Extra: If Xia Yan Became a Girl, Part 19

Something's not right.

This is the conclusion Hua Xin drew from the feelings she had gleaned from Xia Yan over the past two days.

Based on her past impressions of Xia Yan, Hua Xin even felt that the person standing in front of her had suddenly become a completely different stranger, instead of her well-known brother.

Although it was obvious that Xia Yan was plotting something, deliberately putting on the act of a gentle girlfriend to target her...

But all of this is so overwhelming that even the thought of escaping is impossible to even entertain.

That's right, Hua Xin admits that she's starting to like Xia Yan a little bit now.

Even with the powerful weapon of "This is a good brother, don't get too involved, everything is fake" as a guiding principle to purify the mind, it's all in vain.

If you like something, you like it; if you're misled, you're misled.

Even though she really didn't want to admit that she had been captivated by Xia Yan, who was pretending to be a gentle and beautiful girl, she was probably no otaku who would abandon his brain and be dominated by such a gentle offensive.

Judging from this, it seems that he has been quite successful in resisting this for a period of time.

At least he didn't become a puppet controlled by the beautiful girl and forget himself from the very beginning, but still cared about the past... no, even now, he is still a good brother to Xia Yan.

In short, since Xia Yan wanted to experience what it felt like to be in a relationship, Hua Xin wasn't against letting her continue acting like that.

Girls... even if they go from being boys to girls, they can still have moments when they suddenly develop feelings for someone. After all, they can see each other every day, so it's normal for them to fall for a handsome Japanese guy like themselves who is hidden away in their room.

Thinking of this, Hua Xin couldn't help but puff out her thin chest with a bit of confidence.

It seems that Xia Yan's silent "confidence-building" plan has been largely completed by some unexpected twist of fate. Although most of this confidence stems from that unfounded narcissism.

What's unusual is that today, Hua Xin is carefully examining and tidying up her appearance and outfit in front of the mirror.

Although the total number of clothes and pants in the wardrobe is less than the number of fingers on one hand, a real man's taste can be reflected in just one color.

With a nonchalant expression, Hua Xin stretched out her black short-sleeved shirt, which was noticeably too small and wrinkled. A faint, genuine embarrassment slowly surfaced on her face.

It seems a bit small.

He vaguely remembered that this short-sleeved shirt was a better fit when he wore it last year.

At least it's not like that short-sleeved shirt that could be worn as a bellyband and then he threw it away to be used as a rag, which is now unwearable.

How could it shrink so much in just one year?

Could it be because I haven't worn it in a long time...?

For Hua Xin, the precious clothes he cherishes cannot be washed and worn for a long time. Otherwise, even if he doesn't wear them at home, no one will see them. The idea that he has to buy new clothes because they are worn out is a waste of money and will torment him deeply.

But no matter how you look at it, there's no way I can wear this short-sleeved shirt out.

The confidence that came from the narcissism just now vanished as the black short-sleeved shirt was taken off.

Fortunately, I can still wear my summer shorts that I've had for a long time. Although it's hot outside, I should be able to stay warm by wearing a hoodie, since most indoor places should have air conditioning, right?

"I said you..."

Planning to go on a date without clothes on?

Suddenly, a faint, almost broken voice rang out. Xia Yan had suddenly leaned against the bathroom door at some point, his quiet footsteps making no loud noise, so Hua Xin, who was lost in her own narcissistic world, didn't notice him immediately.

Having observed Hua Xin from the moment she changed clothes to the moment she took them off, Xia Yan really didn't know what to say.

You can't exactly act like a gentle girlfriend at this point and say, "Baby, it seems like your clothes don't fit. If you go out shirtless like this, the chef will mistake you for wild pork ribs and take you to be braised." — That's not how it works, is it?

Xia Yan, who had been playing the role of a caring girlfriend for several days, really couldn't continue acting at this moment.

Xia Yan covered his face with one hand, seemingly having completely lost all tenderness towards Hua Xin in her current state.

"Uh, I'm not a pervert, how could I be?"

"Don't worry, wearing a hoodie is the same, it shouldn't be that hot..."

"Today we're going to the amusement park."

"Body surface temperature 31°C".

Xia Yan complained expressionlessly, but then, looking at Hua Xin's emaciated upper body, a trace of pity slowly appeared in his eyes.

The words she wanted to use to criticize and attack him were thus buried deep inside.

After all, it's not his fault that he doesn't have clothes to wear.

It's because someone's money can't even afford a decent meal, let alone things like new clothes and a haircut, which take up a large portion of their budget.

As Hua Xin's current fake "girlfriend," Xia Yan should obviously be solving this problem instead of criticizing Hua Xin.

With a soft sigh, Xia Yan's tone relaxed slightly, and her expression softened from her previous silence. "Let's go back to my house first. I have a lot of clothes that I can't wear anymore."

"It's just sitting in the closet anyway, so I might as well try it out later and see if there's anything I can wear."

"I remember there were quite a few short-sleeved shirts in the summer..."

While muttering to himself, Xia Yan also carefully recalled whether there were any clothes in his wardrobe that were suitable for Hua Xin to wear.

Their physiques were obviously incomparable. After all, he used to be a real man who worked out, and compared to the malnourished skinny guy in front of him, it was impossible for them to be the same size.

Wearing it would probably make Hua Xin look like she's wearing a dress even though she's wearing short sleeves.

But it seems she hasn't thrown away any of her clothes from several years ago, so they should still be wearable.

Even if you can't wear them all, buying a few more won't be a big deal.

While Xia Yan was frowning in thought, Hua Xin, who was standing silently to the side, slowly revealed something in her eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, he has witnessed countless instances of being beaten and scolded for his mistakes and errors.

But he has never met anyone who could think of him and solve his problems.

Moved, though still shirtless, Hua Xin stepped forward, tears streaming down her face, and choked back sobs as she hugged Xia Yan, who was now a head shorter than her.

"As expected, Lao Xia, you're still the best brother."

Somewhat confused, Xia Yan only realized he was being hugged when he was pulled into Hua Xin.

"Open!"

For some reason, her face instantly turned red, and then, abandoning her usual composed demeanor, she gave Hua Xin an elbow as if Hachimi had lost his temper, and fled to the living room.

Hua Xin was still wiping away tears, looking incredibly moved as she held the black short-sleeved shirt in her arms and followed Xia Yan, completely unaware of Xia Yan's strange behavior.