Chapter 231: The Son Has a Big Problem
The effect of the chest binder on her family was not as strong as she imagined.
If it were any other man, the moment he saw An Han wearing a chest binder, his affection level would already be rising fast.
He would probably go from zero to eighty in ten minutes, and pass one hundred in twenty minutes.
But during dinner, it only rose a little after more than ten minutes, and even now after spending tens of minutes in the same room, her father’s affection had only gone up by twenty points in total.
This made An Han feel a bit relieved. At least the chance of the story turning into something like an R-18 plot became much lower.
Hiding inside the blanket, only her small head was showing. Her eyes looked a bit nervous, and she kept secretly glancing at her father.
Her father had already set up his bedding on the floor. Leaning against the wall, he was playing poker on his phone.
“Want me to turn on the TV?” He looked up and asked.
“Oh.”
An Han directly tossed the TV remote onto her father, “You watch. Keep the sound low, my sister will sleep soon.”
It was so uncomfortable~
At first she was worried about the side effects of the item, but now she was more worried that after sleeping like this for a whole night, she would run out of oxygen and suffocate.
Sleeping with her chest tightly wrapped… wouldn’t that cause sleep paralysis?
She turned over and secretly touched her face, her heart full of worries.
Sleeping while wearing makeup might clog pores and cause pimples, right?
Sleeping while wearing a chest binder, this might be bad for her health, right?
The TV was turned on and switched to a news channel. The volume was set to the lowest.
“An Han, did something happen in our family recently?”
“No, why are you asking?” An Han yawned over and over. “I’m sleepy… can we talk tomorrow?”
“If nothing happened, why would people talk bad about our family?”
Her father cared a lot about reputation. He felt very uncomfortable, tossing and turning, unable to focus on the TV.
“They were pointing fingers.”
“Really? Maybe because you haven’t come home for a long time?”
Of course An Han knew the real reason, and she expected that people would gossip. But she didn’t expect her father to notice it so quickly after going out once.
“That makes sense.”
Her explanation convinced him, and he finally continued watching TV with a calmer mood.
But in truth, he kept glancing toward An Han. Even during dinner, he felt something was strange about his son, every small movement carried a soft, girly feeling.
And now, seeing An Han hiding in the blanket with only her head showing, her messy hair making her look cute, he actually felt… “adorable.”
He couldn’t really focus on the TV anymore. His gaze kept drifting to the small head sticking out of the blanket, then stopping on her pale neck.
Her face and neck were clearly two different skin tones. Her neck skin was not only whiter and smoother, but also long and slim like a swan’s, with no visible neck lines at all.
An Han had already noticed her father’s observation. Her heart tightened, though she acted calm on the outside. In her mind, she was already imagining the difficult questions he might ask next.
But he didn’t ask anything. He soon looked back at the TV.
“Brother! Time to sleep!”
The door burst open. Her sister, wearing white fluffy pajamas, ran toward the bed, lifted the blanket, and quickly crawled in.
A moment later, her head popped out next to An Han’s. Her arms and legs wrapped around An Han like an octopus, her head resting on An Han’s shoulder. She made warm, sleepy noises with no clear meaning.
“Brother, it’s so cold~”
The weather at home was five or six degrees colder than at school. The temperature had already dropped to single digits.
An Han pushed her sister’s head away in annoyance.
“Your hair isn’t dry. It’s all wet.”
“Dry it!”
“Don’t scream later tonight when your head hurts.”
With her sister holding her tightly, she struggled to turn over. She reached toward the switch on the bedside table.
“Dad, I’m turning off the lights.”
“Okay.”
“Sleep early.”
With a soft click, only the faint light from the TV remained in the room.
Soon after, her father also turned off the TV, and the room became completely dark, so dark she couldn’t even see her hand.
After about ten minutes, her sister’s soft snoring could already be heard from the bed.
Half an hour later, even though An Han kept her eyes closed, she suddenly opened them wide.
It was unbearable.
She had tried her best to sleep while wearing the chest binder, but the tightness in her chest and the feeling of being squeezed made it impossible to fall asleep. She didn’t even feel sleepy at all.
She gently moved her sister’s arm off her body, lifted herself a little, and looked toward her father on the floor.
He seemed to be asleep.
Feeling relieved, she lay down again and carefully removed her sweater and then the chest binder inside the blanket.
In the dark, every tiny rustling sound felt loud, making her nervous with every movement, afraid she might wake her father.
When her “little white rabbits” were finally free, her breathing instantly became smoother. She took a deep breath, her chest rising high, and exhaled slowly as it drifted down.
The feeling of breathing freely again was amazing~
But the sweater fabric was a bit rough. The rubbing hurt a little.
Well, that was the only choice. Wearing pajamas would show her body curves too clearly, and it wasn’t time to expose herself yet.
She sighed inside her heart, turned to her side, and prepared to sleep. But only a few minutes after closing her eyes, she suddenly sat up again.
She needed to go to the bathroom. She drank too much water.
And she could wash her makeup too… even though the transformation camera could put makeup on in one second, removing it still had to be done normally.
She didn’t bother putting the chest binder back on. Quietly, she climbed out of bed barefoot, tiptoeing carefully in the dark until she reached the door.
She glanced at her father sleeping not far from the door on the floor. She slowly turned on the hallway light, then opened the door—
“An Han, why are you making so much noise in the middle of the night? You woke me up.”
Her whole body froze. Her heart jumped wildly. Her hand was still on the doorknob. Her stiff neck turned little by little toward her father.
Under the hallway light, she could clearly see the confused look on her father’s face.
As expected, once you’re doing something guilty, you can never escape!
Is this the system’s curse??
She could feel her father’s bewildered gaze resting on her chest, and her face instantly burned red.
“I’m just going to the bathroom!”
She ran out barefoot like she was fleeing.
Her father looked even more confused.
A moment ago, his son was standing sideways toward the hallway light, and he clearly saw the high, rounded shape on his son’s chest.
And when he ran away… didn’t it bounce a little?
He rubbed his tired eyes, turned over uncomfortably, and placed a corner of the blanket behind his back for support. The floor bedding was just a mat and blanket, no mattress. His old back really couldn’t take it.
Soon, the hallway light turned off. An Han rushed back inside, shut the door, and dove into the bed.
He didn’t see anything… right?
She curled up under the blankets, pressing her burning face into the pillow.
Even if he saw something, can he please not ask anything.