My Arranged Marriage Partner Has Two Faces 37

Chapter 37

Logically, a top shouldn’t have this kind of fetish.

But there were always exceptions. Maybe Xi Shi had a unique sexual preference and was a top who liked wearing dresses.

A bit exciting.

Zhong Yuxiao’s eyes lit up, looking at him expectantly. “Don’t misunderstand, I’m not discriminating against you, this hobby is great.”

He gave his full affirmation. “I take back what I said about your taste being bad. I’ve looked at all these dresses, they’re all good, you’ll definitely look great in them.”

Zhong Yuxiao walked over with the lingerie, his eyes shining with excitement. If his gaze could materialize, he would be stripping Xi Shi of his bathrobe and putting him in a dress right now.

“Those are fucking for you!”

Xi Shi’s face flushed, either from anger or embarrassment. “I don’t have a cross-dressing fetish. I bought these dresses for you to wear for me.”

Zhong Yuxiao’s legs were long and straight, he would definitely look sexy in a dress.

He had impulsively placed the order, then got caught up in various matters and forgot about it.

“For me?” Zhong Yuxiao narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous. “Are you saying you bought these dresses to fantasize about me?”

“…Don’t put it so crudely.” Xi Shi looked awkward.

It was indeed his fault, he was driven by lust, but he was a man, and with a high-quality gay man like Zhong Yuxiao constantly around him, it was normal for him to have such thoughts.

“It’s not fantasizing, I just, I just wanted to fully showcase your beauty! I swear, it was purely for appreciation, very pure, not what you think.”

Pure?

Most of the dresses in the box were like the one in his hand, lingerie, not suitable for wearing in public. The few that could be worn outside were also revealing, barely covering anything.

The young master was clearly lying through his teeth.

“I think you’re more beautiful.”

Zhong Yuxiao smiled and unzipped the dress. “I also want to fully showcase your beauty, so can I appreciate it?”

Xi Shi sensed danger and turned to run. Zhong Yuxiao had anticipated this, quickly grabbing his bathrobe and pulling him back into his arms, giving a concise command. “Put it on.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what should he do now?

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Xi Shi had an idea, a brilliant plan comparable to pretending to faint at the bar.

He turned and hugged Zhong Yuxiao’s waist, yawning. “It’s almost nine o’clock, I’m so sleepy. Don’t you always go to bed early? Let’s go to sleep, I’ll share the bed with you.”

Acting weak and coquettish, he didn’t believe he couldn’t win Zhong Yuxiao over.

“It’s too late to act coquettishly now. You should have thought about this when you placed the order.”

The styles of the dresses were clearly carefully chosen, not a random impulse buy. Xi Shi had clearly planned this.

Zhong Yuxiao was determined to teach him a lesson and was unmoved. “Are you putting it on yourself, or should I help you?”

He shook the strawberry dress in his hand. “Choose one.”

Can I choose none?

Xi Shi was on the verge of tears. After today’s trip to the boxing gym, he fully understood the difference in their physical strength. If he resisted forcefully, he would probably be forced into the dress by Zhong Yuxiao.

He made a last-ditch effort. “This dress isn’t my size. Why don’t we buy some new ones? I’ll wear them when they arrive.”

Stalling for time, he could just run away when the new dresses arrived. His long legs weren’t just for show.

“You just said you bought these for me, so they should be my size.” Zhong Yuxiao held the dress against his waist. He and Xi Shi had similar builds, he was just half a size larger than Xi Shi. “Since I can wear it, you can definitely wear it too. CEO Xi, you’re the CEO of a listed company, have some confidence in yourself.”

“…”

What the hell did this have to do with being a listed company CEO?

His own words came back to bite him. Xi Shi tried everything, but he couldn’t change Zhong Yuxiao’s mind. Teacher Zhong was unmoved, his stance clear – if you want this to end, put on the dress.

“Fine, fine, I’ll wear it, happy now?!” Xi Shi gritted his teeth.

Freshly showered, Xi Shi was only wearing a bathrobe. He didn’t even need to take off his pants, just slip the dress on.

Xi Shi was a leg man, so he bought short dresses. He was tall with long legs, and the dress barely reached above his knees. The strawberry pattern was in the center, the fabric thin and soft, the hem slightly lifted.

Xi Shi looked down for a few seconds, his ears flushing with embarrassment. He cursed under his breath and turned the strawberry pattern to the side. “This is normal, the bath water was too hot, I’m feeling hot.”

He absolutely! Would not! React to a dress!

“Indeed, very hot.”

Zhong Yuxiao stared at him intently, his throat dry, a fire burning in his chest.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t encountered cross-dressing bottoms trying to pick him up before. Frankly, at least before today, he wasn’t interested.

Zhong Yuxiao’s gaze remained fixed on Xi Shi’s legs, his voice hoarse. “Should we shave your legs?”

Xi Shi jumped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. “Zhong Yuxiao, don’t push it!”

Wearing a dress was already embarrassing enough, shaving his legs would be utterly humiliating.

The young master said seriously, “This isn’t just leg hair, it’s my dignity as a man!!”

Zhong Yuxiao chuckled. “Okay, no shaving, we’ll protect your dignity.”

They were both men, and being shirtless was normal, but adding a dress to the mix changed everything, somehow even more embarrassing than being naked.

Xi Shi uncomfortably clutched his bathrobe. “Alright, I’m done, let’s end this.”

Damn dress, he would pack them all up and throw them away later.

“Who said you’re done?” Zhong Yuxiao held his shoulders, his slender fingers moving to his neck, then pinching his chin and turning his head, making him look at the pile of dresses on the floor. “There are still many you haven’t tried. Since we bought them, we can’t waste them.”

Wearing one was the same as wearing a hundred.

“You must have heard the saying, there’s only zero times and countless times when it comes to cross-dressing.”

“…”

Xi Shi was speechless. “What do you think I am? A dress-up doll? A Miracle Nikki character?”

“No, I think of you as my husband.”

Zhong Yuxiao’s casual “husband” was like a fire extinguisher, instantly extinguishing the young master’s anger.

Oh, oh… but he called me “husband.”

Zhong Yuxiao looked at him affectionately.

Xi Shi felt his heart skip a beat, his voice softening, like a ruler besotted with beauty. “Say it again.”

Who could resist Zhong Yuxiao calling him “husband”?

He couldn’t, anyway.

Xi Shi now understood the male leads in romance novels, the “call me husband and I’ll give you my life” type. It was a great deal to have Zhong Yuxiao call him “husband” in exchange for trying on a few dresses!

An incredibly great deal!

Xi Shi felt like he had made a fortune.

Zhong Yuxiao also felt like he had made a fortune. He smiled, without any guilt, and called him again. “Husband, I want to see you in that blue sailor dress.”

Calling him “husband” outside of bed, being called “husband” in bed, it was fair.

A real man didn’t care about verbal advantages.

“Okay, okay, I’ll wear it.” Xi Shi was coaxed into a daze and waved his hand. “Bring it here.”

Zhong Yuxiao handed him the blue sailor dress. “It comes with matching stockings, put those on too.”

Xi Shi’s mind briefly cleared.

“It’s just stockings, it’s not like shaving your legs.” Zhong Yuxiao subtly raised the stakes. “Put on the whole set, okay, husband?”

Xi Shi was instantly dizzy.

Okay, okay.

He was already wearing a dress, what was a pair of stockings?

The sailor outfit was a complete set, with a top and a skirt, a bit like a school uniform, looking more everyday than the strawberry lingerie.

Xi Shi bought the largest size, but the largest size for women’s clothing wasn’t loose enough for a man. He barely managed to squeeze into it, only able to button one button, and the length wasn’t enough, only reaching his mid-ribs, revealing a section of his waist.

Zhong Yuxiao’s breath hitched, and he couldn’t help but urge, “Hurry up and put on the skirt.”

Xi Shi hesitated again as he picked up the skirt.

Zhong Yuxiao wouldn’t give him a chance to think, hugging him from behind, whispering in his ear repeatedly, “Husband, husband, husband…”

It wasn’t a cutesy way of calling him, his deep voice masculine and slightly breathless, sounding very sexy.

It sent shivers down Xi Shi’s spine.

How could a man be so good at acting coquettishly?

The skirt was much easier to put on, the waist adjustable. Zhong Yuxiao helped him pull it up, the slight dip where his hip bones connected to his waist perfectly holding the fabric in place.

The stockings were a free gift, white, and not of very good quality. They snagged as soon as he opened the package.

“Forget it.”

Zhong Yuxiao decisively threw away the stockings, pushing Xi Shi towards the bedroom as he explained his plan. “I’ll buy you stockings tomorrow, we’ll try the other dresses another day.”

Miracle Nikki Xi Shi paused his outfit change, and Xi Shi was overjoyed. “Then I’ll change into my pajamas.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Aren’t we going to bed?”

They were already in the bedroom.

“Not yet.” Zhong Yuxiao pushed him into the walk-in closet attached to the master bedroom, muttering, “Going to bed right after changing, wouldn’t that be a waste? We have to appreciate it properly, play with it properly.”

There was a full-length mirror in the closet. By the time Xi Shi realized and tried to run, it was too late. He was dragged to the mirror by Zhong Yuxiao.

The mirror was embedded in the wall, occupying the entire wall. For a better view of the outfit, there was a carpet in front of the mirror.

Zhong Yuxiao was still in his shirt and trousers, having taken off his glasses when they entered. He stood behind Xi Shi, a stark contrast to Xi Shi in his sailor outfit. It looked mismatched, yet strangely harmonious.

“It suits you.”

Suits my ass! He couldn’t even button the top, it didn’t look good at all.

Xi Shi was too embarrassed to look up, staring at the floor, his gaze falling on the bottom of the mirror. He was barefoot, his bare ankles next to Zhong Yuxiao’s crisp suit trousers.

Heat rushed to his head, and Xi Shi suddenly realized the difference in their attire, feeling a wave of dizziness.

“I meant, we suit each other.”

Zhong Yuxiao wouldn’t let him escape. If he didn’t look, he would describe the scene in the mirror to him. “Sailor outfit and shirt, skirt and trousers, student and teacher, Xiao Cao Xi and Little Sheep Zhong… Xi Shi and Zhong Yuxiao, we’re a perfect match.”

No one was a better match for him than Xi Shi.

Xi Shi abruptly looked up, stimulated by the scene in the mirror, his head rushing with blood.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

Zhong Yuxiao pulled him closer, one hand on his waist, the other intertwined with his, pressing against the mirror.

Xi Shi was pressed against his cold reflection in the mirror, held tightly from behind by Zhong Yuxiao, with nowhere to escape.

“I think it’s beautiful.”

Kisses rained down on him, on the back of his neck and his face. Zhong Yuxiao’s voice became muffled, lost between their lips and teeth.

“Xi Shi, let’s get married.”