Su Peng lay sprawled across the bed on his stomach, one arm tightly wrapped around An Han's waist, his body half-pressed onto him, pinning An Han flat on his back against the headboard so he could barely move.
An Han wasn't in a hurry to get up. He decided to wait until Su Peng fell into a deeper sleep and relaxed his grip before trying to wriggle free.
He was still ten points short of completing his mission.
He'd assumed that drinking together would boost Su Peng's affection, and that taking care of him afterward would add more. If they could even do something a little "indecent" together tonight—like exchanging suggestive photos, a common pastime among male dorm mates—the task would be finished before the day ended.
"Su Peng, you're not plotting something against me, are you?"
An Han suddenly realized something and looked down at Su Peng's arm clamped firmly around his waist.
Sure, he had his own ulterior motive—to raise Su Peng's affection points—but that was purely for the mission. If Su Peng had ulterior motives of his own… well, that might mean something far more dangerous, like being attracted to his body.
But that seemed unlikely.
If Su Peng really wanted that, he wouldn't have hesitated so long before agreeing to temporarily move into An Han's dorm. He'd have rushed over immediately and probably tried to get him drunk on purpose.
Clearly, Su Peng harbored no ill intentions.
"I've been scammed so many times I start suspecting everyone," An Han muttered to himself, turning his head to look at Su Peng's face.
Admittedly, Su Peng was quite handsome—only slightly less so than himself. But compared to An Han's usual all-black or white-top-black-bottom outfits, Su Peng dressed with noticeable care and style, giving him a more refined aura.
Still, no matter how elegant his usual demeanor, right now he was just a sloppy, dead-drunk mess.
An Han tugged gently at Su Peng's arm around his waist. It was heavy, but thankfully no longer locked in a death grip.
With some effort, he finally pushed the arm away and sat up, slapping his flushed cheeks with both hands.
"You just pass out drunk—don't even think about taking a shower first," he grumbled, crouching down to help remove Su Peng's shoes and socks.
He only bothered because this was Chen Junjie's bed—if it were anyone else's, he wouldn't lift a finger.
After repositioning Su Peng's legs into a proper sleeping posture, An Han straightened up, muttering curses under his breath: "You weigh as much as a pig!"
"Lucky it's me—if it were someone else, they'd leave you like this."
"If you're gonna puke, aim for the trash can—don't ruin the bed, got it?"
Placing the trash bin right beside the bed, An Han felt rather pleased with himself for being so considerate. Then he headed toward the wardrobe.
Su Peng could sleep in his alcohol-soaked clothes if he wanted, but An Han couldn't stand it.
Grabbing his usual oversized shirt—his go-to sleepwear—and a pair of shorts, he dashed off to the bathroom, planning to check on his physical development while he was at it.
Once inside the bathroom, he stripped off all his clothes—then suddenly turned back toward the dorm room.
"What if Su Peng wakes up and barges in?"
In the past, even if someone walked in on him showering, he wouldn't have cared much—maybe just yelled at them. But now? Who knew what Su Peng might do if he saw his body?
He locked the door from the inside and looked down at his flat figure.
"…Yeah, probably nothing would happen."
His waist was indeed slender—but that was just from being underweight, not from toned abs or visible muscle definition. Even a woman's "slim waist" usually came with some muscle tone to make it look healthy and attractive.
His hips had gotten slightly wider and rounder than before, but they still couldn't compare to those of a well-proportioned woman—not to mention his completely flat chest.
"I've basically got the body of a prepubescent girl."
Of course, checking himself this frequently wouldn't show any dramatic changes unless he'd just gained another "body stat" from the system.
Shaking off the thought, he lathered up with shower gel. But the smooth, delicate sensation of his own skin under his fingertips still felt strange and unfamiliar.
"If only this were my girlfriend's skin…"
Wait—if my girlfriend looked like this? …Nah, too flat.
An Han liked curves. His own underdeveloped, girlish figure held zero appeal for him—unless it belonged to an anime character.
That's why he always claimed online to be a "lolicon," though in real life, actual little girls just gave him a headache: "Ugh, not another bratty kid causing trouble again."
"An Han! An Han!"
Just as he was rinsing off, Su Peng's voice suddenly called from outside.
An Han let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Why'd you wake up now?"
"Come here for a sec!"
"Hold on!"
He quickly toweled off, threw on his clothes, and hurried back into the room.
"What's wrong?"
"I puked all over the floor." Su Peng sat weakly against the headboard, pointing at the mess on the ground, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Didn't react in time… got some on the mattress too."
"I literally put the trash can right next to you! Couldn't you aim better?!"
An Han didn't even have time to dry his hair properly. He rushed out to the balcony, grabbed a mop, and returned in a flash.
"How long was I asleep?" Su Peng sat up straighter, grabbing some tissues to wipe the vomit off the mattress.
"About ten minutes? I was still in the shower—had to run out without drying off," An Han said, bending down to mop the floor. His damp hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water tracing down his cheeks. His body was still wet, and his loose clothes clung tightly to his frame, accentuating his shape.
Su Peng's gaze was naturally drawn to him. The white, oversized shirt had turned nearly translucent from the water, faintly revealing the pale skin beneath.
[Su Peng's Affection +5]
Just five more points to go!
Hard work and kindness really did boost affection!
Seeing the system notification, An Han instantly doubled his efforts—and even flashed Su Peng a warmer, more enthusiastic smile. "Don't bother cleaning the mattress yourself. Just sleep in my bed for now—I'll take care of this."
"Are you sure that's okay?"
"Of course it is! I'm planning to stay up all night anyway." The alcohol had left An Han wide awake and unusually cheerful.
"But…"
"It was my idea for you to come stay with me, and I'm the one who suggested drinking—so obviously I'll handle the mess!" Under the influence, An Han's usual restraint vanished. His good mood radiated through every movement, even as he mopped the floor, swaying his hips lightly as if dancing to some upbeat tune.
Su Peng still looked hesitant, but An Han had already grabbed his arm. "Come on, get up—I need to clean the mattress."
"Alright, fine."
"If this leaves a smell, Chen Junjie's gonna start another fight with me."
"How come you two get along so badly?"
"I don't even want to argue with him—it was all his fault from the start." An Han grumbled. "At the beginning of the semester, I was the first to claim the top bunk, but he was too scared to confront Long Ge, so he pressured me to switch beds. Just because I'm short and skinny—he thought I was easy to bully!"
Su Peng was hearing this for the first time. "And then what happened?"
"We got into a fight! If I'd had a better build back then, I would've sent him straight to the hospital!"
That's why An Han cared so much about his physique. When the system had rewarded him with "body stats," he'd been overjoyed—thinking he could finally shed his frail, weak appearance.
Instead, he hadn't become stronger at all… just strangely more curvaceous.