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    At the spiral staircase’s end, the bathroom door opened. Through misty steam, a tall, straight figure emerged.

     

    The boy, fresh from a shower—dark damp hair clung to his temples, messy yet handsome. Water dripped down his sharp jaw, tracing a glistening line over his collarbones.

     

    He loosely wore a bathrobe, sash hanging at his waist—revealing broad, pale chest and muscles.

     

    Su Niansheng stared—first time seeing his muscles so clearly!

     

    Not bulky like athletes, nor exaggerated like gym rats—smooth, balanced, aesthetic. Every ab ridge, every hip line seemed measured—mesmerizing.

     

    Stunned, she gawked for half a minute—swallowed, then ran.

     

    “Pervert!” she yelled as she fled.

     

    “?”

     

    Shen Junxi’s brow twitched—surprised at her reaction, he followed.

     

    Huff~

     

    Huff~ Huff~

     

    She dashed to her room, slammed the door.

     

    Shen Xiaoxi—this pervert! No shirt after shower! But his muscles looked familiar?

     

    Just like the male lead in her cherished shoujo manga Plaything—lines, strength, peak beauty!

     

    Once, he found it in her bag, mocked her taste—said he’d look better when grown.

     

    She doubted—now, he did!

     

    Such perfect anime aesthetics, real-life!

     

    She remembered feeling his abs in the library—if not for clothes, touching freely……

     

    Realizing she fantasized about Shen Junxi—her cheeks flared, patting them.

     

    “Gosh—fantasizing about my best friend! Am I crazy? Must be drunk!”

     

    Can’t blame her—Shen Xiaoxi was too bold, no shirt after shower. She’s only nineteen—can’t resist such top-tier male charm.

     

    Knock knock knock—

     

    “Who—who is it?”

     

    “Su Xiaoqian—never seen abs?”

     

    That flirtatious voice—pervert!

     

    She hadn’t—at least not in real life.

     

    In her past life, she married Shiyu Bai—only in name. He cheated from day one—no intimacy.

     

    “Shen Xiaoxi—you pervert! No shame! No shirt after shower—no male virtue?”

     

    She snapped—he shrugged. “No girlfriend—why keep virtue?”

     

    Su Niansheng: “……” Logical—she had no retort.

     

    “Also……” Shen Junxi lowered his lashes, teasing. “We saw each other naked as kids. What’s new?”

     

    “That’s different!”

     

    She reflexively argued.

     

    He smirked, like a predator watching prey fall into a trap. “How?”

     

    Different—so different!

     

    Especially……

     

    She recalled the faint bulge under his bathrobe before fleeing—terrifying!

     

    Now vs. childhood—truly different.

     

    He grew up!

     

    “If I showered naked in front of you……”

     

    Mid-rant, she realized—covered her mouth.

     

    Shen Junxi’s eyes darkened, voice hoarse. “What did you say?”

     

    “I said nothing! Nothing!”

     

    “Really?”

     

    “?”

     

    “When do you shower?”

     

    “Shen Junxi—you pervert!”

     

    He chuckled.

     

    He was perverted.

     

    Never expected the little princess to react so pure—so cute he wanted to bully her. His gaze heated—then heard footsteps. He tightened the bathrobe, frowning.

     

    “Mom Dad—why no heads-up?”

     

    “Yo.” Jian Yan teased. “Bothered? Hiding from us?”

     

    Wasn’t he just harassing Xiaoqian?

     

    Shen Chenyuan shook his head.

     

    Ruined—son resorted to using looks to tempt Xiaoqian. Too lowbrow—nothing like his youth.

     

    “Junxi—you’ve fallen.”

     

    Pfft~

     

    Su Niansheng laughed behind the door.

     

    Got scolded!

     

    Serves him right—pervert!

     

    Footsteps faded, phone rang.

     

    [Laugh slowly—come to my room after.]

     

    “……”

     

    Who’d go to his pervert room! Who knows what he’ll wear!

     

    She bombarded him with emojis—108 ways to kill Shen Xiaoxi!

     

    Next morning.

     

    Duan Chengyu rushed to school. “Junxi ge—did my ‘flirting tips’ work?”

     

    Shen Junxi 冷哼,showing chat logs.

     

    Duan Chengyu scrolled—ten minutes, not done. “Damn—you’re boring! Sending emojis forever—my hands hurt!”

     

    He was wrong—childhood sweethearts have more passion than couples!

     

    “Xiaoqian sis’s emojis are cute—so many killing moves, send me some?”

     

    Shen Junxi’s brow twitched, murderous. “You dare? If not for your stupid ideas, would she ignore me?”

     

    “Good thing!”

     

    Duan Chengyu clapped.

     

    “Good?”

     

    “Yes—she reacts to you! If uninterested, no reaction. So Xiaoqian sis must……”

     

    Shen Junxi fell silent, pondering—then frowned. “Who let you call her Xiaoqian sis?”
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