Unexpected Encounters and Unspoken Understandings

Having set down her phone, Luo Xuan settled back onto the bed, a persistent sense of unreality still clinging to her.

With time of the essence, she had urged ‘Xiao Bai’ to arrive as soon as possible, and the reply had been an immediate departure, though the subway journey would naturally take some time.

How truly accommodating they were, precisely mirroring the glowing reputation she’d heard within the group chat.

After hours of fruitless searching the previous night, failing to secure even a marginally suitable candidate, she had awoken this morning to find a delightful girl, far exceeding all expectations, proactively knocking at her door—it felt utterly dreamlike.

Luo Xuan closed her eyes, recalling the video the girl had just sent, where she had gracefully twirled before the camera, her form swaying and bouncing with a delightful charm.

Likely having just risen from bed, she had been clad in a loose, pajama-like T-shirt, its neckline so wide that it offered an immediate, unobstructed view.

It was then that Luo Xuan finally grasped the true meaning behind her ID, ‘Xiao Bai’ (TL Note: ‘Xiao Bai’ literally translates to ‘Little White’, often used to describe someone naive or inexperienced, but here also implying fair skin).

Indeed, it was exceptionally ‘white’.

In fact, perhaps ‘Da Bai’ (TL Note: ‘Da Bai’ means ‘Big White’) would be a more fitting moniker?

All in all, the sole concern was that Xiao Bai’s face appeared quite youthful, almost like that of a middle schooler.

Damn it, in her initial surge of surprise and delight, she had completely forgotten to inquire about her age.

****

Having just tidied the quilt, Bai Jingjing sat on the edge of the bed, a momentary dilemma weighing on her.

She had already discovered the changes to her ID card and the names on various contract documents—an undeniable, delightful surprise.

Yet, her clothes remained unaltered.

The wardrobe held scant clothing to begin with, and, as expected, every single item was designed for a man; how was she possibly to step out dressed like this?

Venturing to a nearby shopping mall to buy new clothes would, given her unfamiliarity with the area, consume far too much precious time.

Bai Jingjing deliberated carefully.

Blessed with slender, long legs, the pants were of an appropriate length; securing them with a belt should, she reasoned, suffice for now.

For her top, a loose, oversized shirt would have to do; while undeniably large, at least the collar buttons could be secured, averting any unwanted exposure.

The sole predicament, however, lay with her undergarments.

Or, more precisely, with the protective ‘tuantuan’ (TL Note: A playful, affectionate term for breasts, implying roundness or softness).

This was an item that simply couldn’t be improvised; if it wasn’t there, it simply wasn’t, and no amount of wishing would conjure it.

Bai Jingjing had just attempted a few steps, and while the swaying motion wasn’t the primary issue, it was the peculiar sensation it evoked that truly bothered her.

Her gaze fell upon the bedside cabinet, where, alongside her phone and a small desk lamp, lay several unopened band-aids.

Hmm…

****

Half an hour later, Bai Jingjing found herself seated on the subway, en route to the bustling city center.

It was a weekday, and the morning hour was neither too early nor too late—the peak commute had long passed, yet noon was still a distant prospect, leaving the subway carriages sparsely populated.

Bai Jingjing carefully settled into an available seat, quietly massaging her shoulders.

Unaccustomed to the newfound weight on her chest, and with the constant swaying of the train, a dull ache had begun to settle in her shoulders.

Clad in such makeshift attire and with her head bowed, she appeared the epitome of a country bumpkin, failing to draw any significant attention from her fellow passengers.

Any occasional gaze that did sweep over her merely paused on the striking cascade of her cherry-blossom white hair.

The long subway journey, marked by quiet anticipation, at last brought her to her destination; Bai Jingjing, phone in hand, began navigating towards the address Eylla had provided.

****

“Ding-dong~”

“Coming, coming.”

Luo Xuan, who had been waiting at home for quite some time, rushed to open the door the moment the doorbell chimed.

“Xiao… Bai?”

“Mm.”

The girl stood right at the threshold, and seeing that small face, even more exquisite and charming than in the video, Luo Xuan finally accepted that not a single beauty filter or touch-up had been employed during the recording.

Moreover, her voice was utterly delightful, possessing a soft, sweet, and gentle quality.

Only, her attire…

“Please, come in and have a seat,” Luo Xuan invited her into the house, then added casually, “Oh, and about your outfit…”

Bai Jingjing’s steps faltered, her small mouth parting slightly. “The weather turned hot so suddenly,” she explained, “I didn’t have a chance to get any summer clothes ready.”

In truth, she hadn’t prepared any *girl’s* clothes at all.

“Oh, I see.”

Luo Xuan offered a casual acknowledgment; while she wasn’t entirely sure if such oversized clothing distinguished between genders, the shoddy quality of the ensemble was undeniably obvious at first glance.

Stitches were unraveling, making it look as though it had been thoroughly roughed up.

A flicker of understanding passed through her; she now seemed to grasp why Bai Jingjing had taken on this particular job.

Bai Jingjing slowly entered the room, her gaze occasionally darting towards Luo Xuan’s figure.

To be frank, it was also her first encounter with such a strikingly beautiful girl, who appeared a few years her senior, likely in her early twenties.

‘What a lovely older sister, truly wonderful.’

“Have a seat for a moment; I’ll go over the important details with you,” Luo Xuan said, guiding her to the living room. “Would you like anything to drink?”

Bai Jingjing noticed a teapot on the table, a few lemon slices infusing its contents.

“Lemon water will be perfect,” the girl replied in a soft voice.

With the water poured, the two sat facing one another, and after exchanging names, their conversation began.

Luo Xuan felt a slight flutter of nervousness.

On one hand, her nerves stemmed from interacting with such an adorable and beautiful girl for the very first time; on the other, it was due to the uncomfortable truth that she… didn’t actually understand much at all.

Indeed, despite being a seasoned administrator of the Lily Garden QQ group and the influential ‘Miss Eylla’ (TL Note: ‘Eylla’ is a common transliteration of ‘艾拉’, often used for a powerful female character) within their circle, she was, in reality, a pure maiden utterly devoid of any practical experience.

Ordinarily, in the group, she would engage in lively discussions on every topic imaginable, from ‘XP’ (TL Note: A common internet slang term for ‘sexual preference’ or ‘kink’) to various play styles; clutching her keyboard, she felt utterly at home. The more she boasted, the more it seemed she truly embodied the persona of an all-knowing ‘old driver’ (TL Note: ‘Lao Si Ji’ or ‘old driver’ is an internet slang term for someone very experienced in a particular field, often with sexual connotations in this context).

Yet, when faced with the actual need to impart practical knowledge, her true inexperience would inevitably be laid bare.

“My friend has a rather peculiar temperament; I’ll elaborate on the specifics a bit later. For now, let’s discuss your duties, which are, well… as I mentioned last night, all the things a real girlfriend would do…” Luo Xuan’s voice trailed off into an embarrassed mumble. “A girlfriend, you know, that… you understand, don’t you?”

Utterly at a loss for words, Luo Xuan feared that her meager ‘knowledge’ would betray her, leaving her vulnerable to Bai Jingjing’s secret ridicule.

She reasoned that since Bai Jingjing had dared to accept this job, she must surely possess considerable skill, easily on par with the ‘old drivers’ from their group chat.

But Bai Jingjing tilted her head, and in her wine-red pupils, two words were unequivocally etched—

‘Don’t understand.’

Having only just become a girl, there was so much she didn’t comprehend, so much she needed to be taught.

The adorable girl blinked, gazing at her with such innocent cuteness that Luo Xuan actually understood. “You, could it be… you don’t understand?”

“Mm, not particularly,” Bai Jingjing replied softly. “Perhaps I could use some guidance from big sister.”

Work, after all, demanded meticulousness; one couldn’t simply assume proficiency. If she didn’t know, she had to learn.

This, she felt, was the proper attitude.

Luo Xuan let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding; since Bai Jingjing also lacked understanding, she no longer needed to fear ridicule.

However, a blush quickly crept up her pretty face. “Guidance like that, ahem, isn’t urgent right now. We still have some time… By the way, you should change your clothes first. I have plenty, so we can see what suits you best.”

As she spoke, Luo Xuan pulled out several summer outfits.

Bai Jingjing also breathed a sigh of relief; the temperature had risen today, and wearing such a baggy outer layer was starting to feel a bit warm.

Yet, the moment her small hand touched the zipper, she sensed something amiss.

“Sister Luo,” the girl pleaded in a soft voice, “could you help me with the zipper? It’s stuck.”

“Let me try.”

Luo Xuan didn’t think much of it, reaching out to grasp the zipper. With a slight tug, she pulled it down a short distance.

The neckline opened slightly, and half of a jade-like bowl (TL Note: A poetic metaphor for a breast) came into view.

Hmm?

Before Luo Xuan could even process it, Bai Jingjing’s small hand gave a firm pull, easily opening the zipper completely.

What stood out, beyond the soft white ‘pillow’ (TL Note: A poetic metaphor for a breast), were the band-aids.

Hmm, hmm, hmm?

It took Luo Xuan a good while to finally lift her gaze, only to find Bai Jingjing quietly looking back at her, her eyes filled with pure innocence.