Chapter 65 Chapter 65 New Skirt
Cen Xue once asked Yan Pei, "Can you please stop wearing that silk skirt?" Didn't she say she'd buy him a new one?
Yan Pei’s first reaction was—ah…trouble.
However, after looking at Cen Xue's whole body, he came to a conclusion: Cen Xue not only has very fair skin, but also seems to have a smaller frame. He does not have the rough structure of many men, so he looks particularly pleasing in women's clothing.
Suddenly an idea came to his mind, and Yan Pei buried his face in Cen Xue's shoulder, causing him to let out a cry. Even the arc of his shoulders raised in shock was so cute, completely covering up Yan Pei's mischievous expression.
A few days passed.
Cen Xue was coaxed into wearing new clothes.
——But it was a set of women's clothes.
A fluffy lace skirt that looks like a cake, and light-colored stockings.
His head felt heavy because Yan Pei also gave him a wig with long straight chestnut bangs, which made him look like a girl, like a cat wearing shoes. For a moment he didn't know how to move, so he sat awkwardly and obediently on the bed, letting Yan Pei fiddle with his hair.
Staring directly into the dark camera lens of her phone, Cen Xue said, "You can't show this to anyone else!"
Yan Pei continued to move and casually replied, "Such a beautiful girl, of course only I can see her."
Cen Xue curled her lips.
There is also some color on his lips, which is said to be the latest lip gloss from a certain brand. Fortunately, his facial features have their own atmosphere filter, so his face does not look dull even if he wears gorgeous clothes.
If he had been asked to wear it like this from the beginning, he would never have agreed.
Cen Xue thought that it must be those silk skirts he wore as pajamas that corrupted his mind and made him accustomed to the smooth feeling between his legs, otherwise Yan Pei would not agree no matter what he said.
After a while, Cen Xue felt a little uncomfortable: "When will it be fixed? These socks are so tight."
Boys don't understand women's clothing styles. If you do some research, you'll find that these are compression socks. They're supposed to be tight like regular socks, but they're very stretchy, so as long as you have the strength, you can put them on.
Cen Xue's legs were thin, but she had the strength that only young people have. Her knee joints were not as thick and prominent as those of ordinary men, but no matter how you look at it, they did not match the average leg length. Yan Pei sacrificed his precarious patience to lift them up. The white color became thinner due to excessive tearing, and the pink of the skin showed through.
The suspender strings and lace edges squeezed out the soft flesh of his thighs. Yan Pei stared at it for a long time and inserted his fingers into the gap.
Cen Xue let out a soft cry. The lace had already left marks on her leg flesh. When she reached out and touched it, there were obvious concave and convex marks. Although Yan Pei did this to relieve the discomfort of pressure, don't expect him to be honest.
The bony hands kept reaching in and kneading arrogantly.
The sling rope is stretched straight and its elasticity is developed to the limit.
It used metal buckles to hold the socks and the base shirt at both ends. Yan Pei didn't feel any pity for it and used the force of a one-time use. Cen Xue grabbed the edge of the skirt with her hands. He was always very reserved in this regard and was embarrassed to make too much noise.
Until the buckle broke with a "click", Cen Xue couldn't help but gasp like a cat.
His rationality was gone, and Yan Pei finally threw him onto the bed.
…
After this experience, Yan Pei developed a little hobby and became quite addicted to it.
Every few days, five or six sets of clothes were delivered to the house. The boy's will was stronger than diamond. He would take pictures first, then try them on, slowly and methodically, and finally devote himself to them. However, perhaps because he knew that Cen Xue was nervous, he always kept on the edge and did not cross the line.
But for Yan Pei, he didn't finish even after Cen Xue fell asleep, so he spent his extra energy on writing songs.
Very vigorous and long-lasting.
Several times, Cen Xue woke up only to see Yan Pei coming out of the studio, with faint bruises on his eyes.
Cen Xue: "..."
It seems like we've gone a bit too far.
Why don't you talk to him and stop for a while——
Yan Pei: "Oh, wishful thinking."
Cen Xue: "..."
I quietly rolled my eyes and decided to turn hostile next time.
He always subconsciously obeyed Yan Pei, especially every time he saw the scars on Yan Pei's body caused by coming out.
Perhaps she was a little too romantic, Cen Xue reflected on herself.
But their secret love always has unexpected moments——
Yan Pei had just been persuaded to put on the new suit, and before he could even begin to admire it, the doorbell downstairs rang.
Yan Pei frowned and turned around.
The leg of Cen Xue, who was being pressed by his hand, shook violently.
It’s no wonder that he was startled. After all, not many people came to Yan Pei’s house.
As a result, Cen Xue was not familiar with the sound of the doorbell, and the inorganic and piercing sound pierced her eardrums without warning. This would happen to anyone who came.
Cen Xue was about to get up, her face full of questions.
"You stay here," Yan Pei pushed him back, "I'll go down and take a look."
He nodded. Yan Pei didn't close the door, and the sound of his footsteps was clear. He went downstairs, opened the door, and then suddenly there was a commotion.
"Brother Yan, we knew you were here!"
"Come out and play. It's so boring since you haven't been out lately."
"Hey, Brother Yan, you're silent. Are you looking for some fun at home?"
The chattering and instigation sounded like those of Yan Pei's regular friends.
Then I heard Yan Pei say, "Get lost, go back to where you came from."
A group of teenagers were already used to it and pushed their way in laughing.
He was clamoring to gossip with Yan Pei about the recent major events in the circle.
Yan Pei was harassed and couldn't deal with this group of people for a while.
Cen Xue was a little unhappy at this. He got out of bed, put on awkward and complicated women's clothes and went to close the door, but he heard strangers whispering in the corridor.
"Shh, keep your voice down and walk faster."
"Brother Yan really has a mistress hidden in his house?"
"Of course! Otherwise, who would stay at home all day? And let me tell you—"
"Oh my god, is this true?"
"You can check your phone right now and see that the photo he posted that day showed the edge of his skirt."
"Hurry up, go around these rooms. Big Liu has limited time to hold Brother Yan back..."
…
The fingers gripping the door handle clenched closer and closer, and Cen Xue knew that her face must look very ugly.
He could have held his breath, closed the door quietly and locked it, but perhaps the two people were too close to him and he was at a loss, or the emotions that suddenly surged up made him unbearable, and the door made a small noise, but they heard it.
"Quick! That door is moving."
“There really is someone——”
In less than a few seconds, two teenagers around eighteen or nineteen years old rushed into the room.
However, someone asked in confusion: "Huh? No one here?"
At this moment, a gust of wind happened to blow in, blowing the curtains fluttering.
"It must be the wind."
One of them clapped his hands and leaned against the wardrobe.
There was a thud sound.
The energy is transmitted through the wardrobe material and amplified infinitely, corresponding to the enclosed darkness, warm, slightly moist and sticky air inside, like a thunderstorm descending from the sky.
Deafening.
"Could it be hidden in the closet?"
Hearing this, Cen Xue suddenly looked up and looked towards the only gap.
"You've watched too many movies, you're old-fashioned."
Although he said that, he pulled the handle of the wardrobe door and shook it slightly.
The sky seemed to be about to collapse at any moment.
Cen Xue could only hug her knees and curl up in the darkness.
Cold sweat seeped out of his skin. He absolutely didn't want to be discovered wearing women's clothes by outsiders, especially by Yan Pei's group of friends.
But now he was so passive, life and death - feeling the speed of his own heartbeat, perhaps it was just a matter of a thought. Even more ridiculous, the two people outside the closet were like hyenas following a scent, and Cen Xue was their prey.
Cen Xue even felt a sense of inexplicable suffocation.
Fortunately, Yan Pei discovered them quickly.
"Get lost! What are you doing wandering around in my house?!"
Drive them all away without any explanation.
Because of the obstruction of the wardrobe, Cen Xue couldn't hear clearly. Yan Pei must have been very angry. The two were kicked out, and there was a commotion downstairs until there was a loud bang of a door closing, and everything returned to normal and calm.
Then came the sound of Yan Pei's footsteps, and the wardrobe was suddenly opened.
The light sank into the dark space and was blocked by a figure. It was Yan Pei.
Because of the backlight, Cen Xue couldn't see Yan Pei's expression clearly. She only heard his rather ominous tone: "What are you afraid of? Just don't open the door, and hide yourself. You are so cowardly."
But Yan Pei must have seen Cen Xue's pale face.
He froze, his expression of fear still not completely fading, and he just stared at Yan Pei with his eyes wide open.
Cen Xue's eyebrows and eyes were hazy with a misty look, not only because of the shape of his eyes and his long, straight eyelashes, but also because he had the habit of not forcing his eyes open. But now, he stared wide in panic, and his uneasy black pupils seemed to tremble.
He didn't answer Yan Pei.
Yan Pei clicked his tongue and reached out to carry him out.
After being squeezed randomly, the skirt had long lost its shape, and the fluffy skirt hem, like a small cake, was flattened. As Yan Pei held him in her arms in a princess hug, the skirt hem hung in the air like melted cream.
"Don't worry," Yan Pei said, "I'll ask them to apologize to you."
Cen Xue responded by tightly gripping his collar.
But at a certain moment, Cen Xue thought that he didn't expect Yan Pei to save him either.
He was a little impatient.
However, after hearing the promise of apology, a glimmer of hope flickered in Cen Xue's heart.
It was not until a few days later that Yan Pei changed him into a set of women's clothes and a wig.
Cen Xue had been talking to him less recently, and this time he was willing to change only after they agreed it would be the last time.
A Hepburn-style black long dress, embellished with pearls, necklaces, earrings, hairpins, and a pure black short wig, makes him look like a lady with a cold personality.
Yan Pei first glanced at him appreciatively, then said in a casual tone, "I invited them to my house tonight. They knew they were wrong last time and kept saying they wanted to apologize."
It seems that Yan Pei admitted that he has a beautiful woman in his house.
Cen Xue rubbed the fabric with her fingertips: "What is this?"
Yan Pei smiled and said, "Just meet them like this. I can't tell them that I have a boyfriend."
It was a cloudy day with a hint of heavy rain. The long-brewing flash of fire finally exploded in the sky. Soon, a bolt of thunder struck and sporadic rain began to fall.
Yan Pei didn't like rainy days. He snorted coldly and walked past Cen Xue to close the window.
Cen Xue took the opportunity to look for her clothes, but found that they had been taken away by Yan Pei at some point.
He immediately opened the wardrobe, but it was empty. Yan Pei had already cut off all his escape routes.
Yan Pei folded his arms and waited for him to find her. When Cen Xue looked over, he raised his chin towards him and deliberately said, "Not happy?"
"You planned this a long time ago."
Cen Xue felt that her tone must have been very irritating at that time. "Yan Pei, are you showing off or apologizing to me?"
Yan Pei was immediately irritated: "What do you mean?!"
Cen Xue rushed to him and asked, "If I hadn't sent the photo out, would they have known about me?"
Yan Pei: "It's just a photo, and the corners weren't cropped properly!"
Cen Xue's voice became louder: "But you promised me not to send it out!"
"Aren't we in love?" Yan Pei took a step forward, the size difference making him even more oppressive. "You can't even satisfy me with this little thing?"
"I have more than enough to satisfy you."
Cen Xue pointed out the facts and poked Yan Pei in the chest with his index finger, "You're just afraid of making a fool of yourself."
The moment the words fell, Cen Xue suddenly understood why Yan Pei was so inconsistent.
Yes, he came out to Yan Sheng. Compared to Lu Yanxi, he was indeed brave enough and willing to risk his life for Cen Xue. However, Yan Sheng's attitude was originally against it, and he would not take the initiative to tell the outside world: My son is gay.
But for people of the same age, it is big news that can destroy a person.
They don't keep secrets, they spread them.
Obviously, Yan Pei rejected this possibility in order to preserve his upper-class status.
Because he himself also felt that... homosexuality might be shameful.
At least it is harmful to myself, and I must not end up like Lu Yanxi. The gossipy and contemptuous comments of that group of people when Lu Yanxi disappeared left enough subconscious impression.
So you have to cover Cen Xue's mouth.
The sharp accusations made Yan Pei furious.
He was actually very confused - but no matter what, he was not ready to announce his sexual orientation to the outside world.
His chest heaving, Yan Pei held back his excitement and said, "Anyway, the reason for the dinner tonight has already been given. If you don't show up, just wait for them to come find you."
It turns out that he is the owner of the hyena.
The rain was getting heavier, hitting the windows.
A suffocating silence spread between the two of them. Yan Pei looked at him intently, then slammed the door and left.
Cen Xue wanted to follow immediately, but he wanted to at least leave here first.
The clothes might be hidden somewhere else, but all the rooms were locked.
Holding the railing, Cen Xue looked down, and Yan Pei happened to look up and meet his gaze.
The doorbell, the annoying doorbell again. Yan Pei smiled at him, as if asking him to accept his fate, and turned to open the door.
Cen Xue pursed her lips and went back to her room first.
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