Something Feels Off...

But Yang Xuan was seriously something else. If he didn't know, couldn't he stop spouting nonsense? The one Shen Mo had taken had never been worn by anyone!! It was new!!

Just as Shen Mo was wondering whether he could borrow a few men's clothes from his so-called older sister to salvage the situation, the people downstairs heard the commotion and hurried over as well.

With so many pairs of eyes fixed on him, Shen Mo's scalp went numb, but he still tried to explain himself. "If I said I simply wanted to take a shower, and only wore this because I had nothing to change into, would you believe me?"

"And don't listen to that idiot's nonsense just now. This one hadn't even been unwrapped—it's new! I have no idea who bought it!"

No one spoke, but their looks told him everything.

Shen Mo's pale, slender legs, exposed beneath the robe, twitched involuntarily. Even his toes had stiffened.

[Let's make this clear first: I announced it before I took it. Even if no one seemed to hear me, that can't be my fault, right? It was an emergency—I had no choice! But these people are really hard to deal with. Could they please stop looking at me like that? Who's going to find me a proper outfit first?]

[I didn't feel anything when I had no clothes just now, but now there's a chilly draft between my legs. My current appearance feels rather indecent!]

[Bring me something else to wear. Once I have it, I'll throw away what I'm wearing! No... I'll burn it and destroy the evidence!!]

Shen Mo tugged the bathrobe lower, his toes nearly digging a three-bedroom apartment into the slippers.

His gaze swept swiftly across the crowd before settling on the only woman present.

If he had guessed correctly, she should be "his" so-called older sister—Shen Yue.

Their eyes met, and Shen Mo suddenly froze. They had clearly never met before, yet he felt as if they had been reunited after a long separation.

The sensation seemed to traverse time and space, rising from ancient bloodlines, making his heart beat noticeably faster.

It was impossible to describe, but it made him inexplicably happy~

"Si... Sis, could I borrow some clothes?" His voice had been perfectly normal just moments ago, yet when Shen Mo spoke, it carried a softness even he hadn't expected.

Combined with the original owner's youthful voice, it sounded as though he were acting spoiled after being wronged.

Shen Mo's face nearly flushed red with embarrassment when he heard it. How could he make that kind of sound?

It had to be because of this body!

To avoid the awkwardness, Shen Mo shifted his gaze away, only to discover that the people around him were looking at him even more strangely.

What was going on?

[Why has everyone stopped talking? Don't the protagonists even have one extra set of clothes? I'm practically losing all my dignity over a single outfit. I've never been this humiliated in my life!]

[Why isn't Yang Xuan saying anything? Isn't he his cousin's knight in shining armor? Shouldn't he toss me some clothes right now and make me change out of his cousin's outfit?]

[He was the one who yelled the loudest just now!]

[Come to think of it, who was his cousin again...?]

Shen Mo's puzzled gaze passed over everyone as he tried to identify each character according to the descriptions in the plot.

[That Little Lion with the curly hair who was making such a racket just now is definitely Yang Xuan, that thoughtless fool. He acts like an irritable husky all day long. The one nearest to him, looking at me with those cold eyes, should be Leng Shiyi.]

[Good lord, the chill in his eyes is practically stabbing into me. No wonder he awakened an ice ability—he really is "different" just like his name!]

Shen Mo's gaze slid past Leng Shiyi and moved to the man beside him in camouflage.

[No need to think about this one—he must be Cui Yang. You can tell at a glance that he came from the military. And his face is just like the plot described: as though he has muscle necrosis. There really isn't a hint of expression on it.]

Come to think of it, being stared at by such a stoic tough-guy face really was rather terrifying.

The last person should be the final male lead—Su Ze.

Shen Mo's gaze lingered on him for a long time before he offered his assessment.

[Is this guy the black-hearted fox described in the plot? With those glasses and that refined, gentlemanly appearance, something about him feels off...]

There was also an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Shen Mo attributed it to the fact that Su Ze had the same eye color as his closest friend.

They were both that light violet shade, noble yet carrying a cool aloofness that made people reluctant to approach.

But because he was used to being around his friend, Shen Mo found it rather familiar.

Still, why did this guy keep staring at his legs? Did he have leg hair or something?

Shen Mo resisted the urge to check whether there really was hair on his legs. Just as he finished grumbling inwardly, his eyes met Su Ze's.

With the glasses in the way, Shen Mo could not make out Su Ze's expression clearly.

After holding each other's gaze for two seconds, both of them looked away somewhat uneasily.

[Ahem... ahem... I should have identified all the male leads correctly! But after all this time, is no one going to donate a set of clothes to me?]

Looking at Shen Yue, who was still standing there in a daze, Shen Mo began seriously doubting whether this sister truly treated the original owner well. After all, the original owner had truly been a piece of work; otherwise, this would make no sense.

Only then did Yang Xuan snap back to his senses. His eyes widened, and even the curls atop his head stood on end. "What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you calling—mmph!"

Before Yang Xuan could finish, Leng Shiyi covered his mouth.

Shen Yue also came to her senses then and looked at Su Ze. "Brother Su Ze, could you..."

Remembering the warnings from the past few times and the things her younger brother had done, Shen Yue could not force out the rest. She had already troubled Brother Su Ze far too much; she could not create more trouble for them because of herself.

Su Ze immediately understood what Shen Yue meant. His brows furrowed imperceptibly, then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes flickered.

His gaze darted over those pale, slender legs. He curved his lips and smiled gently at Shen Yue, then, while she was not paying attention, rubbed her head twice. "My clothes would be a little too large for your younger brother."

Just as Shen Yue gritted her teeth and prepared to explode, he quickly seized the chance to turn toward Leng Shiyi. "Could we borrow a few of your cousin's new clothes? Their ages aren't that far apart..."

For some reason, he instinctively put particular emphasis on the word "new."

Su Ze genuinely did not have any suitable clothes. He might have had the fewest clothes of all the male leads; aside from the shirts he wore, the rest of his clothes were white lab coats for experiments.

Leng Shiyi already disliked Shen Mo pestering him, so Su Ze skipped over him directly. Besides, those designer suits of his were not suitable for the current weather.

The moment Yang Xuan heard that they were coming for him, he exploded. Breaking free of Leng Shiyi's hand, he protested loudly, "I don't agree! I don't have any clothes either!"

He did not have many new clothes left. He could barely bear to change into them himself, much less give them to someone he disliked.

And even if he did have them, it did not mean he was willing to give them away!

Past experience had taught them that it was best not to get involved in this sort of thing again. Otherwise, they would once more be stuck to by a certain piece of chewing gum.

Leng Shiyi completely ignored Yang Xuan's objections, as if he had not heard his protest at all. "Fine!"

If this matter did not get resolved in the end, Yueyue would probably be upset again. So they could only sacrifice this foolish cousin.

And Yang Xuan had the worst relationship with Shen Mo, so Shen Mo definitely would not cling to him.

Su Ze nodded after hearing this, likewise ignoring Yang Xuan's opinion.

Under Leng Shiyi's threatening gaze, Yang Xuan could only go fetch clothes with a pitiful, aggrieved expression.

Watching his retreating figure surrender, Su Ze reminded him once more, "Make sure they're new!"

Yang Xuan stumbled and nearly fell. Without looking back, he answered with irritation in his voice, "Got it."