Chapter 10
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Chapter 10: The Home Of The Mischievous Little Devil ~
No one knew how much time had passed, but Ye Xiao gradually woke up from her sleep, a triumphant smile of the mischievous little devil still lingering on her face.
She opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
The ceiling was unfamiliar, but the bedding and the bed felt somewhat familiar. The room was full of a girlish atmosphere, with a desk near the window, a bed behind it, and a large wardrobe not far away.
The wardrobe took up a significant portion of the room.
The floor was covered with a soft, fluffy rug, and on it stood a low tea table with some books and picture albums placed on top.
This is the private room of that weakling sister Yunchu~
Ye Xiao glanced around, noticing that she was only wearing a small white camisole.
Looking at the messy bed that had yet to be cleaned, a look of reminiscence appeared on her face as she sat up.
Sister Yunchu is truly a clumsy but fun weakling ~
There were no clothes of hers in the room. She had stripped everything off before entering the bathroom.
Ye Xiao climbed out of bed and returned to her room, guided by the original owner’s memories.
It wasn’t a large room, but for someone as small as Ye Xiao—whose body wasn’t even the size of a middle schooler—it was rather spacious.
The walls were painted a light cherry blossom pink, leaning more toward white, without being overwhelmingly colorful.
In the corner near the window stood a single bed. Though small, it was enough for her to roll around on. Contrary to what one might expect of a typical young girl’s room, there weren’t large stuffed toys scattered everywhere. There was only one small plush toy on the bedside table.
At a diagonal angle from the bed was a large desk with a computer, which seemed to be decently equipped.
Above the desk was a shelf with a small succulent plant and a neatly arranged row of books.
Ye Xiao hadn’t delved deeply into the original owner’s memories, but whenever she encountered a fitting scene, the corresponding memories would automatically resurface.
Who would’ve thought that this mischievous little devil had the good habit of being an avid reader?
In her past life, the world was so driven by material desires and so restless that most people had long lost the peace of mind to sit down quietly and read a physical book.
Casually pulling a book off the shelf, she was relieved to find it wasn’t some strange novel like “The Overbearing CEO Fell in Love with Me”.
All in all, this private room was quite satisfactory to Ye Xiao. Although she liked girls, that didn’t mean she was devoid of a girlish heart.
The soft pink-white walls were visually soothing.
She stood in front of the bedroom’s full-length mirror.
In the reflection was the world’s cutest girl.
A slender figure, skin as soft as porcelain, big eyes, and a playful smile with fluffy, soft golden hair.
She gently touched her face, which could only be described as the embodiment of “cuteness”.
As she made contact with the face, Ye Xiao finally remembered that this was her own reflection.
The girl’s short golden hair didn’t require much grooming, just a simple brushing was enough. However, her hair ends on both sides were a bit messy, either from the recent frenzy or due to being pressed while she slept.
Her petite height of only 142 cm made her appear quite tiny in the mirror.
Beneath the sheer white camisole, the silhouette of her modest chest could faintly be seen—just budding, like a pair of delicate doves.
It was rather pitiful. Just like her petite frame, her chest development was also quite lacking, small enough that her delicate hands could easily cup them entirely.
Maybe B- or A+?
But this budding beauty suited her petite body just right, making her overall figure look exceptionally balanced.
It’s not always the case that bigger is better. What suits you is what’s best. The so-called “childlike face with a huge chest” would’ve been truly disproportionate—perhaps even terrifying.
However, as a girl, how could she not have aspirations for her bust size?
“You ungrateful little things! Can’t you just absorb more nutrients and grow a little more? Such a pitiful appearance—did the original owner mistreat you? Weakling breasts! Weaklings ❤️~ Weaklings!”
Her thick white tights had long since vanished from the living room.
In another corner of the room stood a white wardrobe. When she opened it, all kinds of girls’ clothing came into view—dresses, skirts, and even a few handful of Lolita outfits.
Pulling open the lower drawer, she found a collection of cute little socks neatly folded inside.
Of course, this was just a routine inspection to see if the original owner’s wardrobe was well-stocked. From what she saw, Ye Xiao was quite satisfied.
She casually opened the other two drawers.
One drawer contained panties, all neatly folded, ranging from childish ones with little animals or cartoon characters to more mature, lace-trimmed underwear.
The other drawer housed sports bras, camisoles, and bras for when her chest would grow a bit more.
Expertly, Ye Xiao selected a set of underwear that wasn’t too childish but also not too showy.
Finally, she grabbed a pair of thick white stockings and tossed them onto the bed.
With one swift motion, she discarded the last piece of modesty from her body.
The naked girl gently picked up the underwear she had chosen from among the many options and held it to her nose, inhaling a faint scent of laundry detergent.
It was a clean, refreshing smell.
Most girls, unlike Ye Xiao, didn’t have a naturally sweet scent of milk and citrus.
Rather, they exuded the lingering fragrance of body wash and shampoo that accumulated over time, which some young boys, full of hormones, mistakenly assumed was their natural scent, blushing as a result.
Ye Xiao slipped on the little camisole she had chosen, adjusting it, smoothing the fabric, and tying the straps around her neck.
With her small size, even wearing adult underwear wasn’t an issue. But with her modest A+ figure, wearing something like that seemed unnecessary.
Sitting down, she raised her smooth, delicate legs and slowly slid on the light blue panties, which were free of any strange patterns or designs, pulling them up her legs and over her thighs.
Snap!
When she released the elastic, it snapped lightly against her hip, making a crisp sound.
Next, she picked up the white stockings she had prepared earlier.
She carefully rolled up the extra-thick 300D thermal velvet stockings and slipped her bare feet into them.
Gradually, as she pulled the stockings up bit by bit, her smooth legs were covered by the white material, the slippery sensation gliding over her skin, sending a soft, gentle feeling up her nerves and into the depths of her brain.
Only after both stockings perfectly enveloped her tender legs did Ye Xiao snap back to reality. The stockings tightly hugged her legs, waist, and hips.
Whether in her previous life or this one, the sensation of stockings clinging to her skin was something she could never be tired of.
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Kzalca
Why tf did she diss her own chest..??? Genuinely confused… 😭
Thanks for the chapter