“You said you could earlier, didn’t you?”
“I can, but that doesn’t mean I’ll help you for free.” Shen Huaixue spoke naturally, “Lin Jianqing, I’m your financial backer, not a charity. You run into trouble and come to me to solve it. Of course I can help you, but you should at least show some sincerity, right?”
“Sincerity?” Lin Jianqing looked at her warily, “What do you want to do now?” He suddenly remembered the conversation on their phones.
“Try on a few outfits, take a few photos.” Shen Huaixue said it lightly, but… taking photos? That wasn’t a requirement before, was it?
Lin Jianqing already felt awful at the words “take a few photos.”
He knew Shen Huaixue’s aesthetic all too well. The “few outfits” this woman mentioned were definitely women’s clothing… Though Lin Jianqing was nearly used to women’s clothing by now, looking into Shen Huaixue’s eyes made him inexplicably afraid.
“Are the clothes you prepared normal?”
Shen Huaixue was silent for two seconds, as if thinking about something.
Lin Jianqing immediately understood.
“I’m not wearing them.”
“You’re saying no before even looking?”
“Your silence already says everything.”
Shen Huaixue smiled, picked up the supplementary agreement from under the coffee table, and pushed it in front of him.
“Read the agreement first. It clearly states that the photos cannot be publicly distributed, cannot be used for commercial purposes, and cannot be shown to third parties without your consent.”
“Everything you’re worried about, I’ve written in. As for the clothes, they’re indeed not everyday wear, but they’re not as terrifying as you imagine.”
Lin Jianqing looked down at the paper. The terms were so formal that he wanted to curse even more.
She must have prepared this long ago. Lin Jianqing only hated why there was an additional clause. And… why had he agreed to Shen Huaixue’s ‘additional clause’ proposal when signing the contract back then?
Damn it… Lin Jianqing really wanted to go back in time and punch the version of himself who signed that contract.
“This counts as a supplementary clause. You can raise any objections now. I just want to take a few photos for my personal collection.” Shen Huaixue’s words were like the whisper of a demon, gradually seeping into Lin Jianqing’s mind.
Like silk threads… transparent, or threads faintly emitting wisps of mist.
Lin Jianqing stared at the paper for a long time before finally picking up the pen.
“I can do the photos, but you can’t make me do any weird poses.”
Shen Huaixue thought for a moment: “That depends on your definition of weird. But I can guarantee I won’t make you do anything you can’t accept.”
Lin Jianqing looked up at her, his eyes full of distrust.
Shen Huaixue looked back at him.
“You can refuse now. That video will keep circulating. More people might see it tonight. Tomorrow your teacher might ask again, and your roommate might keep comparing your face with the photos.”
“Of course, you can also keep playing dumb—since you won’t admit it, no one will say anything.” Watching Lin Jianqing hesitate, Shen Huaixue sprawled carelessly onto the sofa beside them.
Her black hair scattered across her body. Her languid appearance was like a well-fed black cat, looking at the mouse before it, with nothing but the desire to toy with it.
Lin Jianqing:
‘Fine, it’s just taking photos. It’s not like she can do anything to me.’
He gritted his teeth and signed his name, feeling like he had been tricked by Shen Huaixue once again. After all… although the photos wouldn’t be circulated, just thinking about them being collected by Shen Huaixue…
Lin Jianqing’s hair stood on end. Shen Huaixue was somewhat perverted.
After signing, he tossed the pen onto the table: “Where are the clothes?”
“In the guest bedroom.”
“Don’t come in while I’m changing.”
“I’m not interested in men.”
“I don’t believe you!”
Shen Huaixue looked at him, a smile slowly rising.
“Lin Jianqing, are you getting more and more confused about your positioning?”
“I’m confused because of you.”
With that, Lin Jianqing took the bag she gave him and went straight into the guest bedroom.
The guest bedroom was eerily quiet. By the bed hung a large garment bag. Through the semi-transparent fabric, he could vaguely see white, silver, and deep purple overlapping—somewhat like a cosplay costume.
Was this just a normal cosplay costume?
At first glance, Lin Jianqing didn’t sense anything wrong. He even thought Shen Huaixue had finally been a bit decent, preparing some elegant fairy-like outfit. Until he pulled the zipper down—Lin Jianqing froze on the spot.
The clothes were indeed fairy-style, and there were two sets in total.
Light gauze, silver threads, dangling ornaments, and thin fabric spread out like wings. If you only looked at the colors and materials, they were actually quite pretty. There were also veils and… what was this, stockings?
But looking further down, it was a different story.
The waistline was cinched excessively. The design of the shoulders, neckline, and cuffs carried an indescribable sense of danger.
White and silver should have looked clean, yet the edges were pressed with deep purple dark patterns, like a fairy who should have been high above being dragged into darkness—the exterior still retained a cold and beautiful shell, but the inside was completely stained.
The other set had a similar style, except this one was predominantly purple while the other was predominantly blue.
Lin Jianqing stared at the outfit for more than ten seconds. What… was this?
A fairy, or… a Wood-Bamboo Fairy?
Only one sentence remained in his mind.
‘Shen Huaixue, you’re truly perverted.’
‘How is this normal clothing?’
‘This is exactly the “Immortal Sect Saintess skin” from those lewd games—and the kind that wouldn’t pass review.’
“I’m not wearing it.”
Lin Jianqing spoke almost instinctively, but Shen Huaixue’s voice came from outside the door: “You haven’t tried it yet.”
“I don’t need to try it. I already know I’m not wearing it.”
“The agreement is signed.”
“The agreement didn’t mention clothes like this!”
“I’m referring to the previous clause—it says image cooperation.”
“You call this image cooperation?” Lin Jianqing’s voice changed with anger. “Shen Huaixue, do you have a misunderstanding about the word ‘cooperation’? What part of these clothes looks like something a normal person would wear outside?”
It was quiet outside for two seconds, then the door was lightly knocked.
“Can’t I come in?”
“No!”
“Then I’ll leave the makeup at the door.”
Lin Jianqing suddenly had a very bad feeling.
“What makeup?”
The door was pushed open a crack. Shen Huaixue didn’t fully enter, only standing at the doorway, holding a makeup case in her hand.
Lin Jianqing saw the colors inside at a glance.
Purple lipstick, dark eyeshadow.
And several brushes he couldn’t name at all, but judging by the colors, he knew they were definitely not for daily use.
Shen Huaixue leaned against the doorframe, her expression still calm, even carrying a hint of seriousness.
“I looked up tutorials.”
Lin Jianqing: …
‘She said what? She looked up tutorials?’
Shen Huaixue picked up the purple lipstick, glanced at the shade, then looked up at him.
“A fairy’s makeup should suit you quite well.”
Lin Jianqing was silent for a full three seconds.
Then he slowly hung the clothes back up and turned to leave.
Shen Huaixue seemed to have anticipated this, reaching out to block the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to school.”
“What about the video’s popularity? Or do you not like the lipstick shade? How about blue? Do you like the Blue-ringed Octopus type? I also prepared different-colored lipstick here. This shade is actually quite hard to buy.”
“Get lost!” What Blue-ringed Octopus? Lin Jianqing’s face flushed red from Shen Huaixue’s words.
Lin Jianqing paused mid-step. Shen Huaixue looked at him, the corner of her lips curling up slightly.
“Lin Jianqing, don’t look at me like that. I’m really not forcing you.”
“You call this not forcing?”
Shen Huaixue:
“Mm.” Her voice was light, but her eyes were unmistakably bright. “You agreed to it yourself.”
Lin Jianqing was so angry his fingers were tightening.
He finally understood now—from the moment he stepped through this door, Shen Huaixue had been waiting for this moment. fairy, Lin Jianqing truly felt the malice of society.
Lin Jianqing gritted his teeth and looked at her.
“Shen Huaixue.”
Shen Huaixue:
“Hm?”
“You’re truly perverted.”
Shen Huaixue didn’t deny it.
She just lowered her head to look at the purple lipstick in her hand, smiling faintly.
“Then, do you want to change clothes first, or do makeup first?”