Monday, December 24th on the solar calendar, the eighteenth day of the eleventh lunar month.
Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh Ding ding dong, ding ding dong, bells are ringing.
Heavy snow fell, and the silver-clad sky seemed to be stained a deep white.
Neon lights flickered, illuminating the city, making it beautiful and hazy.
In a suburban villa, lights blazed brightly.
“What! Cross-dressing again?”
A gasp rang out, exceptionally clear in the silent night.
“No, no.”
Xu Yinsheng hugged his bear plushie.
He looked at his good friend, Zhao Yicheng, sitting on the sofa, and shook his head.
“I already helped you last time; this time, you should find someone else.”
“No woman out there is as reliable as my brother,” Zhao Yicheng said flatteringly.
He smiled, moved beside Xu Yinsheng, and placed his hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them.
“Hmph.”
Although Xu Yinsheng was reluctant, his body felt very comfortable.
He closed his eyes to enjoy it, grumbling, “Not enough.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yicheng knew there was a chance.
He increased the pressure of his hands slightly, and the gentle friction of his fingertips on the shoulders caused a shiver.
Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
His lips curled slightly, revealing a smile.
“What does Xiao Yin want?”
“Hmm… let me think,” Xu Yinsheng stroked his chin.
“I remember you have a limited edition Gundam.”
“Your humble servant shall offer it with both hands,” Zhao Yicheng, now playing the role of a sycophantic minister, said obsequiously.
“The limited edition LEGO Tower of Freedom.”
“Your Majesty’s command, I dare not disobey.”
“Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf 10th-anniversary merchandise.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Xu Yinsheng hesitated, nodding.
He looked at the handsome face over his shoulder.
“Still wearing the small Western dress from last time?”
“No.”
Zhao Yicheng smiled mysteriously.
He took out a set of clothes from a black briefcase nearby: a red velvet high-slit halter long dress, with only a thin strap cinching the waist.
It barely covered half of the calves, and the front slit reached the calves, almost allowing a draft with just a slight movement.
It even thoughtfully came with matching black and red-soled high heels.
“Good brother, try this dress.”
“Are you trying to freeze me to death so you can inherit my estate?”
Xu Yinsheng saw the garment and his face darkened.
He pointed to the heavy snowfall outside the window.
If he really wore that long dress out tonight, he’d probably be running a fever over 40 degrees.
“Just add a fur cloak, and the indoors have heating,” Zhao Yicheng swallowed, rubbing his hands together.
“Your Majesty, change your clothes. Your servant will attend to you.”
“Get lost, I’ll do it myself.”
Xu Yinsheng brushed away Zhao Yicheng’s “pig’s trotters” that were touching him, hugged the red velvet high-slit halter long dress, and ran into the bathroom.
In the bathroom.
Xu Yinsheng took off his bear pajamas.
He looked at the petite and playful boy in the mirror and silently chanted,
“Transform.”
The next instant, his vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was she.
Xu Yinsheng put on the long dress, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the seven-centimeter black pointed high heels.
Having been a man for over a decade, wearing high heels for the first time was quite a test of her walking ability.
There was only a red strap at the back, and with just a slight step, she felt a draft on her legs. The velvet fabric clung to her body perfectly.
The neckline in front was rather wide, almost revealing if she bent over slightly.
She awkwardly brushed her long hair, covering part of her chest, took a deep breath, and walked towards Zhao Yicheng in her high heels.
She took two steps in the thin high heels, steadying herself by holding onto the wall.
The crisp sound of the thin heels tapping on the floor was quite clear.
She didn’t walk fast because she needed to hold onto the wall; otherwise, Xu Yinsheng strongly suspected she’d end up tripping on flat ground.
“Old Zhao, come help me,” Xu Yinsheng called out, holding onto the door.
Zhao Yicheng followed the voice and saw a beautiful woman in a red dress, legs pressed tightly together, leaning against the bathroom door.
He walked over, naturally put his arm around her waist, allowing her to lean on him.
He carefully scrutinized Xu Yinsheng in that suggestive red halter long dress.
Her long hair softly cascaded, part of it falling across her chest, half-covered, half-revealed collarbones making one want to bite them as their exclusive mark.
The slender, flexible waist formed a striking contrast with the full hip curve.
The velvet red fabric accentuated her snow-white skin, making it as tender as congealed fat.
The dress length reached just to her ankles, revealing her fair, bony ankles with every movement.
His gaze subtly dropped, lingering on her high heels.
The thin high heels were so tempting, paired with Xu Yinsheng’s slender, pale ankles and straight, long beautiful legs, it was simply… an XP explosion.
“Xiao Yin, I’ve just realized you have the innate potential to make a living purely on your looks,” Zhao Yicheng said, his voice hoarse.
“Of course,” Xu Yinsheng tossed her long hair.
“Brother is naturally beautiful, but unfortunately, I’m rich, otherwise I’d be at least a top-tier star.”
A strong, fragrant aroma wafted over, somewhat intoxicating.
Zhao Yicheng’s Adam’s apple couldn’t help but bob up and down as he swallowed.
“But Old Zhao,”
“Yes?”
“Next time, can you pick a more appropriate outfit? I know you like ‘uniform temptation,’ but ‘uniform’ and ‘clothes’ are separate matters. You still need to choose suitable clothes to wear.”
Xu Yinsheng pointed to the red halter long dress she was wearing.
The high slit on one side went all the way up to her thigh root; even a slight lift of the leg would reveal too much.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
Caught red-handed with his “XP” exposed, Zhao Yicheng awkwardly rubbed his nose.
He grabbed the extended, velvet-lined fur cloak from the sofa and draped it over Xu Yinsheng.
“Let’s go, dear.”
A Christmas tree over twenty meters tall was adorned with various decorations, glittering under the lights.
The tree was covered with all sorts of small gifts, some even made from colored paper, looking very festive. Beneath the tree were many toys, snacks, and drinks.
Countless sweet couples, leaning on each other, strolled hand-in-hand beneath the Christmas tree, deeply enamored.
“Wow! What a tall Christmas tree!”
A cute girl wearing fluffy gloves and a fur cloak exclaimed, looking at the towering, magnificent Christmas tree.
As a multi-ethnic, multi-religious, and multi-regional cultural federal government, the Huayuan Federation had long since made it a characteristic that customs differed every ten li and every hundred li.
Almost every ethnic group had specific festivals, and if one were to count them all, 300 out of 365 days a year were holidays, with some days even having multiple holidays overlapping.
This also led to the urbanization of holidays.
For this reason, Article 36 of the Federal Constitution stipulates that only citizens residing in a particular region with specific climatic conditions and in that city are entitled to statutory holidays.
Simply put, Christmas is only recognized in a part of the cities.
“Xiao Yin, if you like it, let’s go buy a small one,” Zhao Yicheng gestured towards the Christmas gift specialty store not far ahead.
There were Christmas tree pendants the size of a fingertip, as well as two-to-three-meter-tall Christmas trees covered with decorations.
The place was packed with people, mostly couples, walking in hand-in-hand.
Originally, his plan was to take Xu Yinsheng to a Christmas party for some fun.
However, the weather didn’t cooperate.
Heavy snow fell, crushing a pine tree, which in turn broke the high-voltage power lines.
The dazzling Christmas party was plunged into darkness.
But since they were already out, how could Zhao Yicheng let Xu Yinsheng go back?
He had dragged her out to stroll the streets.