Chapter 33: So he’s a foot fetishist!

..Morning~ Miss Bai Yao~..

..Yesterday, you received a full four hundred yuan in living expenses.

This is your unemployment living allowance—please don’t spend it recklessly~..

..Your physical abilities have improved!..

..Your relationship has made major progress!

After living together for so many days, when he faced your jade feet, his heart rate shot up noticeably!

Tag added to Qiu Ye: foot fetishist..

Got it! Qiu Ye is a total perverted foot freak!

Jade feet…

Bai Yao had never imagined that word would ever be used to describe his own feet.

A complaint lodged itself in his throat like a fishbone, impossible to swallow or spit out.

Speaking of which, when did this unremarkable part become so refined?

It used to be small and delicate, sure, but that was just because of his height and slim frame.

It never looked this fair and flawless before.

“Ahh~ What a psycho~”

Bai Yao rolled over and yanked the blanket over his head.

Actually… being cared about felt kind of nice…

Even though this guy had incredibly strong personal boundaries—getting an arm around his shoulder or back would make him stiffen up—he still felt a quiet happiness whenever someone crossed that line just a little and showed concern.

“Delivery.”

“Leave it at the door.”

Hearing movement below, Bai Yao pulled back the bed curtain and peeked down.

Was he seriously up this early playing games?

Qiu Ye sat at the computer, clutching a controller and playing something with intense focus, staring at the screen without noticing the gaze from above.

Bai Yao grabbed his phone and checked the time—past nine already.

He really had been exhausted yesterday.

Sleeping in nearly two hours past his usual biological clock.

He stretched lazily, slipped on his sleep pants, and climbed down from the bed.

The moment his blistered sole touched the slipper, a sharp sting made him flinch.

“You up?”

Qiu Ye leaned back and looked up at Bai Yao, who had just gotten out of bed.

“Feet still hurt?”

“They hurt like hell…”

The hike had been pretty intense.

Sure, the second half had escalators like a mall, but after sleeping, Bai Yao’s calves were still painfully sore, and the blisters on his soles made every step agony—he could barely put full weight on them.

The scary part?

His sensitivity seemed to have skyrocketed compared to before.

He was way more afraid of pain now too!

Limping toward the balcony bathroom, he ignored the pain out of sheer urgency.

Qiu Ye stood up, grabbed his delivery breakfast, opened the container, and stirred the steaming century-egg-and-lean-pork congee with a spoon.

His gaze drifted casually toward the balcony.

Through the frosted patterned glass, he could see Bai Yao’s silhouette disappear behind the window.

This guy… he couldn’t actually be a girl, right?

An absurd thought suddenly popped into Qiu Ye’s head.

But he quickly dismissed it.

The more plausible explanation was…

Bai Yao was actually a crossdressing master!

How else could he pull off such natural girlish mannerisms so effortlessly? He must have practiced imitating girls in private until it became second nature.

Otherwise, how could a normal guy’s hands and feet be that soft and delicate?

Way too refined! Secret skincare routine?

That would also explain why, as a grown man, Bai Yao had almost no leg hair—probably shaved it all off!

Or maybe even got laser removal!

Plus, Bai Yao was just naturally gifted in that department!

The more he thought about it, the more convincing it sounded!

Bai Yao yawned as he walked back in.

Still half-asleep after using the bathroom, his brain hadn’t fully booted up yet.

He rubbed his slightly reddened eyes, the sleepy haze still lingering.

He glanced at Qiu Ye—who was busy mentally slandering him—and the guy immediately looked guilty, lowered his head, and took a big slurp of congee.

It scalded his mouth instantly.

“Arghhh! Holy—! That’s boiling!”

“What’d you get?”

“Century-egg lean-pork congee and mini youtiao.”

Bai Yao wasn’t particularly interested in congee, but the savory aroma hit him, and his stomach growled for real.

He leaned back in the chair, brows lowered, scrolling through the delivery app for breakfast.

Ordering takeout was practically a habit now.

Back then, no matter how many excuses he had, he’d still go to the cafeteria to save money.

So extravagant!

But in just a few short days, the system had already given him more living expenses than he used to get in a whole month.

He wouldn’t need to ask his family for money at all for the rest of October.

Fifteen hundred yuan was actually enough to live on, but if he could avoid burdening his family, the system’s “living allowance” was far better value—even if the price was gradual feminization.

“Bai Yao, your chest is really obvious.”

Bai Yao froze.

His gaze dropped to his front.

His sleep shirt was an ice-silk button-up—super soft and comfortable, but also very thin and drapey.

It clung lightly to his chest, outlining a subtle curve and the little pointed peaks.

He’d vaguely noticed in the shower yesterday that the curve seemed bigger, but he hadn’t realized it was obvious enough for Qiu Ye to spot at a glance.

“…”

He calmly pressed his lips together, kept his cool indifferent face on, and continued scrolling through the app as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

Even though a wave of shame had already ignited in his chest and quickly spread a faint pink across his cheeks, leaving them slightly warm.

As long as he acted like he didn’t care, Qiu Ye wouldn’t be able to keep pushing the topic.

“They’re poking through.”

The double attack broke him.

Heat rushed to the tips of his ears.

He whipped his head around and glared at Qiu Ye in annoyance.

“I already told you I used to be fat! Even after losing weight, having a little chest is totally normal!”

“Wang Zuhao has bigger pecs! All fat guys are like that!”

His eyes were still misty from just waking up, so the glare looked less like real anger and more like a pouty, embarrassed whine.

Qiu Ye was stunned.

For a second, Bai Yao’s gaze seemed almost sultry, like he was deliberately teasing.

Watching Bai Yao flush bright red with anger, Qiu Ye scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, okay then.”

How come he always seemed to make Bai Yao mad?

Before they met, he’d thought this guy was super aloof…

Turns out the angry version was kind of cute.

“Idiot!”

“But Hao-ge’s chest isn’t as perky as yours?”

Bai Yao was furious enough to hit someone, but he also knew he couldn’t possibly win against Qiu Ye—whether or not the guy was even trying.

All he could do was glare even harder, as if he could murder him with his eyes.

Damn it! And he’s still smiling!

Foot-fetish pervert!

Bai Yao was so mad he felt full.

Puffing up with anger, he stood, grabbed a jacket from the wardrobe, threw it on, then sat sideways with his back firmly to Qiu Ye.

Yeah… they really were getting too perky…

They’d gone from barely noticeable little steamed buns to a full finger’s thickness of soft flesh.

At this rate, they could already pass for thumb-sized soup dumplings!

“Alright, alright, I’m done teasing.”

Qiu Ye tossed over a pack of cookies.

“Breakfast for you.”

The cookies landed perfectly between Bai Yao’s tightly closed thighs—then slipped right through the gap and fell to the floor.

When Bai Yao didn’t react at all, Qiu Ye sighed helplessly.

“You’re no fun to tease.”

“…”

Bai Yao ordered breakfast delivery, then opened Kingdom Winds on his own, fully intending to spend the whole day playing this game and giving Qiu Ye the silent treatment.

Cold-shouldering people was his specialty! He’d once frozen out all his other roommates for a full month.

Qiu Ye shamelessly scooted closer, picked up the fallen cookies, opened the pack, ate one himself, then held another out to Bai Yao.

Bai Yao ignored him completely—but secretly used his peripheral vision to peek at Qiu Ye’s expression.

Huh! He actually looks a little mad!

Brows furrowed, kinda scary!

But after knowing him this many days, Bai Yao knew Qiu Ye only looked intimidating on the surface.

He wasn’t scary at all!