Mian took a deep breath, like someone walking to their execution, and twisted the bathroom doorknob.

In the living room, Xiao Moyuan was lounging on the sofa, seemingly engrossed in his phone.

Hearing the movement, he looked up, his gaze sweeping over her.

In that moment, Su Mian felt her breath hitch.

Xiao Moyuan’s gaze visibly paused.

The oversized white shirt on Su Mian’s slender figure made her appear even more delicate and petite. Her exposed legs were straight and long, and her damp hair clung to her cheeks, making her resemble a lotus emerging from water—pure, yet possessing an unknown allure.

Especially her eyes, misty with nervousness, darted evasively, like a startled fawn, easily stirring a desire to protect in others.

“Finished showering?”

Xiao Moyuan’s voice sounded several shades deeper than usual.

“Mm… mm…”

Su Mian dared not meet his gaze, her eyelids lowered as she mumbled a reply. She shuffled to the other end of the sofa, almost tripping over her own feet, and sat down, her legs pressed tightly together. Her hands instinctively clutched at the shirt’s hem, desperately tugging it down to cover more skin.

She could feel Xiao Moyuan’s gaze, like a tangible entity, slowly traversing her body, making her feel as if she were in a scorching fire—parched and flushed.

His gaze lingered for a moment on her smooth, bare legs. Each second felt like torture by a thousand cuts.

‘I must order them immediately!’

She frantically picked up her phone, her fingers trembling with nervousness as she fumbled to open the delivery app.

She quickly searched, selected, and ordered the most ordinary pair of women’s underwear, directly inputting Xiao Moyuan’s apartment as the address, and specifically noted, “Leave at the door, no knocking or calling, please.”

Only after completing all this did she slightly relax, clutching her phone tightly in her hand.

Xiao Moyuan spoke, “It’s getting late. Isn’t it time for you to deliver the ‘sweet treat’ you mentioned?”

Su Mian nervously began, “Gege… um, how about I give you a massage?”

Xiao Moyuan put down his phone, watching her with a composed air, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Oh? Is that what you meant by ‘sweet treat’?”

“Yes, yes!” Su Mian feigned composure, her heart pounding. “My technique is really good, Gege. Please try it; it can relieve fatigue…”

‘This little fox always makes ‘sweet treat’ sound so suggestive, yet it’s just a simple massage?’

‘Has she never considered being utterly devoured by me? She has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.’

‘To put herself in such a dangerous position for Shen Zhixia’s sake is both foolish and infuriating.’

‘However, her choice was the correct one. It’s a good thing I didn’t let this little fox return to her dorm.’

“Then begin,” Xiao Moyuan said, turning around smoothly, his back facing her. “My shoulders are a bit sore anyway.”

Su Mian felt as if she had received a great pardon. As long as they weren’t face-to-face, the pressure was significantly reduced.

She knelt on the sofa behind Xiao Moyuan, extending her slightly trembling hands to his shoulders.

Through the thin fabric of his loungewear, she could clearly feel the firmness and warmth of his shoulder muscles.

She composed herself, trying to recall massage techniques she’d seen somewhere, and began pressing awkwardly but earnestly.

“Gege, is the pressure alright?” she asked softly, her voice carrying a sweetness she herself didn’t notice.

“Your strength is a bit lacking,” Xiao Moyuan said, eyes closed, offering an objective assessment.

To increase her strength was sheer torture for Su Mian.

To better exert force, her body unconsciously leaned slightly forward. This posture inevitably caused the shirt’s hem to move up and down, occasionally brushing against parts of her body that even she was unfamiliar with.

Even more damning, the crisp cedar scent on Xiao Moyuan, mingled with the freshness of his recent shower, permeated her nostrils, unsettling her mind.

Beneath her hands was his powerful body, a stark contrast to her own soft physique. A strange, tingling warmth quietly gathered in her lower abdomen.

She desperately clamped her legs together, her body taut like a drawn bow. Each press was cautious, fearing that any slightly larger movement would expose her fatal secret.

The blush on her cheeks had long spread to her neck, even her collarbones tinged with a faint pink.

“A little higher,” Xiao Moyuan suddenly instructed.

Su Mian obeyed, moving her hands up to his nape.

“Use more force,” he said again.

Su Mian took a deep breath and increased the pressure. With the effort, her body involuntarily leaned further forward, almost half-lying on his back.

Su Mian held her breath at this point.

Her brain raced: ‘He’s lying down, so he definitely can’t see. I just need to hold on until I’m free, then I’ll be relieved.’

A tidal wave of immense unease and shame engulfed her. Even her eyelashes trembled slightly from tension.

Xiao Moyuan felt a damp warmth behind him and chuckled softly. “Why are you sweating so much that it’s getting on me?

If your stamina isn’t up to it, don’t push yourself!”

Su Mian was puzzled. Although she was nervous, she didn’t think she was sweating.

Ah!

She looked down and, indeed, Xiao Moyuan’s loungewear on his back was somewhat damp.

Her first thought was, ‘This must be Xiao Moyuan’s own sweat, right?’

She was about to say it aloud when she noticed that her own white shirt was also somewhat damp.

Su Mian’s mind went blank. ‘She seemed to know the reason now.’

Su Mian felt like crying!

‘She was guilty!’

“I’m sorry, Gege. I was too nervous and got your clothes wet.”

Saying this, Su Mian quickly moved away from Xiao Moyuan and grabbed tissues from the table, wiping the damp spot on his back.

Xiao Moyuan stood up. “No need to wipe. I’ll just take another shower in a bit.”

Su Mian swiftly threw the tissues into the wastebasket, eager to destroy the evidence of her blunder.

At the same moment, the doorbell suddenly rang—”Ding-dong!”

The delivery had arrived!

Su Mian’s eyes instantly gleamed with relief, and she spoke incoherently:

“Gege! The… there seems to be a sound outside! I’ll go see!”

She didn’t even care about her demeanor, practically tiptoeing, in an extremely awkward posture designed to minimize friction, as she scurried towards the entrance.

Xiao Moyuan watched her flustered retreat, and the taut, slender legs that were faintly visible beneath the hem of her shirt, his eyes as deep and dark as ink.

He had already noticed her extreme nervousness and unnatural stiffness, but had maliciously chosen not to reveal it.

Su Mian quickly opened the door a crack, confirmed it was the delivery rider, swiftly took the small plastic bag containing her lifeline, then slammed the door shut with a bang, leaning against it, panting heavily.

‘Safe! Finally safe!’

She impatiently tore open the packaging, pulled out the brand-new underwear inside, and was about to rush back to the bathroom to change when she looked up. She suddenly met Xiao Moyuan’s gaze; he had moved to the center of the living room at some point, and was now looking at her with profound meaning.

His gaze first rested on her slightly flushed, damp face from running, then slowly descended, sweeping over her rapidly rising and falling chest.

Finally, it settled on the freshly opened plastic bag in her hand, which bore a clear women’s underwear brand logo, and the light-colored women’s underwear she held.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Xiao Moyuan’s eyebrows subtly arched. In his deep eyes, a flicker of surprise appeared, followed by a smile mixed with astonishment, teasing, and a deeper layer of amusement.

He seemed to finally understand something, his gaze once again sweeping over Su Mian’s smooth, tightly pressed legs, and the shirt that appeared even more oversized and empty at the hem due to her movements.

The corner of his lips curved into a wicked, knowing arc. His voice was low, carrying a slow, all-knowing cadence, as he asked, word by word:

“So… when you were massaging me just now…

…you had no ‘defenses’ at all?”

Su Mian’s mind went blank!

Boom—!

The world seemed to explode in her ears.

Su Mian’s cheeks, ears, and neck instantly turned crimson at a visible speed, even her fingertips blushed pink.

She felt as if all her strength had been instantly drained. The small piece of fabric in her hand now felt like a branding iron.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, only the despair of ‘social death’ and the inescapable mortification written in her wide eyes.

‘It’s over… completely over…’

Watching her look as if she wished to vanish on the spot, Xiao Moyuan’s malevolent pleasure reached its peak.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, the playfulness in his tone almost overflowing:

“It seems I missed… the real ‘sweet treat’?”

Hahaha…