The atmosphere in the hotel room was awkward.
A lingering, flirtatious pink haze seemed to permeate the air.
Bai Yao sat at the foot of the bed, clutching Qiu Ye’s phone in both hands.
He had completely deleted his photos, but he still reached out every now and then to nervously tug at his skirt and straighten his top.
His knees were pressed tightly together in his flustered state, and the tips of his ears peeking through his hair were a soft pink, so red they looked ready to drip blood.
Qiu Ye sat at the head of the bed, staring at that slender back.
He didn’t know what to say or even how to look at Bai Yao.
He was perhaps even more restless than Bai Yao, fidgeting and scratching his head.
Seeing Bai Yao in women’s clothing for the first time was more stunning than he had ever imagined.
Those eyebrows lowered in bashfulness, the cheeks stained with crimson, and the skin so delicate it looked like it would bruise at a touch.
His posture was stiff with restraint, and his nervous little movements were adorably shy.
Most notably, that slender waist was tightly accentuated, leading up to the slight, budding mounds of his chest and down to the perky curve of his buttocks.
Though his figure was a bit thin, it didn’t lack the grace of a young girl.
He was so petite and delicate that it made one want to protect him.
‘But did Bai Yao buy the wrong outfit? Is this some kind of erotic set? Did he not look closely when shopping online? He couldn’t have bought this kind of outfit on purpose to seduce me, right?’
‘Wait, did he put on makeup, too?’
His face looked much more exquisite than usual, without a single blemish.
Qiu Ye covered his nose, fearing he might have a nosebleed like in those TV dramas.
He looked down, but his gaze uncontrollably drifted back to Bai Yao’s waist.
Two dimples seemed to accent that snow-white waistline.
Bai Yao didn’t seem to be wearing a bra, as the points of his “buns” were faintly visible.
Though Qiu Ye had seen him around the dorm often enough, Bai Yao was always in men’s clothes, so it hadn’t been anything special.
Now, however, no matter how he looked at it, the sight was full of sexiness.
It made his throat dry and his lower half stage a rebellion.
“Maybe leave two for me?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
“…”
Bai Yao swiped across the screen, restoring the two photos he hadn’t managed to permanently delete.
He then moved them into a private vault so no one but Qiu Ye could see them.
“Mhm,” he finally replied.
This put Qiu Ye’s racing heart at ease.
He offered a sheepish explanation.
“They really did look good… that’s why I took them.”
Granted, when he was taking the photos, his only thought was to capture Bai Yao’s “dark history” so he could mock him in the future.
He’d even thought that when Bai Yao died, he’d print the crossdressing photo on his tombstone—the classic mentality of a jerk friend.
But Bai Yao’s incredibly sexy outfit and bashful expression had transformed that “jerk friend” prank into something ambiguous.
Bai Yao turned his head, his eyes watery and shy.
He was about to say something, but his gaze kept flickering downward.
He looked away again, ducking his head.
It was too obvious…
Qiu Ye quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his lap, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
“Cough! Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not interested in guys,” he explained, shifting the blame.
“It’s mainly that… these pants are a bit tight…”
“…”
Seeing that making excuses was useless, Qiu Ye simply continued to pile on the praise.
“Honestly, if you went to compete for the title of School Beauty, you’d win! Even the School Beauty isn’t as good-looking as you!”
The compliment sparked a bit of secret joy in Bai Yao, and the thick sense of shame was somewhat diluted by it.
Even though he didn’t even know who the School Beauty was or what she looked like.
“I’m not saying you’re alluring enough to topple kingdoms, but you’re at least at the ‘moon-hiding, flower-shaming’ level!”
“I told you! Women’s clothes suit you! There’s no sense of mismatch at all. At first glance, I’d think you were only 15 or 16 years old!”
Qiu Ye still had a shred of conscience left.
“Oh, but don’t get addicted… keeping it as a hobby is fine as long as it doesn’t affect anyone else.”
Seeing a hint of a smile appear in Bai Yao’s shy eyes, Qiu Ye got even more excited.
“How about we go for a walk? Other men would definitely be green with envy seeing me!”
Bai Yao was almost swayed, but thinking about his current shameful outfit, he immediately suppressed the thought and shook his head.
His skin was flushed a lovely crimson.
He was happy to be praised, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
He could feel Qiu Ye’s gaze lingering on him, burning hot.
It traveled from his small toes, across his straight and slender calves, to his fair and plump thighs.
The gaze seemed to test the edge of the skirt, as if trying to peer inside…
He squeezed his thighs even tighter, his heart pounding rapidly.
That heated gaze continued upward, sweeping past the skirt stretched over his perky buttocks, arriving at his slender waist.
It paused for a moment on his round navel before continuing up to settle on his chest, where the shirt curved over those small mounds.
Then it traced his delicate collarbones, brushed over his jawline, and finally landed on his face.
‘So intense…’
Even being sent to heaven earlier hadn’t stirred Bai Yao’s impulses, but being scanned from bottom to top by Qiu Ye’s gaze gave him a vague sensation of falling deep in his lower abdomen.
“I… I’ll go change back?”
Bai Yao stole a glance at Qiu Ye.
This guy’s face was actually as red as a monkey’s butt!
He was clutching the pillow awkwardly, looking restless.
‘This pervert!’
But conversely, he felt a sense of pleasure from being validated.
“Sure. You must not have looked closely when you were shopping online. This size is a bit small. Next time…”
Qiu Ye paused, both looking forward to seeing Bai Yao’s crossdressing again and worrying that his friend was falling into an abyss.
“Anyway, go change back.”
He was starting to wonder if he was being turned gay by Bai Yao.
But then he thought, this was Bai Yao… so it probably didn’t count?
What was wrong with liking a femboy?
It wasn’t like he liked muscular men!
Bai Yao stood up and ran toward the bathroom.
That skirt was pitifully short.
As he ran, the hem swayed, giving Qiu Ye a fleeting glimpse of the edge of his full buttocks and his pointless boxers…
‘If you’re going to crossdress, why wear boxers? Wear blue and white panties like you’re supposed to!’
Qiu Ye tried his best to calm himself down instead of staring at his roommate like a total lecher.
In Bai Yao’s eyes, he was supposed to be the strong, reliable big brother!
He had long noticed that Bai Yao often looked at him with a bit of envy and admiration.
He couldn’t be a perverted creep!
However, the image of Bai Yao in women’s clothes refused to leave his mind.
He even began to imagine the scene of Bai Yao changing his clothes.
Qiu Ye shook his head vigorously.
He felt as if the room was filled with Bai Yao’s faint fragrance.
Even with the air conditioning on, his body was restless and burning hot.
Before long, Bai Yao changed back into his original long pants and black short-sleeved shirt.
He walked out of the bathroom carrying the clothing bag.
He stood there awkwardly, not speaking.
He gripped one wrist with his other hand, staring down at his toes.
Though he still looked ashamed and flustered, Qiu Ye keenly noticed the joy and happiness deep in his eyes.
‘It doesn’t seem that different from when he wasn’t wearing women’s clothes?’
Qiu Ye suddenly realized he couldn’t look at Bai Yao normally anymore…
No matter how he looked at him, he just saw a shy girl.
“Uh… want to go eat?”
“Didn’t we already eat?”
“Grilled squid is just a snack.”
Bai Yao wasn’t actually hungry, but seeing Qiu Ye get up to leave, he quickly hurried after him.
“Let’s eat something cheap…”
He was afraid Qiu Ye would waste money again.
“How about fast food?” Qiu Ye joked.
“Would it be a bit ungrateful to treat a beauty to fast food?”
Bai Yao’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz as he grumbled, “You’re the beauty…”