My girlfriend is from the future!

"Click."

The bedroom door was slowly opened, and what appeared first was not a person, but a slender foot wearing wooden clogs, with a fair ankle and the curve of the straps exuding just the right amount of elegance.

Then came a touch of cherry blossom pink from the hem of a garment, followed by a peculiar scent that mingled with the aroma of wild berries and the ink from the printed patterns on the clothes.

The next second, Wen Liang's figure came into full view.

Even though He Tianran was already very familiar with the character she was cosplaying, having watched countless videos of beautiful cosplayers on Douyin and Bilibili, he still gasped for breath when Wen Liang finished getting ready and came out…

Wen Liang's original wavy long hair has been replaced by a high-quality cherry pink wig, with smooth strands that reach her waist.

The most...no, most artistic aspect of the character "Yae no Miko" lies in the ingenious design of her sleeves and body. The large, flowing sleeves hang independently on her arms, completely exposing Wenliang's fair underarms. She simply drapes her arms casually over the doorframe, and this simple action pulls the fabric, causing the design at her chest to clung tightly to her neckline, while the sides are deliberately left bare, covered by black silk, revealing a full and alluring curve...

He Tianran's gaze fell downwards. The modified crimson trousers and skirt of the other woman barely covered her thighs, leaving her long, beautiful legs exposed to the air without any defense, exuding a captivating and vibrant energy—

Sexual aura.

Wen Liang placed one hand on the door, crossed her arms, and glanced down at He Tianran. A playful, almost aggressive smile played on her lips. With a flicker of her eyes, she perfectly captured the lazy yet cunning charm of a "sly fox."

Wen Liang alone was enough to overload He Tianran's pig brain.

A slight smile curved Wen Liang's red lips as her gaze swept over the two "door gods" wearing comical sunglasses at the entrance. A hint of mockery crossed her face as she was about to speak—

Just then, another figure behind her gradually came into He Tianran's view!

The light in the living room seemed to focus instantly.

Cao Aiqing stood there.

On ordinary days, she is always dressed in well-tailored shirts, suit pants, or elegant long skirts, exuding an intellectual and gentle aura, like a classical painting in a museum that requires quiet appreciation.

People knew she was beautiful, but they never imagined that such a breathtaking scene lay beneath that painting frame...

If Wen Liang is a perfect portrayal, then Cao Aiqing is a natural talent who stumbled upon the role by chance and ended up fitting the character perfectly.

Instead of wearing a wig, she simply tied her long hair up high, revealing her slender, fair neck. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes tried to maintain the majesty of a deity, but a hint of shyness made them more lively and alluring than usual.

The most lethal part is the side skirt that opens up to the top of the thigh.

She took only a small step forward, and the fabric tore open, revealing a straight, slender, shapely, and firm jade leg that flowed smoothly from top to bottom, its skin dazzlingly white.

She was clearly extremely ashamed of her outfit. Her hands were clasped awkwardly in front of her, and she subconsciously tried to pull at the side panel that couldn't cover anything. An unnatural blush rose on her cheeks, and her usually calm eyes now looked like those of a startled deer, frantically looking away and not daring to meet anyone's gaze.

The stark contrast between this understated elegance and the revealing sexiness of her clothing gives Cao Aiqing a captivating, contradictory beauty that blends innocence and asceticism.

As everyone knows, people without a chest cannot cosplay the character Raiden General, since the most symbolic scene of this character is pulling a knife out of his chest...

When Jiang Xixi bought this outfit, even though it was a size too small, she still had to clip it with clips at the back and tighten the waistband to squeeze it in. But now, this cosplay outfit, which holds more collectible value than practicality for the young girl, is worn by Cao Aiqing. For the first time, the fabric at the chest is stretched into a beautiful line, as if it can no longer contain any more beauty...

Indeed, Wen Liang, standing to the side, was dressed in the most alluring and graceful attire of a goddess, perfectly showcasing the beauty of a woman's curves.

However, at this moment, if the two were placed side by side, He Tianran was astonished to find that, in terms of "broad-mindedness," Cao Aiqing, who was usually the most gentle and reserved, actually possessed a wealth of hidden "capital" that rivaled that of the vixen beside her. With the shallow experience of the "young" He Tianran, he probably couldn't tell the difference between the two for the time being...

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

"In terms of strength, both of them are at max level..."

Jiang Xixi muttered something to herself, feeling unwilling, her eyes scanning back and forth behind her sunglasses as she became caught up in a vortex of comparing the combat strength of herself and her enemy.

In contrast, He Tianran's sunglasses had already slipped down to the tip of his nose, his mouth was slightly open, and his pupils were dizzy. He had expected it to be amazing, but he hadn't expected it to be this kind of... nuclear-level visual impact that was enough to destroy his sixteen-year-old mind.

Cao Aiqing looked bewildered and embarrassed, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" She glanced at Wen Liang, who was still able to remain calm in the face of the situation. Wen Liang chuckled after sensing the pleading look in Cao Aiqing's eyes.

The cunning glint in Wen Liang's eyes intensified. She took a step forward, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, and walked towards He Tianran. She reached out and gently touched the boy's chin, her fingertips lightly touching his stunned chin. Her voice was full of seductive teasing:

"Little one, your wish has been granted. Now, let's... get down to business, shall we?"

He Tianran, whose heart was already pounding, felt the other person's soft fingertips slowly caress his jawline as they spoke, finally stopping on his chin and lifting it slightly. He instantly felt a surge of heat in his nostrils, which then gushed out the next second!

"Hey!"

The woman, who was playing the role of a charming and alluring lady, suddenly lost her composure and cried out twice before quickly withdrawing her hand.

Seeing the other person's embarrassment, He Tianran subconsciously wiped his burning nose.

All I could see in my hand was a warm, scarlet substance.

"Ah! Brother He! You, you're bleeding from your nose!" Jiang Xixi exclaimed.

Wen Liang, who had just withdrawn her hand, regained her composure and wanted to step forward to check on He Tianran. However, He Tianran took several steps back, covering his nose with one hand and waving the other in a flustered manner, his tongue tied in knots:
"You...you...don't come any closer!"

"What's wrong? You're bleeding. I just wanted to stop the bleeding. It makes me very sad to hear you say that."

The more He Tianran retreated, the closer Wen Liang got, his fox-like eyes curving into crescents as if he were enjoying the amusing sight of his prey's death throes.

Just then, another hand handed over a wad of tissues, accompanied by a helpless yet concerned voice:
"Hurry up and wipe yourself clean, tilt your head back a little."

It has to be that beautiful and kind-hearted Cao Aiqing...

She couldn't stand by and watch this one-sided bullying any longer, so she came over.

He Tianran gratefully accepted the tissue, hastily stuffed it into his nostrils, tilted his head back, and then looked down to meet Cao Aiqing's eyes, which were so close to his own and filled with worry, and... the snow-covered cleavage on the other's chest that seemed like a sword could really be pulled out...

The delicate fragrance emanating from the other person lingered around the boy's nose, captivating him even more than the aggressive allure of Wen Liang.

On one side is the fox spirit who takes the initiative, and on the other side is the goddess who is passively bathed in holy light.

The two extreme experiences overwhelmed He Tianran's already fragile mental defenses like a tidal wave.

"Waaaaahh ...

The living room fell silent once again.

Three women with very different styles looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wen Liang, dressed as the Yae no Miko, Cao Aiqing, dressed as the Raiden General, and Jiang Xixi, dressed in cat-ear pajamas, stood in the middle of the messy living room, the atmosphere so awkward that they all wanted to quit this cosplay game...

"Oh my, it seems this 'young man' really is just a 'young man.' The original He Tianran's resistance wasn't this low. Hey Ai Qing..."

Wen Liang broke the silence first, wiping her fingertips from the blood on He Tianran's nose. She seemed to have thought of something amusing, and looked at Cao Aiqing's outfit, which still left her somewhat flustered, her tone full of mockery:

"You know, aren't the attribute panels different for each of He Tianran's multiple personalities? If the original He Tianran was level 100, this one is level 0."

Cao Aiqing sighed helplessly, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The worry in her eyes as she gazed at the bathroom was unmistakable.
"I don't understand what you're saying, stop joking..."

"What this fox is trying to say is that she just dealt a critical hit to Brother He, and the damage was so excessive that Brother He, who is still a 'virgin,' couldn't handle it, which is why he had a nosebleed."

"You still dare to talk!"

Jiang Xixi's analysis was spot-on, but she was immediately silenced by a fierce glare from Cao Aiqing, and could only make up an excuse:
"I'll call him!"

She volunteered, ran to the bathroom door, and knocked softly, using a tone as if coaxing her sickly older brother:

"Brother He? Are you still in there? Don't disconnect! We're done playing, come out!"

"..."

There was no movement from inside the door.

“They said they want to switch back,” Jiang Xixi said, her eyes darting around as she changed her excuse. “They’ve done everything you asked, so let’s just have a normal chat and stop the role-playing!”

A few seconds later, He Tianran's muffled voice, thick with nasal tones and tinged with shame, came from inside the door:
"……real?"

As expected, the cosplay game of a top-tier succubus was still too stimulating for He Tianran, a newbie still in the beginner's village.

"Really!" the three women exclaimed in unison.

"Then...then you guys go in and change first, and I'll come out when I'm done!"

Wen Liang and Cao Aiqing exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

That boy really got them both completely disoriented and exhausted.

……

……

Back in the bedroom, when she took off the elaborate yet restrictive outfit, Cao Aiqing felt an unprecedented sense of liberation. When she changed back into her simple cashmere sweater and trousers, she felt as if she had regained control of her body.

Wen Liang, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself more. She carefully folded the clothes of the Eightfold Divine Child, with a faint smile on her lips.

When the two of them came out of the bedroom again, He Tianran had already come out of the bathroom and was sitting upright on the sofa.

He had already washed his face, and the nosebleed had stopped, but the blush on his face had not completely faded. His eyes darted around, and he dared not look at anyone. He looked like a student who had done something wrong and was waiting for the teacher to scold him. He was completely different from the arrogant "little tyrant" who had just made unreasonable demands.

The living room was restored to its original layout, but this time, no one had the mind to cause trouble. The air was filled with a complex atmosphere that was both refreshing and somewhat solemn, like after a rainstorm.

In the end, it was Cao Aiqing who took the initiative to sit next to He Tianran, breaking the silence.

“Natural…” Her voice returned to its usual gentle tone, “You don’t need to be nervous, we don’t mean to blame you.”

The boy lowered his head and hummed in agreement.

“But we all feel,” Cao Aiqing carefully chose her words, her gaze falling on his profile, “that the way you are now is quite different from the 'boy' we knew in high school…”

Wen Liang, who was standing to the side, nodded as well. She pulled up a chair and sat down, her expression serious.

“That’s right. You were quite… immature in high school, but you were mostly introverted and shy. Now, you’re like a spoiled child, unrestrained.”

Jiang Xixi added softly, "Brother He... you were indeed a little carried away just now."

The three people's words were like a mirror, reflecting the "abnormality" of his current state.

The boy knew they were telling the truth.

The reason for this is that ever since the "writer" personality was forced to confess everything at the Chenchen Club, his "teenager" personality, which should have been suppressed in the deepest part of his being, seems to have found an outlet for its venting.

He discovered that he no longer needed to pretend to be that shrewd and omnipotent "adult". Some people knew his secret, some were willing to "go crazy" with him, and even... some were at a loss because of his childishness.

This novel experience captivated him, to the point that when Wen Liang and Cao Aiqing appeared at the same time, his long-suppressed vanity and desire for self-expression, typical of a young man, completely erupted and ultimately spiraled out of control.

“I…” His voice was dry, with a hint of bewilderment and grievance that he himself was unaware of, “I just feel… that finally… I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

"No longer needing to pretend doesn't mean you can act recklessly."

Cao Aiqing's voice remained gentle: "Tianran, we want to help you, but first, you need to let us know how we can help you so that your condition can be more stable..."

"What is stability? Does it mean having another 'me' take control of the body?"

He Tianran's sudden question startled Cao Aiqing...

The boy finally slowly raised his head. He looked at Cao Aiqing, then at Wen Liang and Jiang Xixi. For the first time, a genuine sense of confusion, belonging only to adolescence, appeared in his clear eyes.

"If it's just about maintaining the image of an 'adult,' not acting recklessly or showing off, then... I can do that too..."

Why do we need another 'me'?

Am I not 'He Tianran'? (End of Chapter)