Song Qiuyu’s desire to go out must have deepened again.
She struggled to put on her underwear and pants, adjusted her outfit, then lifted the bed curtain—only to lock eyes with Jiang Xiao, causing her to freeze for a moment.
“The props have arrived. Are we starting the shoot right away?” Jiang Xiao suddenly asked.
“Mm…”
Hesitating, Song Qiuyu carefully climbed down the bed via the stairs. “Well, that depends on the situation.” She rolled up her sleeves and headed to the balcony to start hand-washing clothes.
Halfway through washing, the dormitory door creaked open. Xie Zhuran and Lin An returned with the props.
If possible, Song Qiuyu wished they would come back a little slower.
“Two catgirls, please try on your outfits!”
Xie Zhuran pulled two catgirl costumes of different sizes out of a cardboard box.
At the same time, he noticed an extra box on the floor by Song Qiuyu’s seat, but didn’t think much of it—just assumed she had ordered something online.
“Qiu Yu’s still washing clothes, so I’ll go first.”
Lin An pushed up his glasses, wearing a face that showed he was totally unbothered.
“Alright, alright!”
Xie Zhuran didn’t hide his glee at the situation and laughed as he handed the larger catgirl costume to Lin An.
He rummaged through the box and pulled out two bottles. “By the way, there’s hair removal stuff in here too. The client’s really thoughtful. Lin An, why don’t you start by shaving your leg hair?”
“The instructions say to soften the hair first—can shave while showering, and also use a hot towel to apply afterward!”
“Okay, I’ll put on the camisole and skirt first.”
“Damn, Lin An, you’re way too straightforward—truly a man among men!” Xie Zhuran teased. The next sentence from this guy couldn’t possibly be—unlike Lao Song, who’d be dodging and stalling, right?
Where’s that gentle Lin sister? No, wait, it’s Xie sister.
Overhearing every word of the two’s conversation, Song Qiuyu silently sped up her hand-washing.
Sure enough, Xie Zhuran really was addressing her—just not with Lin sister’s tone.
“See, Lao Song, I suggest everyone in the dorm should learn from Comrade Lin An!” Xie Zhuran said solemnly.
She ignored him.
Once she hung the clothes on the line, she heard Xie Zhuran’s maniacal laughter from inside.
“Ha ha ha, damn Lin An, you… you… no way, give me a moment to recover… Lin An, are you trying to kill me with laughter so you can inherit my Hua Bei bill?”
Xie Zhuran laughed for a long time, as if about to laugh himself into a coma.
Hmm?
Curiosity getting the better of her, Song Qiuyu put down the laundry rack and turned around to check inside.
Lin An’s solid frame was already clad in a white camisole and a black skirt just above the knees. Under the skirt, a pair of long masculine legs… still with leg hair.
No need to look at his face—the image of those muscular, kiwi-like legs beneath the skirt alone was utterly devastating. Heh…
Just a glance was enough to make Song Qiuyu’s cheeks puff up as she fought to suppress her laughter, but she failed, letting out a small sound before coughing twice and forcing a smile to cover it up.
Questioning Xie Zhuran, understanding Xie Zhuran, becoming Xie Zhuran.
This scene was simply impossible to keep a straight face through.
Yet Lin An himself was perfectly calm, turning and walking onto the balcony.
Song Qiuyu didn’t dare look at Lin An.
Afraid she’d laugh out loud like Xie Zhuran—that would be terribly unkind. This round of the “no laughing challenge” was already too difficult!
Since both of them were playing catgirls in skirts, she clenched her fists and shared the secret tips she had gotten from the cosplay consultant.
“Got it.”
Lin An nodded and walked into the bathroom with a towel.
Song Qiuyu breathed a sigh of relief.
But it seemed Xie Zhuran still hadn’t grasped the seriousness of the situation. This was just putting on clothes, yet he was laughing like this.
When the actual shoot happened, with Lin An’s teasing moves and comments, what would happen?
Wouldn’t it be a nonstop series of NGs?
So, she decided to give him a serious warning.
She walked in, took her catgirl costume from Xie Zhuran’s hands, deliberately put on a stern face, and loudly said:
“Lao Xie, this won’t do. Lin An hasn’t even done anything yet and you’ve already broken character. Are you even capable?”
Her words jolted him awake.
Xie Zhuran’s face darkened as he gasped.
Is it even humanly possible to keep a straight face watching Lin An cross-dress?
Song Qiuyu gave him an encouraging look, took the costume, and headed into the bathroom, leaving the hot towel hair removal to her roommate.
The matching costumes came with fake breasts, but whether hers or Lin An’s, they were both a flat size A.
This seemed to confirm a popular internet saying: most virginal boys prefer flat chests.
Those who liked large sizes were exceptions—like Jiang Xiao?
The costume sets did not include shoes. According to the client’s request, the catgirls could only wear white stockings on their feet when on stage.
Looking at the white stockings in the bag, Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but recall Jiang Xiao’s white silk leg photo used as a phone wallpaper.
In a way, her risk of being exposed this time was quite high.
Although perhaps Jiang Xiao had already noticed when she showed bare legs before.
Still, she had a plan.
There were so many people in the world who looked alike, so sharing a similar leg shape was perfectly normal!
That was a reasonable excuse.
If Jiang Xiao asked, that’s exactly what she would say.
After finishing up, she opened the door again and came out to find Lin An had finished shaving his legs. Even so, his bulky body still looked wildly out of place.
In front of Lin An, Xie Zhuran was still laughing, seemingly having completely given up resisting, while Jiang Xiao’s expression remained cold and composed, managing his emotions well.
Song Qiuyu sighed helplessly and stepped inside.
The next second, three pairs of eyes turned to her and landed on her.
She wore a loose white camisole over her upper body, the fabric softly billowing as a slight swell showed beneath. Below the hem, her slender waist and sexy navel were exposed.
The black skirt was on as well, and her beautiful legs, like polished lotus roots, were wrapped in soft white stockings, pressed tightly together.
Unlike Lin An’s cross-dressing, she looked natural from head to toe, without a trace of awkwardness.
Xie Zhuran stopped laughing and his eyes brightened. Despite his own misery, he felt like he had hit the jackpot now!
Lin An smiled faintly. No wonder he was the dorm’s natural cross-dressing saint.
Jiang Xiao glanced at her white silk-clad legs, eyes narrowing slightly.
Feeling Jiang Xiao’s gaze, Song Qiuyu instinctively tugged down the black skirt, knowing it was useless but still wanting to cover more.
Although this skirt was longer than Tifa’s suspender skirt, under normal circumstances, Jiang Xiao wouldn’t be able to see the birthmark on the inner thigh.
Just to be safe, she planned to cover the birthmark with foundation every time she wore this.
It was a hassle, but necessary.
“I think Lao Xie still isn’t used to it. Let’s not rush to shoot today. Lao Xie, you should take some time to get used to being Lin An’s catgirl.”
Song Qiuyu glanced at Xie Zhuran, who was flipping through his phone distractedly, and said.
“I was thinking the same!” Xie Zhuran nodded.
As soon as he spoke, all three phones dinged repeatedly with multiple new QQ messages.
They picked up their phones and saw the messages.
Xie Zhuran had sent a bunch of photos of Lin An’s hair removal process, from every angle—some quite sharp.
“This behind-the-scenes stuff is great, right?”
Xie Zhuran gave a thumbs-up.
Then Lin An sent a few photos too—all of Xie Zhuran laughing hysterically, with the caption: “Top contender for most NGs in this shoot!”
“When did you sneak those photos?”
Xie Zhuran was shocked.
“Guess.”
Lin An smirked darkly.
The 602 Dormitory’s roommates’ mutual torment continued.
Watching this live broadcast unfold, Song Qiuyu shook her head, wearing the expression of an exasperated father watching his unruly sons bickering.
But after a few words of admonition, she grabbed a warm coat and thick pants, layered them over her clothes, slung on her backpack, opened the dormitory door, and stepped outside.
“I’m heading out to practice more!”
Though complaining about Xie Zhuran was one thing, her own condition wasn’t great either.
With her current state, it would be very difficult to seduce Jiang Xiao according to the script.
She had to make the most of her time to improve herself. Otherwise, how could she help Jiang Xiao?
The sun was setting in the west.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the early night sky, and large raindrops pounded against the balcony window of Jiang Xiao’s rented room with a crackling sound.
Jiang Xiao glanced at the time on his phone—it was already past seven in the evening. He stopped practicing, packed up, and headed back to the dormitory.
A notification sounded. He received a QQ message from Song Qiuyu:
“Jiang Xiao, are you free to come to the Song Opera House now? Let’s rehearse together. I’ve already suggested that Lao Xie and Lao Lin practice too. If you’re coming, just reply. I’ll be waiting at the opera house entrance.”
After reading the message, Jiang Xiao hesitated for a moment, then looked at the rain drifting on the balcony, his brow slightly furrowed.
Heh.
Return.
Perhaps, this was a choice that needed no second thought.
So, he replied with a simple “Yes.”
After sending the message, he also asked if she needed him to bring an umbrella.
Her answer came back instantly—yes.
Seeing this, Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow, packed his spare umbrella into his bag, then slung it on his back, holding the other umbrella as he headed toward the Opera House.
When he arrived, he looked up and saw a slender figure waiting obediently at the door, making him smile slightly.
Not bad.
“Jiang Xiao, how’s your practice going?”
Seeing him arrive, Song Qiuyu waved proactively.
Perhaps worried her voice might be drowned out by the wind and rain, she spoke louder and more clearly than usual.
“Not going too well.”
Jiang Xiao walked up to her and closed his umbrella before replying.
“Is that so? No worries. I’m practicing well. I’ll take you through it later!”
Song Qiuyu patted Jiang Xiao’s shoulder near her.
Jiang Xiao nodded softly. Shen Xi often said similar things to him, though back then, they were talking about a game.
The connection between them deepened once again.
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