So This Is What You're Like, Big Sister!

"Shen Yu, I only like pretty older sisters who are soft and smell nice. A hard-bodied muscleman like you was kicked out of my aesthetic preferences ages ago."

"Oh, really?"

Ten hours later, at two in the morning.

Looking at the stunning beauty in the bathroom mirror, with a height of 170 centimeters, skin as pale as snow, and a pair of seductive fox eyes, then at the complicated lace underwear in his hand that looked like a higher-math problem, Shen Yu fell into the greatest philosophical crisis of his twenty years of life.

After moving into his childhood friend's bedroom under the fake identity of her "younger sister," the aloof, chaste top student who used to be an iceberg pulled open his collar in the dead of night and rasped:

"Why are you hiding? If I really did fall for you, what could you do about it?"

It's over! Not only have I lost my manhood, but I'm about to lose the twenty years of spotless record I've had as a bona fide guy.