Times like these, Su Yan loved this world a bit more.

A guy “blows up” a girl’s belly and she takes the heat. Junior Sister dug her own grave—good luck.

He smirked.

…

“Now what?”

Back in his room, eyeing the empty space, he sighed.

With Junior Sister gone, things felt strange. He used to remind her to train and joke around with her. Now, she was gone—just like that.

“Well… I guess I’ll try making pills.”

He had been wanting to try alchemy for a while. But days passed, and his system didn’t give him any skill points. That was a bad sign.

Only skills the system recognized got better with use. So he had to succeed while he still had free time.

“Alchemy is a good skill to have!”

In their world, normal money didn’t matter—spirit stones did. And alchemists made tons of spirit stones.

“Little fox, let’s go!”

He lit the furnace. The fox wasn’t just a pet—it was the taste tester for his pills.

“Chirp chirp chirp!”

The fox cried out, not happy. He ignored it—he didn’t understand fox language anyway.

…

Without Lin Qingyue, things were calm again. He could focus, but when he had nothing to do, he got bored fast.

“Ugh, messed it up again.”

Black smoke poured from the furnace. That burned smell again—he sighed.

“Chirp chirp chirp!”

The fox smelled the fail and ran off, just like always.

He glanced at it. “Relax—I’m not giving you any. Even I can tell this batch is useless.”

A simple spell could fix it, but what was the point?

“I wonder how Junior Sister’s doing now.”

He put out the fire and rested his chin on his hand. She was probably working hard—her Master didn’t play around.

Knock knock knock.

His thoughts broke off.

“Who is it?”

“Senior Brother, it’s me.”

Her soft voice—he blinked. Junior Sister?

“Hold on, I’m coming.”

He opened the door. There she was, wearing a clean white gown. Her eyes sparkled happily when she saw him.

“Junior Sister? Why are you back?”

She had just gone to train with Master yesterday. Why show up today? Was something wrong?

“It’s nothing. Master’s getting me ready for Foundation Establishment. There’s a lot to learn, but I had time to grab some clothes. So… I came to see you.”

“Oh, I see.”

She had just left, and now she was back. It was a bit odd, but she was still young—it made sense she’d want to see someone familiar.

“Want to come in?”

“No.”

She shook her head. She had enough time, but when she was with him, time always flew by. Stay too long, and she might forget herself.

Master waiting? Not worth the risk."Yeah, don’t keep Master waiting."

He nodded and looked into her eyes. She stared back.

“Anything else?”

She already said what she came for, so why was she still standing there?

“I…”

Her cheeks turned red, and she looked down.

She really had no reason to come again after picking up her things. But…

“Not enough!” she thought.

Master planned to train her for three whole months. No visits, no chats—nothing. What if Senior Brother forgot about her? Even if he didn’t, feelings could fade. So she made up her mind.

“I have something for you.”

Her face turned even redder.

“A gift?” he asked, now curious.

She took a deep breath, bent a little, and lifted her skirt slightly. With one hand, she pulled at the top of her stocking and slowly slid it down, showing her pale thigh.

His breath caught.

She took off both stockings, folded them, and placed them in a small box.

“S-Senior Brother… this is for you.”

“???”

He blinked. Did she just give him… used stockings?

She quickly added, “Don’t worry! They’re clean. I only wore them today—no sweat, no dirt.”

That wasn’t the problem. The problem was… why give something like this?

Wait—then it hit him. A few days ago, she found a stocking in his room. He lied and said it was part of a collection. She must have believed it…

Did she really think he liked collecting girls’ used stockings?

“Senior Brother, I need to go now.”

She looked a little shy, but determined. She figured if he kept the box, he’d think of her when he saw it.

Why stockings? Because she had caught him secretly looking at them before. Even though he tried to hide it, she noticed.

When she wore them, he glanced more often, and it made her blush.

“Wait—this box…”

He tried to give it back, but she ran off.

“Too shy to say more, but bold enough to gift this?”

He scratched his head and looked at the box.

“Used stockings as a gift? That’s… strange.”

He shook his head, confused.

But still… her smooth, pale legs… they were kind of nice.

“I kinda want to touch them…”

He mumbled, eyes drifting off in thought.