Zhuang Baihua was full of questions.
Don't blame him for not caring about international friendship. Have these Russians fought too many bears and now their brains are full of muscles
He held up the skirts and said in disbelief, "What do you mean?"
Chi Yue looked as if she was about to laugh, and said, "It means that we should change into it."
Zhuang Baihua thinks that he has a pretty good temper. Apart from occasionally complaining in his heart, he is relatively patient with everyone and rarely quarrels with others.
But now he had a rare feeling that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head, and he was furious.
"Why do you want us to change into this?" Zhuang Baihua took a few deep breaths, trying to keep himself calm. He really didn't understand the way of thinking of the fighting nation.
The dresses were of all shapes and sizes, bright colors, and seemed to have been made especially for the two of them.
"I just heard those people say that they thought Natasha was a transvestite." Chi Yue said slowly, in a calm tone, conveying the other party's thoughts without any emotion.
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
"After Wei Congsen was sentenced to probation, the news reached Russia. His family thought he had an accident in China, so they sent people to China and found that Wei Congsen was not only fine, but also mentally stable."
Chi Yue extracted the facts from the conversation between those people and relayed them to Zhuang Baihua: "After some investigation, they believed that Wei Congsen's change was all due to Natasha, so they looked for Natasha, hoping to take her hostage and force Wei Congsen to return to Russia, and finally locked their eyes on us."
Zhuang Baihua gradually understood and said weakly, "When they found out we were men, they thought Natasha was a pseudonym. The real person under this name was a man who liked women's clothing."
These Russians have really broad ideas. Following their way of thinking, I actually think they have some truth in them.
Zhuang Baihua was annoyed, put the skirt in her hand on the bed, and sat down: "I won't cooperate anyway."
He had no prejudice against women's clothing, but he just couldn't adapt to it and had no need to cooperate with the Russians' whims.
Chi Yue casually flipped through the skirts and said, "I think the styles are good and they look pretty good."
Zhuang Baihua: “?”
Chi Yue pulled out a long skirt, looked at it carefully, took it and sat next to Zhuang Baihua, whispering: "Russians have high attainments in literature and art, and their aesthetics are quite good."
“…That’s not the reason for you to praise this skirt.” Zhuang Baihua said weakly.
"Really not going to try?" Chi Yue couldn't suppress the curve of his lips. He moved closer to Zhuang Baihua and said in a devilish voice that could seduce a lost traveler, "Maybe a new door will open."
Zhuang Baihua could tell he was teasing her, and said unhappily, "No, if you want to wear it, wear it yourself."
Chi Yue put the skirt on her thighs and said with a smile: "If I wear it, will you wear it too?"
Zhuang Baihua felt that Chi Yue had become more cheerful recently and was always teasing him. Zhuang Baihua couldn't help but criticize him: "You have no respect for your parents."
Zhuang Baihua seemed to be blaming Chi Yue, but his tone was actually doting and indifferent.
Chi Yue looked at the faint smile on Zhuang Baihua's face, holding the skirt in his hand. He felt like there were feathers scratching back and forth in his heart, dancing on the tip of his heart and making every pore of his body itch.
He still remembered how a few months ago, when he was at the playground, holding the skirt he had taken off Xiyin, his first thought was that it would be an eyesore to let Xiyin wear it, and he wanted to see the scene of this skirt on Zhuang Baihua.
That scene must be so beautiful that it must have mesmerized him.
The more Chi Yue thought about it, the more excited she became. She stared at Zhuang Baihua, who was irritated by his gaze. She said, "Put your skirt down quickly."
Chi Yue smiled and said, "We agreed. If I wear it, you wear it too."
"Wait." Zhuang Baihua was in tears and laughed, "I didn't promise you."
He was wearing a suit. The air conditioner in the room was on high. Chi Yue was like a big heater. His body temperature was transmitted to him. Zhuang Baihua felt a little hot and reached out to pull his tie.
Chi Yue's gaze climbed up to Zhuang Baihua's neck, patrolling back and forth between the tie and his Adam's apple, and then fell back to the skirt in her hand.
Chi Yue narrowed his eyes and began to think of various methods in his mind, as cunning as a fox and tough as a wolf.
"There's really no need to go along with those Russians. Just wait for Wei Congsen to come." Zhuang Baihua said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the room was opened.
Two Russians came in. They saw Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue still wearing their own clothes as before, mumbling in Russian, and walking towards them aggressively.
Zhuang Baihua instinctively sensed the danger, stood up from the bed and asked, "What are you going to do?"
The two men raised their hands and reached towards Zhuang Baihua's collar, and it seemed that they were going to take off Zhuang Baihua's clothes.
Zhuang Baihua was startled and took a step back, but there was a bed behind him and he almost lost his balance and fell on it.
At this time Chi Yue took a step forward, stood in front of Zhuang Baihua, and pushed the two men back.
The two men seemed not to have expected Chi Yue to be so strong. They looked at Chi Yue while speaking Russian. Their bodies were tense and they seemed to be mobilizing their muscles, as if they were going to have a tough fight with Chi Yue.
Chi Yue opened his mouth and uttered a string of Russian.
Everyone in the room was stunned again.
Zhuang Baihua knew that Chi Yue could understand Russian, but being able to speak it was another matter. Moreover, Chi Yue's pronunciation was standard, and even the tongue-twitching sounds were good.
The two Russians were obviously also startled and said a few more words. Chi Yue simply started communicating with them in Russian.
The three of them talked a lot, but Zhuang Baihua couldn't understand a word they said and felt a little anxious in the room.
After a while, the three people finally finished their communication. The Russian pointed at Zhuang Baihua, then at the skirt on the bed, made a gesture of wiping his neck to Zhuang Baihua, and finally glared at Chi Yue and walked out of the room.
Zhuang Baihua understood what the Russian meant, looked at Chi Yue unhappily, and asked, "Why do you speak Russian so well?"
Chi Yue is a college student, so how could she have the time to learn Russian to this level
"That's not the point, don't worry about it." Chi Yue said, suddenly raised his hand, took off his coat and threw it aside.
Then he lifted up his T-shirt, revealing his lean waist.
Zhuang Baihua was shocked by his actions and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Chi Yue said as she took off her clothes: "If you don't wear them, those people will force you to wear them. It's better to do it yourself."
The two Russians were obviously trying to help them change their clothes. Zhuang Baihua was stunned and said angrily, "This is Chinese territory. It's lawless."
In the blink of an eye, Chi Yue took off all the clothes on her upper body, revealing her slim body.
Zhuang Baihua was dazzled by the fair skin and forgot what he wanted to say and looked away awkwardly.
I always feel that Chi Yue has become better and stronger. It turns out that practicing boxing is useful.
Before Zhuang Baihua could continue to feel embarrassed, Chi Yue picked out a long dress from the clothes on the bed and put it on.
After he put it on, he turned around and said to Zhuang Baihua, "Help me unzip it."
Zhuang Baihua was speechless: "… At least resist a bit."
Chi Yue said generously: "Anyway, you still have to wear it after the resistance." He lifted the hem of the skirt and shook it left and right, making the hem sway in layers of waves, "And it looks pretty good."
He turned around, raised his lips towards Zhuang Baihua, and asked with a smile: "Isn't it pretty?"
Chi Yue was very fair, and she had chosen a red long skirt. At this moment, the skirt was hooked on her shoulders, but the zipper at the back was not zipped up, revealing a large area of her fair back.
The red fabric was smooth and fitted against his fair skin, coupled with his delicate facial features and charming smile. When Zhuang Baihua saw it, his heart beat faster involuntarily.
This girl is too coquettish, Zhuang Baihua complained in his heart.
It's just that Chi Yue has become stronger recently, with thin but powerful muscles attached to his back, and his butterfly bones stretched out like a roc spreading its wings, which reduced the charm of the red skirt and made people clearly realize that these are masculine lines, full of strong hormones and vigorous power.
This contrast is hard to bear.
Zhuang Baihua was very embarrassed. When he heard Chi Yue say "Help me zip up" again, he raised his hand as if possessed by a ghost, pinched the zipper of her long skirt, pulled it up, and helped Chi Yue put on her clothes.
He held the zipper very carefully and did not touch Chi Yue's back, which made Chi Yue sigh with regret in her heart.
After Chi Yue put on her skirt, she turned around carelessly, tugged at the hem of her skirt, and said generously, "I think it's quite fun."
He was wearing jeans underneath and a long skirt on the outside, which looked a bit funny. Zhuang Baihua didn't know how to comment on it. After being treated like this by him, she completely forgot to continue being angry.
Chi Yue moved closer to Zhuang Baihua and said in a low voice, "It's your turn."
Zhuang Baihua waved his hands quickly: "I'll let it go."
Chi Yue got too close to him, and there seemed to be a fragrance from that skirt that floated out from his body and entered Zhuang Baihua's nose in waves, stimulating Zhuang Baihua. He shuddered and stepped back instinctively, but tripped over the bed and sat down on it.
Chi Yue took advantage of the situation and leaned forward, knocking Zhuang Baihua to the ground.
Zhuang Baihua propped himself up with his elbows and said in panic, "Get up quickly."
Not only did Chi Yue not get up, she also reached out and pulled the skirts next to her over, selecting them one by one and asked Zhuang Baihua, "Which one do you like?"
Zhuang Baihua said, of course, "I don't like it at all."
"Oh, I see. I like them all." Chi Yue said seriously. She picked up a black silk skirt with her fingertips, hooked it over, and put it on Zhuang Baihua's chest and abdomen. Comparing the color of the skirt with Zhuang Baihua's skin color, she said, "But you can only wear one at a time, so why not just this one."
Zhuang Baihua was dressed in a suit and tie, with the black silk skirt hanging on his body. He was breathing rapidly, and his white shirt was stretched tight because of his movements, with the buttons hooked on the lace of the skirt. The neatness of the suit and the charm of the black silk skirt overlapped, creating a strong visual contrast.
Chi Yue grabbed Zhuang Baihua's tie and spoke slowly and calmly, "You help me zip up my zipper and I'll untie your tie. It's fair."
Zhuang Baihua knew he should push Chi Yue away, but somehow he couldn't move, and his face turned red. He quickly pinched his tie and said, "I don't need your help."
Chi Yue held Zhuang Baihua's hand, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "You don't need my help, then do it yourself."
Although her tone was serious and deep, her words deliberately misinterpreted Zhuang Baihua's meaning. Chi Yue guided Zhuang Baihua's hands to untie his tie bit by bit.