mtl008 Chapter 207 Why is it so gay?
Chapter 207 Why is it so gay?
As soon as Bai Ruizhe stepped into the lobby, he was met with a figure rushing towards him. Upon seeing who it was, his usually composed expression froze, a rare occurrence.
"you--"
Bai Ruizhe, unaware of the bet between the three, swallowed hard before finding his voice, "Why are you dressed like that!?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tall "maid" not far away. Her familiar face made him hesitate and ask, "Si Yun?"
"it's me."
Si Yun tossed a strand of her long hair that fell to her chest and said slowly, "I lost to Xie Qing in a race a few days ago, that's the bet."
Qi Xian nestled against Bai Ruizhe's chest like a big bird, burying her face in his shoulder and rubbing against him, "Brother Ruizhe, they dislike me!"
"Don't I look good dressed like this?"
Inside the hall, passing tourists stared curiously at the two grown men embracing, whispers spreading like ripples.
"Wow~ Are young couples these days so open-minded, going out flirting in sexy lingerie..."
"But they're both so handsome!"
"Hehehe, that boy in the maid outfit is so good at being cute (?ˉ??ˉ??)"
"..."
As he listened to these comments, Bai Ruizhe's gaze wandered aimlessly, and his fair neck turned red at a visible speed.
He tried to push Qi Xian away to escape, but the other man clung to him even tighter like an octopus. The usually calm and elegant young master Bai just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into—it was just too embarrassing.
Not only did I not get a response, but I was also pushed around.
Qi Xian's voice suddenly turned cold, and his iron-like hand gripped Bai Ruizhe's shoulder tightly with astonishing force, "Brother Ruizhe, do you also despise me?"
Bai Ruizhe frowned in pain, "No, let go first."
"Then why did you push me away just now?"
Qi Xian didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened his hold on his lower back, bringing the two even closer together.
Bai Ruizhe pressed his temples helplessly. "I didn't dislike you. You look great in this outfit. Is that alright now?"
Qi Xian chose to ignore the perfunctory tone in the other person's tone and rubbed his head against Bai Ruizhe's shoulder, "I knew you wouldn't dislike me, Ruizhe-ge!"
Bai Ruizhe looked utterly dejected—oh well, so be it if I'm embarrassed.
A few meters away in the tea area, Xie Qing pointed to the two people arguing outside the glass window and asked Huo Yunting curiously, "Have they always been like this in their interactions?"
Why does he seem so gay?
"It's been like this for a long time."
Huo Yunting said, "Perhaps because we grew up together, our relationship is better than that of ordinary friends."
Si Yun, sitting opposite him, added, "According to Qi Xian himself, he was still sleeping in the same bed with Bai Ruizhe when he was fifteen years old. They were as close as brothers."
"..."
Xie Qing: Is this any better?
Even brothers don't hug and cuddle like that!
He asked while sipping his soy milk, "Don't you guys think something's wrong?"
Huo Yunting stared at Xie Qing's lips, then, distracted by her words, asked, "What's wrong?"
He genuinely didn't think there was a problem—mainly because they'd always interacted this way since he met them in college, and he'd gotten used to it after seeing it so often.
Si Yun stroked her chin and thought for a moment, "A bit clingier than the average brother."
Suddenly remembering Qi Xian's request for Bai Ruizhe to send his location every few hours, he corrected himself, saying, "I misspoke, it wasn't just a little, it was a lot."
"As for other things that seem off... I don't know yet."
"..."
Xie Qing: This is already pretty wrong, okay? (? ? ?? )
However, seeing that the two of them both looked completely unfazed, he couldn't help but wonder if he was overthinking things.
……
As dusk deepened, the last rays of light on the snow-capped mountain peak gradually faded away.
Xie Qing stood at the hotel entrance wrapped in Huo Yunting's coat, her breath condensing into a fleeting mist in the cold night.
He watched as Si Yun's sports car taillights disappeared around the bend of the mountain road, and Qi Xian's shout of "Next time, let's go skiing in Northern Europe" seemed to still echo in the pine forest.
"Qingqing, let's go too."
Huo Yunting's voice came through the warm white breath, and his slender fingers wrapped the cashmere scarf around Xie Qing's neck again, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the other's earlobe, which was red from the cold.
Xie chuckled and took Huo Yunting's arm. "Okay, let's go home."
Car headlights formed a flowing galaxy on the winding mountain road. The hot spring hotel gradually disappeared, with only the wind chimes under the eaves still tinkling, as if drawing a gentle pause for this brief gathering.
The two returned to Yunlan wrapped in a chill. Xie Qing took out a soft velvet nightgown from the dressing room, preparing to take a hot bath first.
He habitually turned around and asked, "Want to shower together?"
But Huo Yunting was fiddling with an unidentified package. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "Qingqing, wash first. I'll wash later."
Her drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, obscuring her expression.
This is so unusual. Usually, someone would be clinging to you by now, making all sorts of excuses to stay in the bathroom.
Xie Qing walked hesitantly toward the bathroom, completely unaware that a "big surprise" awaited her behind her.
The warm water washed away the chill from his body. When he came out drying his hair, he saw Huo Yunting dart into the bathroom and close the door so fast that it created a gust of wind.
"What are you doing? You're so mysterious..."
Xie Qing muttered to herself, slipped on her slippers, went to the living room, ate a small bread roll, and then heated up her medicine.
The dark brown medicine was poured into a glass, and its strong bitter smell immediately filled the air.
Xie Qing sipped her medicine and wandered aimlessly around the room. When she reached the bedroom door, there was only one last drop of medicine left lingering at the bottom of the cup.
Just as he tilted his head back, ready to down the drink in one gulp, his peripheral vision caught sight of the bathroom—
"Pfft—! Cough cough cough..."
The medicine was suddenly forced back into my nasal cavity, and the bitter taste of the medicine exploded in my respiratory tract.
Xie Qing coughed, her back bent, tears blurring her vision, and her fingers trembling as she held the cup.
"lightly!"
Huo Yunting rushed over quickly, gently patting Xie Qing's back with his large hand, "Breathe slowly, take it easy..."
He wiped away Xie Qing's tears with his fingertips, brushing them across the reddened corners of her eyes. "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
As her cough subsided, Xie Qing's wet, fox-like eyes widened in shock as she stared at Huo Yunting. "You...you're...?!"
Huo Yunting's tall figure was wrapped in a black and white maid outfit. Perhaps the size was too small or the bust was too big, because only the bottom two buttons of the top could be fastened.
With each breath, large swathes of skin were exposed from the open neckline, revealing firm chest muscles that extended all the way to well-defined abdominal muscles.
Wearing this outfit was already beyond Huo Yunting's capabilities. His ears turned almost blood red as he tried his best to maintain a calm expression. "Qingqing, don't you like it?"
"This afternoon, you saw Si Yun wearing these clothes, and you even complimented him on how good he looked..."
I thought you would like it.