Night had fallen at Secret Base No. 1.
There was no livestream tonight, but something far more thrilling was happening.
“Liang Xipi! That cheongsam looks absolutely stunning!”
“Didn’t Zhang Junfang say my cross-dressing tendencies were improving? Then why do I still feel an urge when I see women’s clothes?”
“Ahhh! My nosebleed is about to gush out!!”
In front of a full-length mirror, Ji Qingchan—or rather, the female form of Ji Yuenian—wore a plain white cheongsam adorned with blue lotus patterns. Staring at the girl in the mirror, her watery eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. Especially when an inadvertent movement revealed a patch of pale, smooth thigh, she was so pleased she wanted to scream.
After indulging in such visual delight and borderline mania, Ji Yuenian covered her face and half-reclined on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a mix of sighs and excitement.
“I must be sick. Cross-dressing is supposed to be an illness, yet why does it feel so good?”
“Sigh, the cheongsam is beautiful, but ‘Ji Qingchan’s’ youthful figure can’t quite carry it off. If only I were a mature woman—a sophisticated and sexy older sister type—with a pair of Valentino heels to match.”
“I can’t even imagine what that kind of ultimate pleasure would feel like!”
Suddenly, her phone rang with a familiar WeChat notification, interrupting Ji Yuenian’s “nonsense” and “wild thoughts.” She picked up the phone to see an incoming video call, the contact name displayed as 【The Doomed Pretty Boy Who’ll Cry His Eyes Out · Jiang】.
Why was he video-calling so late at night?
Was he trying to check in on his girlfriend?
Had this blockhead finally come to his senses recently?
Tsk tsk tsk! As expected, my charm is limitless; the conquest will succeed any day now!
Ji Yuenian could already vaguely picture Jiang Chi kneeling on the floor, clinging to her leg, begging her not to leave him—a pitiful, sobbing loser.
Thinking this, Ji Yuenian felt it necessary to raise her favorability points. She recalled a few romance novels she’d read lately—weren’t the protagonists often maintaining their love through video calls, weaving a long-distance romantic tale?
Mimicking the typical pose of female leads in those novels, she placed the phone farther away so the camera could capture her entire figure. Her slender, straight legs naturally crossed, forming an elegant curve. Then, with a gentle swipe of her finger, she answered the call.
Before that, she stuffed a few male clothing items lying on the bed under the covers—just in case they were accidentally seen. Explaining that would be troublesome.
Soon, Jiang Chi’s handsome face appeared on the screen. But compared to usual, he now bore a faint flush on his normally cold, pale skin. His breathing was heavier and somewhat hurried.
Ji Yuenian leaned in curiously, trying to get a clearer look, unaware that this very movement only further stirred the boy’s emotions.
The low collar of his garment could barely conceal his alluring collarbones, while the cheongsam he wore, with its slit extending all the way to his hips, threatened to reveal a tantalizing glimpse with even the slightest movement, setting hearts racing.
“Jiang Senior, why are you having a nosebleed?” Ji Yuenian asked in surprise, noticing a streak of blood slowly dripping from his nostril.
A nosebleed?
Just from seeing me in a cheongsam, Jiang Chi got a nosebleed?
So he’s not only into maids but also cheongsams?
Is my charm just too overwhelming? Or is Jiang Chi’s purity level simply too high?
Wait… could Jiang Chi be hiding some unspoken condition?
Hearing this, Jiang Chi froze for a moment before hastily grabbing a tissue nearby, wiping the blood away, then pressing it tightly against his nose.
His flustered eyes tried to meet hers but didn’t know where to settle, finally turning away awkwardly and stammering, “Re-re-recently, the weather has been too hot, and I’ve, I’ve been a bit overheated.”
As he spoke, his already flushed face deepened in color, lips trembling slightly, as if each word took a huge effort to utter.
“If you didn’t avoid my gaze so much, I might actually believe you,” Ji Yuenian thought sarcastically.
“So, Senior Jiang, do you need something?”
“Nothing, nothing at all. I just wanted to chat.”
“Chat?” A subtle gleam flickered in Ji Yuenian’s eyes. She shifted slightly and slowly lifted the slit of her cheongsam. Her fair, slender legs looked even more enticing under the soft light, radiating an invisible allure.
“What does Senior Jiang like? I’m quite fond of cheongsams. Why don’t we talk about cheongsams…”
The cheongsam girl’s voice carried a hint of laziness and seduction, as if her words themselves wove a spell.
On the other side of the city, the nosebleed had stopped. Jiang Chi lay on his bed with the air conditioner blasting at 16 degrees. The cold breeze swept through the room, but he couldn’t calm down, tossing and turning.
He thought chatting would distract him and let the fire inside burn out over time, but he hadn’t expected…
The slender waist, the long legs, and that elusive, mysterious glimpse… all of it was like adding fuel to the fire, stoking the blaze raging within the boy’s heart.
The room was silent except for the occasional chirp of insects outside. The icy breeze stirred everything inside, including the tissue box on the bedside table. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a tall, slender shadow.
The bathroom door opened silently, releasing a steamy sigh that spread like water. Amid rhythmic movements, the boy’s lips repeatedly whispered a name.
That voice echoed softly in the quiet, filled with an inexplicable emotion and longing.
This was just the tip of the iceberg.
Only a small portion of a vast and valuable whole is visible above the surface, or a powerful person reveals only part of their true talent.
Likewise, Ji Yuenian could never know the true heart she had stirred in the boy.
It was a heart that—
Breath grew heavier and heavier, body suddenly shuddering and tensing, muscles taut, veins bulging, as if something was about to burst forth—a sensation that pushed one to the very edge.
…
“Senior Jiang, Senior Jiang.” The girl’s voice beside his ear snapped Jiang Chi out of his reverie. Yet, the boy’s gaze still avoided meeting hers, shrinking back timidly.
What’s going on?
Why is Jiang Chi like this today?
Ji Qingchan thought silently.
He’d been silent the entire way, not uttering a word, and his eyes darted nervously, refusing to look at her, as if burdened by some guilty secret.
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