Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Cheng Jing took Jiang Nian home at the fastest speed possible. Only after closing the door did he properly admire his miniaturized lover.

He didn’t hide the situation of Jiang Nian shrinking due to Qian Lang’s superpower from the other teammates and friends.

After sending a group message to inform everyone, he even asked Li Shuhui to help find some small clothes, shoes, and socks.

Li Shuhui, being a young girl at heart, had collected many doll collectibles and various small accessories after moving, all of which were about Nian Nian's current size.

Upon learning the purpose of the tiny clothes and accessories, Cheng Jing could literally feel her excitement through the phone:

"Yes, yes, I have lots! I can even make some myself—I have soft fabrics. I’ll bring them over later! I also have a few princess-style Lolita dresses. (t/n: Lolita fashion) Brother Jiang Nian would definitely look amazing in them!"

Look at her—already so excited she was babbling nonsense. Cheng Jing rubbed his forehead.

"Shuhui, I need menswear, menswear! Your Brother Jiang Nian is a boy!"

What's wrong with this girl?

"I know! Of course, I have menswear too. But since Brother Jiang Nian has shrunk, he probably wouldn’t refuse wearing a dress, right? I also have French maid costumes and white stockings. Seriously, once I bring them over, you’ll see—they’ll look super cute! Hehe..."

Li Shuhui’s voice was bubbly. She would never dare to suggest such things when Jiang Nian was his usual towering self, but now that he was tiny, just imagining how adorable he’d look was too tempting to resist.

Not long ago, Qian-jie had already texted her, inviting her to come along.

"......"

Cheng Jing stared at Jiang Nian’s now somewhat androgynous face after shrinking and, despite himself, found himself nodding along to her descriptions.

"Fine, bring them over first."

(Cough.) If Nian Nian didn’t like it, he didn’t have to wear them. Cheng Jing didn’t have any strange fetish for making his boyfriend dress in women's clothes.

"......"

Just as he hung up Li Shuhui’s call, Huang Qian called.

"BAHAHA—"

The moment the call connected, raucous laughter and her crude remarks poured out:

"Congrats! You can finally pocket your wife now. You must be loving this, huh? You’re not already doing something weird, are you?"

"Huang Qian! Did the apocalypse kill your manners or what?"

Cheng Jing rolled his eyes while gently squeezing Jiang Nian’s tiny hand with his other hand. He had already temporarily put away the ring.

Huang Qian, however, was relentless:

"Stop pretending. I know exactly what kind of freak you are deep down! You’re just a closet freak in front of Nian Nian! But don’t get ahead of yourself—wait till I get there and teach you—"

"I’m not a pervert, thanks! Don’t come over. Goodbye."

Already led astray once by Li Shuhui, Cheng Jing chose to hang up before Huang Qian could spout more craziness.

Afterward, he leaned over the bed again to gaze at his sleeping lover. Unable to resist, he planted a kiss on him—so adorably soft.

Suddenly, he recalled a question he’d seen online pre-apocalypse:

'If you met your childhood sweetheart, what would you do?'

Well, just like this—wasting no time planting a kiss first. Even though the shrunken Nian Nian isn’t exactly the same as his normal childhood self, Cheng Jing still got what he wanted.

He then extended his slightly calloused fingertips to gently brush Jiang Nian’s hair, cheeks, lips, fingers, and toes…

The mini-him was tiny everywhere—so freaking cute!

Wonder if his superpower still works in this state…

…

By the time Jiang Nian woke up, it was already past six. Before blacking out, he had already realized he’d shrunk, so there was no reason to be surprised.

The lights were on in the room, but Brother Jing wasn’t there. From the sounds, he was whipping up dinner in the kitchen.

Everything in sight had become enormous. After taking a moment to adjust, he crawled up and scrambled onto the nightstand to pick up the small mirror there, checking himself out:

Stubby little limbs, fair and soft, abs and defined lines gone—just soft all over. His gaze trailed downward… Well, pathetically tiny…

Honestly, it was weirdly adorable. He was chill about it and felt fine—Brother Jing would probably like it too.

Of course, no matter what he became, Brother Jing would always love him.

Just as Cheng Jing pushed the door open, he saw someone standing butt-naked in front of the mirror, using dinky little hands to pinch and prod at his own face and body.

He looked like a literal mochi ball come to life—hilariously cute.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Nian turned around in a fluster, but the moment he saw Cheng Jing, a smile quickly spread across his tiny face.

"Brother Jing, I—"

His own baby-talk voice startled him. Embarrassed, he covered his mouth, his face turning beet red with sudden shame.

But then again, it made sense—with all his organs shrunk, at least he could still talk. If his voice hadn’t changed, *that* would’ve been weird.

"You’re awake. Any discomfort, Nian Nian?" Cheng Jing played it cool as he strode over.

Jiang Nian hastily pulled up a towel to wrap around himself and shook his head.

"Nothing uncomfortable. Just feel… lighter overall."

Cheng Jing cupped him in his hands.

"Let’s get you in a warm bath first to relax. Xiao Hui should be dropping off your clothes soon."

Jiang Nian clutched the corner of the towel with one hand and Cheng Jing’s thumb with the other, tilting his head hesitantly.

"You asked her to make clothes for me?"

Having a crafty little sister was such a blessing.

Cheng Jing shook his head, then nodded.

"She volunteered to sew some, but don’t forget—she’s collected a lot of dolls. Fancy, gorgeous ones with lots of cute, quality outfits."

He felt oddly guilty after saying that.

"......"

Jiang Nian tilted his head and thought for a moment:

"Most of her dolls are girl dolls, right?"

Cheng Jing nodded:

"There are boys' clothes too, but... well, you're small now, so... *cough*... boy or girl clothes would work, right? It's just for three days."

Cheng Jing stepped into the bathroom and set Jiang Nian down on the edge of the bathtub before turning to fill it with water.

Jiang Nian caught the fleeting discomfort on his face and asked directly:

"Brother Jing, do you actually want to see me in girls' clothes?"

Men—they're so transparent!

"Uh... doll clothes are fine, right? It's not like I'm into that. I'm not forcing you to wear them."

After saying this, Cheng Jing lowered him into the partially filled bathtub and took out a soft disposable towel to bathe him.

These disposable towels were usually reserved for Li Shuhui and Huang Qian, that Jiang Nian had stocked up on before the apocalypse. He never expected he’d end up using them himself.

"*Heh*..."

Jiang Nian couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered, awkward look:

"It’s fine. If Brother Jing wants to see, I’ll wear them."

Cheng Jing wiped his face and paused briefly before nodding:

"Mm. Anything you wear now would look adorable. Consider it a novel experience."

Then he cradled him in his palm to wash his hair, sighing inwardly:

How could someone be so utterly sweet?

After washing his hair, Jiang Nian amused himself in the water, bobbing and paddling about in the bathtub. He tested his ability, but its effective range was only about half a meter.

Watching him, Cheng Jing got an idea and asked:

"Nian Nian, would it be okay if I took some photos and videos to save as keepsakes?"

Even though Qian Lang was around, if he asked, Jiang Nian would definitely shrink for him to play with. But it still wasn't completely safe—just this once, no exceptions.

They also needed to get the professors to develop countermeasures and antidotes for this ability as soon as possible. Otherwise, accidentally hitting allies in the field could have dire consequences.

Jiang Nian shook his hair and paddled over happily, propping himself up on the edge of the bathtub to peer up at him:

"Of course, if Brother Jing wants to."

Hearing this, Cheng Jing turned and went to fetch a video camera and a still camera.

He began filming and snapping pictures.

"......"

*Tap tap tap...*

Mid-bath, a knock came at the door. Cheng Jing told Jiang Nian to keep soaking while he got up and went out.

Li Shuhui and Huang Qian arrived carrying large and small bags.

According to the information Cheng Jing had provided, aside from the collectible figure outfits for the first three days, there were also children's clothes for other age groups.

Cheng Jing could tell at a glance that most of them were girls' clothes. Seeing the two women's "in cahoots," "up to no good," and "mischievous" smiles, he knew exactly what was going on.

Fortunately, Nian Nian had already offered to wear them for him.