Chapter 30: The Unexpected Confession

“There are also short skirts, or tight pencil skirts. Pick whichever you like. And elegant tops too, you choose what you want.”

Wang Auntie continued her divine support, directly striking Lin Qingya until she was dizzy and blushing.

It also made Cheng Minghao dizzy and elated.

Both Lin Qingya and Cheng Minghao were orphans with limited funds.

Funds to buy beautiful, pretty clothes…

Were not plentiful.

So…

“Let’s do it! The thin one!”

Cheng Minghao decided to take the thin one, rushed straight into the lingerie store, and began helping Lin Qingya pick out black stockings and panties.

And also super short skirts.

Of course, floral-patterned bras as well…

……

Not long after, Lin Qingya came out.

Lin Qingya, walking out of the fitting room, pressed her long, half-transparent black-stockinged legs tightly together.

Her slender, beautiful legs swayed subtly under the sheer black stockings and the matcha-colored miniskirt.

With each shy step, the tense, soft black stockings rubbed finely between her legs.

In Cheng Minghao’s vision, it was as if he could hear the intertwined sound of stockings stretching and rubbing.

The matcha-colored skirt hem swayed with the girl’s plump hips, trembling in the breeze and lightly fluttering.

Above the black stockings and the hem of the skirt was a slender waist, bare at the navel, revealed by her top.

The top was a mix of white and matcha, with a pale purple bra strap as a base, hanging from her neck.

The little jacket was a matcha short-waist style, the inner lining a pure white, short-waisted color.

White and matcha purity intertwined, hiding and revealing the pale purple, seductive strap of the underwear under the outer jacket.

The neck ring strap on her throat could be easily pulled, adding a mature and tempting allure.

“Does it… look good?”

Standing in front of Cheng Minghao, Lin Qingya’s hair fell naturally behind her head.

Her face was even redder from shyness; her right hand tucked a lock of hair behind her right ear, and her two little hands twisted together unconsciously.

Behind her, Wang Auntie was pressing against her back.

In front of her was her cohabiting partner, making her curl her toes in embarrassment, her feet shifting restlessly.

Actually, just now, the reason Lin Qingya stayed so long in the fitting room with Wang Auntie was because Wang Auntie asked her if she wanted to know Cheng Minghao’s feelings for her.

Lin Qingya felt panic and unease.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally gave Cheng Minghao the chance to pick out clothes for her.

Now, everything she wore was for him.

Every inch of her skin, inside and out, was covered in the style he wanted, allowing him to imagine her through each layer.

He could picture what kind of clothes she wore on her body.

He could imagine the specific design of every layer.

There was no other reason—because they were both so familiar with each other’s bodies.

“Does it… look good???”

Lin Qingya stood shyly before Cheng Minghao, shifting her little white shoe-clad feet, nervously rubbing her black-stockinged legs together.

“It… looks good…”

Cheng Minghao’s voice was low, turning ambiguous, desirous, and impulsive.

He even had the urge to strip off her jacket layer by layer.

He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to Lin Qingya’s legs, waist, chest, and face.

He carefully admired every inch of her alluring skin, decorated as he had chosen.

Hearing Cheng Minghao’s words, Lin Qingya’s heart fluttered like a little deer, and she lowered her head, face blushing.

“R-really?!”

The girl stood tall in her little white shoes and black stockings.

She felt uncertain, uneasy, and even overjoyed in disbelief.

Her right hand rose to tuck a strand of burning hair behind her ear, and, shyly, she took a small step—just half a step—toward Cheng Minghao.

She was about to speak when, out of the corner of her right eye, she caught her own youthful reflection in the fitting room mirror.

That girl, standing in white shoes and black stockings, posed shyly.

Long legs crossed, clamped tightly together.

Her upper body revealed a slender waist, a white underlayer, and a matcha jacket, both pure and beautiful.

That beauty was so radiant, as if she had met her beloved and was deeply bashful.

But…

Lin Qingya’s heart suddenly pounded!

The lively little deer in her heart became frantic with panic.

She saw, in the mirror, the girl’s cheeks beginning to twist, morphing into another version of herself.

The pink heart within her chest was suddenly faced with a terrifying crisis, a suffocating despair.

“Is that… me?”

Lin Qingya’s heart tore open.

She couldn’t help but touch her right cheek with her hand.

“This face, this person… does he love these clothes, or the one wearing them?”

“Qingya? Qingya?!”

At first, Cheng Minghao had been watching Lin Qingya’s shyness and then her self-admiration in the mirror.

But gradually, he noticed her body trembling, as if gripped by fear or convulsions.

And her eyes filled with tears, wavering before him.

What was happening?!

“Qingya?! Qingya, look at me! Look at me!”

Cheng Minghao couldn’t help but shout, his voice drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

All around, people turned to see the brightly dressed, youthful, alluring, and pure girl.

Her black stockings, white shoes, matcha skirt, short top, and especially the pale purple bra strap at her throat, symbolizing deep desire, held their gaze.

Yet, more than her appearance, it was the girl’s and boy’s state that made them anxious.

“Qingya? Qingya?! Qingya?!! No… I’m not, I’m not…”

Unnoticed, the hidden affection and familiarity within her overcame her reason and fear.

She turned to Cheng Minghao, tears falling from her right eye, and asked,

“Am I pretty?”

“This body?”

Lin Qingya asked with a strange smile.

“Is she sick?”

Cheng Minghao panicked, looking at Wang Auntie.

“No! I’m fine!”

Lin Qingya’s eyes suddenly focused, no longer lost.

She glanced once more at her reflection in the mirror to the right.

She thought,

“Qingya, maybe… you can’t come back. I…”

“I’ll live for you.”

“But…”

After thinking this, Lin Qingya turned to Cheng Minghao and asked,

“If I have a secret I don’t want to tell you, would you mind?”

“Of course not! If you want to tell me, tell me. If not, that’s fine!”

Cheng Minghao answered honestly, holding Lin Qingya’s shoulders.

He even urgently cupped her cheeks.

“Heh~ That’s nice. Really nice.”

Lin Qingya smiled, her heart brightening a little.

She closed her eyes, then opened them, and stood on tiptoe to kiss Cheng Minghao on the lips.

“Will you be my boyfriend, Haohao?”

Lin Qingya asked.

Cheng Minghao was stunned.

The passersby were stunned too.

The plot development seemed wrong.

The girl seemed to have a breakdown and should be taken to the hospital.

How did it suddenly become a confession?

What would happen next?

Cheng Minghao could tell Lin Qingya’s condition was off.

He needed to…

Accept?

Why did Lin Qingya have this problem?

Did Chen Qing’s death really hit her so hard?

Countless questions and decisions weighed on his mind.

He could hardly breathe.

“Can you be my boyfriend? Please?”

Lin Qingya wrapped her arms around Cheng Minghao and buried her face in his chest.

She thought,

“Even if we part one day, I will never…”

“Regret it~”

Lin Qingya closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking both her own and Cheng Minghao’s shirt.

“I…”

Faced with Lin Qingya’s seemingly out-of-place confession, Cheng Minghao hesitated.

Accept? Or not?

It was a major decision.

“Hu!”

Cheng Minghao exhaled sharply, making up his mind.

He would…

Accept!

“Okay!”

Cheng Minghao nodded solemnly and hugged Lin Qingya.

“I agree with you—no, I don’t agree. I want to confess to you. I hope you will be my girlfriend.”

“Is that okay?”

Cheng Minghao wanted to give Lin Qingya the ceremony every girl ‘deserves’—the confession of a boy.

A boy’s heartfelt confession.

“I…”

Hearing Cheng Minghao’s words, Lin Qingya, who had been quietly crying in his arms, suddenly hesitated.

“No, I don’t want to. Let’s go home.”

With her head down, Lin Qingya pulled away from his embrace.