A real man not only needs to use the bathroom often but having morning wood is necessary to be considered healthy.
Ye Shuang, after surviving the nightmare that was going to the bathroom, woke up the following morning to discover that life could always be worse…
Having had a difficult time getting to sleep the night before, the Ye family's two elders woke up quite late the next morning. Little Brother Ye, though, adapted to the situation like a fish to water. He'd slept the moment his head hit the pillow. The next morning, he woke up completely refreshed. He exited his bedroom, and the first thing he saw was a weary-looking handsome man cooking noodles in the kitchen.
Little Brother Ye was still blurry-eyed having just woken up. The first thought that came into his mind from seeing a strange face was Thief! His first reflex was to raise his arm to punch at the intruder. Thankfully, before the punch connected, the handsome man turned around, and the familiar gaze reminded him that this was his new and improved older sister …
"Sis‽" Little Brother Ye patted himself on his face to wake himself up. He exclaimed, "How come you still look like sh*t after a good night's sleep?"
"…" Ye Shuang really didn't want to relive her awkward morning and definitely didn't want to let this little monster in on the devastation she had experienced. "None of your business."
Ye Shuang's expression worsened, but Little Brother Ye only got more excited. Ye Feng stood there quietly in contemplation before he quickly settled on the reason for his sister's darkened expression. He exclaimed excitedly, like he was on a trivia contest, "Sis, did you harden like a Metapod in the morning‽"
With a crack, the wooden chopsticks in Ye Shuang's hand snapped in two. This was as good a confirmation Little Brother Ye was going to get. He explained happily, "That means you have a healthy body. It's not something to be angry about; it happens to every man…"
Little Brother Ye was exceptionally elated, probably because of the jealousy between men. As long as a man more handsome than me suffers, I'm glad, even if that person is my own siste r.
"You can just tell me if you want to die." Ye Shuang dumped the broken chopsticks into the trashcan and glared at her brother as she pulled out another pair of chopsticks and continued cooking the noodles.
It was then that Little Brother Ye woke up from his euphoria. He was reminded of the death of the innocent chopsticks! During the explanation the day before, the Ye family had been too stunned by the 'uncertainty of s.e.x' that they had forgotten to pay attention to another feature of the jade sculpture. It could strengthen the recipient's physical and mental prowess.
However, Little Brother Ye was quickly reminded of the many interesting changes that had happened to his sister after watching Ye Shuang break a pair of chopsticks in two with her bare hands.
It made sense, since he did see the six-pack on Ye Shuang's body. Those abs definitely weren't there for show.
When Little Brother Ye returned from his reverie, Ye Shuang had already finished cooking the noodles, and she carried them to the dining room. Little Brother Ye, who had plenty of questions on his mind and a stomach that needed to be fed, rushed out to follow her.
"Sis, sis! Wait, tell me, did you gain any superpowers‽" Little Brother Ye snatched a bowl and started serving himself a bowl of noodles from the pot. As he added the condiments, he asked anxiously, "Like the ability to see through walls? Mind-reading? Stopping time? Or telling the future? Can you please tell me the answers to my upcoming midterms‽"
Ye Shuang was depressed beyond words. "You've watched too many television shows. Optimization of the body and the mind is all I've got, and that is attached to this s.e.x-changing side effect… If you like it so much, how about a trade‽"
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Release That Man
Ficção CientíficaThe Ye family consisted of four people who couldn't be more common even if they tried. The father of the house, Father Ye, we shall call him for now, was a university lecturer. He was that kind of teacher who didn't leave much of a trace in his stud...