All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 48

New Year’s morning, Zhou Xi woke dazed, hearing chatter outside—a strange girl’s voice. She recalled Beixia asking if a classmate could come study. Zhou Xi had agreed.

She grabbed her phone—nine a.m.

Did students on break rise this early? Zhou Xi questioned life, wanting only to lounge.

Outside, Wu Huimin, first time at Beixia’s, was thrilled, like unwrapping a gift.

Beixia warned, “Zhou Xi’s sleeping. Let’s be quiet.”

Wu Huimin nodded eagerly.

She whispered, “Who’s Zhou Xi?”

Before Beixia answered, Zhou Xi opened her door, smiling from the bedroom, “Morning.”

Wearing a nightdress with a loose robe, her slim legs half-bared, tucked into fluffy slippers, her ankles delicate, face fresh, not greasy, her pretty collarbone peeked out. Lifting her arm, the robe slid to her elbow, her face all smiles.

Gentle beauty!

Wu Huimin’s eyes widened.

Was this Beixia’s family?

Beixia’s lips turned down. She stepped forward, blocking Wu Huimin’s gaze, pushing Zhou Xi back into the room.

“Hey?” Zhou Xi exclaimed.

“Put on clothes properly,” Beixia said sternly, tying Zhou Xi’s belt, pulling up her collar, covering everything but a slim neck, satisfied.

Zhou Xi lazily let Beixia fuss, thinking her sloppy look embarrassed Beixia in front of her friend.

Beixia naturally took Zhou Xi’s hand, “I bought breakfast from your favorite shop.”

“Wow!” Zhou Xi lit up, “When’d you go?” She leaned close, face near Beixia’s.

Beixia smiled, “Not too early. Picked it up while getting my classmate.”

Wu Huimin stood obediently in the living room. Beixia introduced them.

“Zhou Xi.”

“Wu Huimin, my deskmate.”

Wu Huimin had seen Zhou Xi in her car, only glimpsed from afar. Hearing Beixia’s introduction, she thought, This is Zhou Xi…

Zhou Xi peeked from behind Beixia, waving, “Hi, classmate. Eaten yet?”

“I ate, sister!” Wu Huimin said sweetly.

Zhou Xi glanced at Beixia, wistful.

Everyone called her sister, except Beixia.

Beixia ignored it, saying to Wu Huimin, “Let’s study in my room.”

“What about sister?” Wu Huimin’s eyes lingered on Zhou Xi—who wouldn’t want another look at someone pretty?

“She does her thing,” Beixia said.

Wu Huimin waved, “Sister, we’re going in.”

Zhou Xi stepped aside, waving cutely, “Go on.”

In the room, Wu Huimin whispered excitedly, “Sister’s so cute!!!”

Beixia glanced, silent.

She knew Zhou Xi’s charm but didn’t want to share it—just wanted it for herself.

Seeing Beixia quiet, Wu Huimin covered her mouth, too excited by the pretty sister, forgetting Beixia’s reserve.

They settled. Beixia fetched a chair for Wu Huimin. Zhou Xi sat at the table, eating breakfast, scrolling her phone.

Seeing Beixia, she smiled, eyes curving.

Beixia pursed her lips, glanced, and returned to her room.

Zhou Xi: ?

They were fine moments ago.

She tilted her head, puzzled.

Asking the system, “This puberty too?”

System: “Probably.”

Zhou Xi marveled, “You’re using uncertain terms now?”

System: …

It should’ve stayed silent!

Zhou Xi ate, stretched on the balcony.

Her shadow swayed, then she watered plants.

With a guest, Beixia’s door stayed open. Beixia focused on work; Wu Huimin didn’t. Hearing Zhou Xi’s footsteps, her ears followed, eyes wandering, itching, not wanting to study.

She told Beixia, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Beixia, pulling focus from her paper, said, “It’s across.”

“Mm.” Wu Huimin went, then darted to the balcony to chat.

Zhou Xi hummed happily, watering plants, trimming leaves.

Northern winter plants were tough—dry, balcony-friendly, more grass than flower. Her pale face among green leaves glowed under sunlight, radiant.

In ordinary clothes, she seemed draped in finery.

Wu Huimin stared, tripping over the balcony door.

“Careful!” Zhou Xi heard, too late to act, wincing. Wu Huimin grabbed the wall, avoiding a fall.

The noise drew Beixia. Wu Huimin’s seat was empty. Checking, the bathroom door was open. She went to the balcony, where Zhou Xi helped Wu Huimin, asking, “You okay?”

Wu Huimin blushed.

Why embarrass herself in front of Beixia’s sister?

Her face burned, explaining, “Sister, I’m fine! Just tripped, didn’t fall!”

Zhou Xi frowned, “There’s a step. You’re new here. Come more, you’ll get used to it.” She smiled. Wu Huimin, tongue-tied, mumbled, “Yeah.”

Zhou Xi wanted Beixia to make friends—first guest, she aimed to impress.

Beixia pursed her lips, stepping over, “I’ll take it.” Her eyes on Wu Huimin were cold.

Wu Huimin jolted, snapping awake, jumping from Zhou Xi’s hold, “I’m fine, sister!”

Beixia: “Sister?”

Wu Huimin looked. Zhou Xi, excited, asked, “You called me?” Hopeful.

Beixia turned away awkwardly, softly saying, “Mm, sister.”

Zhou Xi forgot Wu Huimin, beaming, coaxing, “Say it again.”

“Sister.”

“One more…”

Beixia cut her off, annoyed, to Wu Huimin, “Didn’t you come to study? I finished a paper. You writing or not?”

Her tone implied, Don’t write, then leave.

Wu Huimin shrank like a quail under Beixia’s aura.

“I’ll write! Sister, I’m studying!” she told Zhou Xi, smiling at Beixia, “I’ll finish a paper before moving!” Nearly swearing.

Zhou Xi laughed, watching their banter.

Beixia huffed, “Hurry up.”

Wu Huimin scurried to the room.

Seeing her flee, Beixia turned stiffly to Zhou Xi, “Don’t smile at others like that.”

She walked off.

Her cold back was ruthless, like autumn wind sweeping leaves.

Zhou Xi:

Staring at the empty living room, she muttered, “Puberty? Worried I’ll steal her friend?”

Did puberty kids have such possessiveness?

Zhou Xi was lost.

Balcony plants watered, she grabbed her laptop to research puberty, seeking Beixia’s behavior’s cause. The more she read, the more confused. But one point stood out: “Parents must tolerate puberty kids.”

Zhou Xi pondered.

She wasn’t gentle enough, missing Beixia’s insecurities.

Sighing, Wu Huimin must be important to her.

Concluding, Zhou Xi resumed her tasks.

In the room, Beixia fidgeted, eyes full of worry on her paper.

Were her words too harsh?

Regretting, she didn’t mean it that way.

She just didn’t want Zhou Xi close to others—wanted those eyes, those hands, on her alone.

Her longing and torment were hers alone.

Beixia bit her lip, staring at the paper, brows furrowed, as if it were her enemy.

Wu Huimin peeked, shaking her head sympathetically.

What question stumped her usually stoic deskmate? It must be tough.

Sighing inwardly, she frowned too, mirroring Beixia’s grim expression.

Both glared at their papers, burdened.

Zhou Xi glanced in, seeing them side by side, studying.

She nodded, impressed by their effort.

Not disturbing, she stepped lightly, ordering takeout to reward them.

At noon, takeout arrived. Zhou Xi set it on the table, knocking on Beixia’s door, “Wrote all morning. Eat and rest.”

Wu Huimin dropped her pen, thrilled, but saw Beixia still working, distressed.

Her deskmate didn’t stop—should she keep going?

Zhou Xi approached, stopping Beixia’s hand, “Meal time’s for eating, or you won’t grow tall.”

Beixia’s eyes fell on their clasped hands, looking down, “I know.”

“So eat,” Zhou Xi released her, smiling.

Wu Huimin cheered.

Beixia tucked her right hand under the table, covering it with her left—it felt hot.

At the table, Beixia scanned the seats, quietly sitting beside Zhou Xi, leaving the opposite spot empty.

She used to sit across, facing Zhou Xi. The change unsettled Zhou Xi, who glanced at her.

Beixia’s face was blank, unreadable.

Wu Huimin, visibly excited, was easy to read.

“So much good food?” Wu Huimin beamed.

Zhou Xi smiled, “For you both, especially you, first-time guest. Gotta make you feel at home.”

“Thanks, sister!” Wu Huimin’s sweet words flowed.

Beixia pursed her lips, sulking.

Zhou Xi minded Wu Huimin but didn’t neglect Beixia, passing utensils, picking food Beixia struggled to reach.

Setting a drink by Beixia, Zhou Xi felt her sleeve tugged.

Beixia, expressionless, said, “Thanks, sister.” Her ears reddened.

Zhou Xi’s heart skipped, charmed, her sister-fixation satisfied.

Beixia, who rarely called her sister, did so multiple times today. Zhou Xi’s lips curved secretly, face composed, but her inner tail wagged wildly.