Chapter 62: Unexpected Turn

Xiao Moyuan’s hair was rather stiff.

With each slight, unconscious movement of his head, those hard tips brushed against the thin black stockings covering her thighs—producing a sensation like feathers teasing her skin, yet sharper, more maddeningly distinct.

Su Mian’s brows furrowed slightly. The tickle wasn’t intense, but it struck her sensitive nerves with pinpoint accuracy, leaving her restless and unable to sit still.

She tried to shift her legs in tiny, cautious increments, hoping to nudge his head a little farther outward toward the thicker fabric of the sofa cushion and escape the irritating contact.

But the moment she moved, the “sleeping” Xiao Moyuan seemed to be disturbed. A low, dissatisfied sound rumbled in his throat—and without warning, his entire body rolled over.

From lying neatly on his back, he turned onto his side—facing directly toward her body!

“!!!”

Su Mian froze instantly. Her blood seemed to solidify in that split second; her mind went completely blank.

After the initial shock, what flooded her next was an overwhelming tide of shame capable of drowning her entirely.

She was wearing… a JK skirt!

And right now, Xiao Moyuan’s face—lying sideways—was perfectly aligned with the direction of her body. So close that she could clearly feel the warm puffs of his breath penetrating the thin skirt fabric, sweeping over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs again and again in long, lingering waves…

Boom——!!

A powerful electric current seemed to erupt from the spot his breath touched, racing through her whole body at astonishing speed.

Wherever it passed, fine shivers broke out.

An indescribable, scorching heat surged wildly from deep inside, rapidly burning her cheeks, ears, even her neck a vivid crimson.

This feeling was too strange… and far too dangerous!

“This position… is completely unfair…”

She screamed silently in her heart, biting down hard on her lower lip until her teeth sank deep into the soft flesh—trying to use pain to suppress the unfamiliar, surging tide rising inside her.

She desperately tensed every muscle, not daring to move again.

But some physiological reactions cannot be completely controlled by willpower.

People have to breathe.

Every steady inhale from Xiao Moyuan sent warm airflow pressing against her skin like something tangible.

Every long exhale carried his distinctive scent—slightly moist and warm—and seemed to hook lightly around the edges of her skirt, brushing back and forth, over and over…

Su Mian felt her body slowly softening.

Especially that gentle yet piercingly penetrating sensation of breath at the root of her thighs—it left her limbs weak, her whole body numb and powerless.

Unconsciously, her legs pressed together. Her slender waist began to squirm faintly, instinctively trying to escape—yet the movement looked almost like a half-hearted invitation.

Time stretched into endless agony.

She clenched her teeth, but tiny, trembling whimpers still escaped her throat—soft, barely audible, like the whine of an injured small animal… or the breathless murmur of someone overcome by feeling.

At that moment, the eyelashes of the man pillowed on her lap quivered slightly.

Xiao Moyuan opened his eyes.

There was still a trace of morning grogginess in his gaze, but far more prominent was a crystal-clear awareness—as though he had seen through everything from the very beginning.

He lifted his head slightly. Sunlight fell across her scarlet, dripping-wet cheeks and her faintly trembling body. One brow arched. His voice carried the huskiness of just waking up, together with a barely concealed note of teasing:

“Why is your body shaking so much?”

He paused. His gaze seemed capable of piercing straight through her, accurately capturing every trace of her panic.

“And… why are you breathing so hard?”

All the blood in Su Mian’s body rushed to her head in an instant.

Her face exploded into bright red; even her neck flushed a vivid pink.

An indescribable shame mixed with an electric, alien sensation instantly overwhelmed her!

“Th-that… Gege… y-you, y-y-you—”

Her voice cracked and stumbled, completely unable to form a full sentence.

Xiao Moyuan watched her frantic, helpless flailing with deepening amusement in his eyes.

Suddenly he stretched out both arms—passing under her armpits and the bend of her knees—and with almost effortless strength, lifted her entire body into a princess carry!

The sudden sensation of weightlessness made Su Mian yelp. On instinct, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Since her legs were numb and she couldn’t stand steady…

Xiao Moyuan lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms—eyes wide with fright, resembling a startled small animal. His tone carried a deliberately wicked kind of consideration.

“Then… shall I carry you properly to the bathroom?”

“N-no need! Put me down! I can manage myself!”

Su Mian struggled desperately in his hold, face so red it looked ready to bleed.

Being carried to the bathroom by him?

The image was too mortifying to even imagine!

It would be worse than death!

Perhaps her frantic wriggling had some effect, or perhaps Xiao Moyuan simply felt the teasing had gone far enough—he set her down as promised, but still steadied her carefully with both hands until she stood—albeit shakily—on her own.

Su Mian practically scrambled away, stumbling headlong into the bathroom beside the living room and slamming the door shut with a loud **bang!** She locked it immediately.

Leaning back against the cool door panel, she panted heavily. Her heart hammered so violently it felt like it might burst out of her chest.

The chain of accidents just now, combined with Xiao Moyuan’s blatantly suggestive words, had set her blood boiling. A strange, surging heat flowed restlessly in her lower abdomen—bringing an unprecedented, bewildering sensation.

As that feeling spread, she realized in horror that the heaviness in her chest seemed even more pronounced now. The full, aching distension was clearer than ever before.

A terrible premonition poured over her like ice water. She shivered.

With trembling hands and overwhelming dread, she cautiously reached downward—toward the most critical part of her body…

Empty!

Flat!

Nothing… not even a trace of what should have been there!

???

A tsunami of panic instantly engulfed her. Her mind went blank.

How… how could it happen so fast?

There was still something there before!

Her first instinct was to call her mother for help.

She didn’t even notice the faint, sticky wetness on her fingertips. She rushed to the sink, rinsed her hands haphazardly, wiped them on tissue paper, and dialed Lin Xiangwan’s number with shaking fingers.

The call was picked up almost instantly.

“Mom… I-I…”

Su Mian’s voice carried uncontrollable sobs. She tried desperately to suppress the feminine pitch that kept slipping into her tone—no matter how hard she tried to force it lower.

“I… I think I’ve really turned into a girl! What do I do?!”

The last syllable trembled with despair.

On the other end, Lin Xiangwan was silent for several seconds—seemingly processing the information—before speaking again, her tone deliberately calm and gentle.

“It’s okay, Mianmian. Don’t be afraid. Don’t panic. Didn’t Mommy already tell you? Your current body’s gender has always been in an unstable state.”

She paused, then asked leadingly:

“Let me ask you—have you been getting a little too close to a boy recently? Any… relatively intimate contact?”

Su Mian’s mind was in complete chaos. Hearing the question, she answered almost reflexively, voice thick with tears:

“Y-yes… there was…”

*More than just close—earlier it was practically zero distance!*

Lin Xiangwan’s tone grew noticeably sterner:

“Then listen to Mommy. From now on, try not to stay in the dorm anymore. Your current physical state… isn’t suitable. It’s very easy to be discovered. If possible, apply for off-campus housing.”

She emphasized again, returning to the most crucial point:

“And Mommy has reminded you repeatedly—if during this process you really fall for that boy, if your heart and body both accept a female identity and emotions, and if… if substantial relations ever occur… then your gender will truly stabilize completely. There will be no going back. Do you understand?”

Su Mian’s head buzzed. The enormous shock had left her completely disoriented; she didn’t even have the energy to refute statements like “I won’t fall for a boy” or “nothing like that will ever happen.”

She only clung to a faint thread of hope and asked in a trembling voice:

“Mm… Mom, then… will I still be able to turn back into a boy?”

Lin Xiangwan’s tone carried soothing uncertainty:

“As long as you stay away from that boy, spend more time around girls you like, and readjust your mindset… your body should still have a very good chance of changing back…”

Su Mian caught the contradiction and asked in confusion:

“But Mom, didn’t you say before that falling in a sweet romance would stabilize my gender? That sounds different from what you’re saying now.”

Lin Xiangwan seemed to choke for a second on the other end, then replied in an almost innocently natural tone:

“Silly child… do you think sweet romance is just talking with your mouth? It has to be sweet in both heart *and* body—that’s what real sweet romance is! Physical closeness is a very natural thing once feelings deepen!”

Su Mian: “…”

She was speechless.

Her mother’s theory somehow sounded… reasonable, yet also deeply wrong in a way she couldn’t quite articulate.

Still, the phone call at least calmed her panic somewhat.

There was still a chance to change back.

The urgent priority now was to stop living in the dorm—otherwise, with her current body, there was no way she could hide it from Lu Yang and Qin Xuan.

And the biggest problem standing in front of her remained Xiao Moyuan.

As long as she could hold the final line and prevent anything substantial from happening, she would still be “safe.”

From another angle… now that she had fully become female on the surface, perhaps it would actually make it *easier* for her to approach Xiao Moyuan as “Sweetheart Cotton Candy”?

The thought filled her with the most complicated emotions imaginable.

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