Chapter 13

Chapter 13: No Title

After Qian Zexing was taken away by Nalan Xia, I finished eating the grilled meat with Le Ya as planned.

It was almost time for the movie to start, and since the theater was inside Dawan Plaza, we could walk there.

Dawan Plaza is a leading establishment under the Dawan Group, with branches spread across the country.

As we entered, we immediately felt the cool indoor air. All around us were countless luxury brand stores, the kind that people like us could only look at from afar because of their grandeur alone.

Our destination wasn’t on the first floor, so after a quick look around, we found the elevator to the top floor where the theater was located.

It was a busy weekend at the cinema, mostly filled with couples, making single people like us stand out quite a bit.

After Le Ya got the tickets, she pulled me close into her arms.

I was stunned for a few seconds, blushing as I tried to push her away, but she was far stronger than I was at the moment—and much taller. Not wanting to struggle too hard, I ended up looking like I was leaning into her embrace, half-resisting but staying close.

This… feels strange. Why am I, like a girl, being held like this? Even though it’s Le Ya hugging me, this feels completely backward…

“Shh, don’t squirm. There are too many people around, and it’d be bad if we got separated,” Le Ya’s soft, pleasant voice whispered by my ear, warm breath brushing against my earlobe.

“Ah!”

The tingling sensation made me let out a soft sound like a kitten’s. I could feel my earlobe turning visibly red.

Since we were pressed together, I could distinctly feel her softness against me and the calming scent of lavender emanating from her.

Oh no—I felt my self-control starting to unravel, succumbing to Le Ya’s gentle embrace. A strange sense of gratitude even crept into my mind.

I felt grateful that I’d become a girl, it allowed me to enjoy her tenderness and be this close to her, to know the real her.

Maybe… maybe being a girl isn’t so bad after all. For the first time, I had this shameful thought.

Then I quickly locked that thought away.

Le Ya just saw me as a close friend, how could I let such thoughts cross my mind?

I couldn’t betray her kindness. If I ever wanted to pursue her, I’d do it properly when I was back to being a boy.

While lost in thought, Le Ya led me into the screening room.

Many people had already taken their seats. We found ours and sat down.

As the screen lit up, the movie began.

“Ahh…”

I let out a yawn, today’s events taking their toll. As soon as I sat down, waves of fatigue washed over me, and my eyelids began to droop, my head starting to nod.

“Are you tired? Lean on my shoulder and sleep for a bit,” Le Ya’s gentle voice sounded like a lullaby, deepening my drowsiness.

In a daze, I felt her soft hand take hold of mine, and my head came to rest on something warm. Soon, I drifted into a heavy sleep.

“Hehe~ Did you fall asleep? You look so cute when you’re sleeping, Xiao Li.”

…

In my dream.

I found myself in a grand chapel, dressed in a handsome tuxedo, back to my male self.

Holding my hand was Le Ya, clad in a beautiful white wedding gown.

The thin fabric highlighted her graceful, perfect figure. Her bare shoulders gleamed, and a blue gemstone rested on her chest, making her skin appear like polished ivory.

The elegant, strapless cut emphasized her delicate waist. Her black hair was styled into an updo, exuding elegance, while the hem of her dress flowed with the gentle breeze.

Standing beside me, she looked as beautiful as an angel.

The priest solemnly asked, “Le Ya, do you take this man as your husband, to cherish, care for, respect, and love him, through all conditions, for as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes, I do,” Le Ya said, a shy blush coloring her fair cheeks, making my heart race.

The priest turned to me. “Li, do you take this woman as your wife, to cherish, care for, respect, and love her, through all conditions, for as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes, I do!” I replied firmly, without a shred of hesitation.

“I hereby witness the vows you have made to each other. It is my joy to pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Finally, the day had come. My heart pounded with excitement, feeling as if it might leap out of my chest.

I wrapped my arms around Le Ya’s slender waist, gazing at her with love.

Le Ya placed her hands on my chest, her shy, enchanting smile captivating me.

She closed her eyes, lifted her face, and offered her tender lips, waiting for me.

As I prepared to lean in for the kiss, a dense white fog suddenly enveloped me, leaving me at a loss.

When the fog cleared, I found my vision was much lower. Le Ya, in her wedding dress and high heels, now towered over me, and I could only look up at her.

Panicked, I glanced down at myself. The sharp tuxedo had vanished, replaced by a beautiful bridal gown.

My small, delicate frame was childlike, and from above, I could see the soft, tender curves of my chest. My long, dark hair draped down to my waist.

“Wha-why… why am I a girl?”

“It’s okay, Xiao Li. This look only makes me love you more,” Le Ya said, her smile growing fonder as she stroked my cheek with an expression of bliss.

“Xiao Li, let’s begin our ceremony of love.”

She pulled me close, lowering her head as her stunning face drew near.

My body seemed to melt into hers, my consciousness losing itself in her warmth.

But gradually, a feeling of being drained began to overwhelm me, making it hard to breathe.

A sense of suffocation made me struggle to break free, yet my body was too weak, forced to endure it.

No, please, I’m suffocating…

In the darkness, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, clutching my chest and gasping for air. Le Ya gently stroked my back, trying to calm me.

“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?”

I looked at her concerned face and couldn’t help but recall the dream, quickly pulling away.

“N-no, it’s nothing, I was just a bit scared. Nothing serious.”

“Really? Let me know if you feel unwell,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, yes,” I nodded, but my thoughts drifted to my lips, and I subconsciously touched them.

It was just a dream, yet why did my lips feel damp, and my tongue feel a little sore?

What on earth is happening—is it just a lingering sensation from the dream?