Just thinking about how he’d secretly washed his underwear in the bathroom in the dead of night last night filled Liang Zhixia’s chest with a stifling anger.
Why did he have to have a dream like that?
…He felt a twinge of unwillingness.
A little revenge on L wouldn’t be going too far, would it?
His gaze fell once more on the words “female clothing,” and the scales in his mind tipped gradually toward that option.
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He turned off his phone and pondered the feasibility of the whole plan.
First, he didn’t know how to do makeup, and there was no need to show his face, so no one would recognize him.
Second, he had a few new skirts in his closet, so he wouldn’t even have to spend money buying them.
Third, at the latest in half a month, he and L would delete each other, and no one would ever know about this.
It was fate, plain and simple.
He decided to test the waters with L first.
So, after military training ended at noon, he messaged Xu Cheng and learned that Lu Quan wouldn’t be returning to the dorm.
He drew the heavy blackout curtains closed.
Then he opened the closet and pulled out the bag he’d casually stuffed inside yesterday, laying the clothes out one by one on the bed.
Short skirts, long skirts, black stockings, white stockings, leg bands, collars, qipaos, white shirts—and surprisingly, even two wigs…
Everything he could need.
Which one should he try first?
The best choice would be something that could immediately catch L’s eye.
In the end, he set aside two items and neatly folded the rest away deep in the closet.
After pulling the bed curtain shut, he changed into a pleated skirt. A cool sensation swept over his legs, and he paired it with a cropped short-sleeved top that exposed his waist. To really fool the other guy, he even put on a wig.
After watching several tutorial videos, he sat with his feet in a W shape—thighs together, calves splayed outward—his butt pressed against the bedding. Slender, pale fingers clutched at the hem of the skirt, the knuckles tinged pink. His long, straight legs were sheathed in white stockings, with a white bow tied at the thigh.
The slightly wavy long hair draped over his chest, perfectly concealing his flat pecs and hiding his ears, which burned crimson.
He adjusted his clothes one last time and was just about to take out his phone for a photo when a beep sounded at the door.
Lu Quan was back.
The person at the door seemed to think he was sleeping and paused in his steps.
Liang Zhixia gripped the skirt hem, his fingertips turning white. He instinctively lightened his breathing, his ears twitching as he stayed alert to every sound outside.
A faint scrape—
It was the sound of the chair being pulled out.
No other noises came from the other side, as if he’d simply sat down in it.
Liang Zhixia bit his lip, not daring to move a muscle for fear Lu Quan would notice.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine that scene.
Lu Quan pulling back the bed curtain to find him sitting there on the bed in an ultra-short skirt like a duck, the hem so high it exposed most of his ass.
The other man would surely despise him even more.
He’d kick him out of the dorm and refuse to cover his room fees.
His heart tightened, and he held his breath even lighter.
Suddenly, a buzzing vibration hummed against his leg. His hand moved faster than his brain, silencing the phone immediately.
The sound was faint, but he had no idea if Lu Quan had heard it.
With the curtains drawn, the dorm was dim. He didn’t dare turn on his phone, afraid the screen’s glow would give him away.
The prolonged kneeling position had numbed his legs. He carefully shifted them to ease the ache but couldn’t hold back a soft groan that slipped from the corner of his mouth.
It was quiet, but he was sure Lu Quan had heard it.
Sure enough, seconds later, the chair scraped back. He heard Lu Quan open the door and leave the dorm.
Liang Zhixia collapsed onto the bed in a heap, clutching the bread hug pillow and burying his face in it. His cheeks flushed pink, and a thin mist clouded his beautiful eyes.
That had scared him half to death.
He lay there quietly for ten minutes, needing to make sure Lu Quan wouldn’t come back.
He fished out the phone he’d pressed under the bedding and tapped the screen to see a message from L.
【L】: What is Baby doing right now? Can you send a photo? I want to see you.
Reading those words made him recall L saying he wanted to lick him.
His slender fingers curled slightly as he tried to reassert his boss-like dignity.
【Zhizhi】: No.
【L】: Zhizhi, just one peek, okay? (kitten throwing tantrum.jpg)
Of course not!?
His phone chimed again. He looked down to see L had transferred him two thousand yuan.
“…”
Could this guy not throw money at him every time they disagreed!?
He would actually be swayed!!!
Struggling, he sent the money back and typed stubbornly: “I don’t want your money.”
L seemed baffled and coaxed patiently.
【L】: Doesn’t Zhizhi want to control everything about me? If so, what’s mine is yours. I want to spend on Zhizhi.
“…”
Truth be told, he wasn’t that interested anymore.
Why was L getting so into the role? He was even more like the creepy stalker than Liang Zhixia was.
Where had things gone wrong?
Liang Zhixia shoved the question aside and focused on the matter at hand.
Since L wanted photos, and he was already dressed up, why not snap a few?
He repositioned himself and took several shots from different angles. They weren’t great, and he had no skills in photo editing, so he sent the originals straight away.
After hitting send, he didn’t dare look at his phone. His long lashes fluttered as he hurriedly stripped off the skirt.
He’d barely stowed it in the closet when another beep sounded at the door. Lu Quan strode in, his face taut.
In his panic, Liang Zhixia’s finger got pinched by the closet door. Pain shot through it, the door flew open, and the pleated skirt tumbled out onto the floor, the white stocking still half-draped over the edge.
The tall man stood by the desk, veins bulging faintly on the back of his hand, his eyes locked tight on his phone screen.
Liang Zhixia’s heart leaped to his throat. One glance from Lu Quan and he’d spot the skirt on the floor… and the white stocking. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he inched away carefully, terrified of drawing attention.
The man’s head tilted slightly. Liang Zhixia held his breath, certain he’d be labeled a pervert any second now.
Fortunately, the other didn’t spare him a look and headed straight for the bathroom.
He exhaled sharply in relief. Only then did he realize his back was slick with sweat. He bent quickly to snatch up the skirt from the floor and shove it into the closet.
His phone chimed from the bed.
He opened it to see L’s reply.
His gaze flicked to the photos above, and he blinked, a shy blush creeping over his face.
He turned down the volume and tapped the voice message from L.
【L】: “Is Baby tempting me?”
【L】: “Baby’s legs look so good. How is Baby this pale?”
【L】: “I want to lick and bite. Zhizhi Baby—”
Even with the volume low, L’s blunt words startled him.
Worse, he could hear the rush of running water and the muffled, restrained gasps.
He could guess with his toes what the guy was doing.
A tingling numbness raced up his spine like an electric current, his waist going soft, his pink-tipped fingers trembling.
“Pervert! Rogue!”
His soft, gentle voice held no intimidation whatsoever. If anything, it made someone want to take a bite and see if the filling inside was sweet.
【L】: “How is Baby this cute?”
【L】: “Can Baby like me forever?”
Liang Zhixia had no words left for L’s shamelessness.
The man’s low, husky voice hooked into his ears like a little barb. It was utterly foul play.
His comic concept was already complete anyway. He didn’t need L anymore.
He pursed his lips and, steeling himself, deleted the guy.
Then he switched to the Taobao page and furiously left a bad review!
【Teasing customers! Bad review!!!】
