He opened the black bag, and as soon as his hand touched the fabric, he sensed something was wrong. When he picked it up, layers of intricate and delicate lace were laid out in front of him, and he froze.
This is... a maid outfit?!
Wen Feiran panicked instantly, her expression blank and helpless, as if she had been frozen in place. Three minutes passed, and she still didn't make a move.
As if dealing with a time bomb, he used two fingers to lift the strap of the maid outfit, carefully turning it over from side to side, his expression becoming even more bizarre.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zou Yuxing said cheerfully, "Feiran, aren't you finished changing yet? Do you need any help?"
Wen Feiran, as if afraid of being discovered for doing something wrong, quickly hugged her skirt to her chest, "No need!"
Zou Yuxing didn't notice anything unusual about him, responded with a reply, and walked away.
With no room for maneuver, Wen Feiran, not wanting to keep the other five waiting, had no choice but to bite the bullet and put on the maid outfit.
He was too thin and in poor health before. Although he had been trying to recuperate for the past six months, his figure was still more slender than other adult men, with thin shoulders and back. The regular-sized maid outfit fit him perfectly, and he could easily zip it up.
After changing her clothes, Wen Feiran still didn't want to go out and see anyone. She could only squat by the door and tentatively push the door open a crack to observe the situation outside.
Why is it so dark? It's like something is blocking his way... Wen Feiran suddenly had a bad feeling. He looked up blankly and met an eye through the crack in the door.
A scene straight out of a horror movie unfolded. Wen Feiran screamed in fright, fell to the ground, and frantically pulled back. The unlocked door opened automatically, startling Zou Yuxing, whose blond hair was disheveled. "What happened?" he asked.
Wen Feiran clutched her chest, "Why were you standing at the door without a sound? You scared me to death!"
Zou Yuxing looked completely innocent. "You haven't come out for so long, I was worried about you. I just came over and noticed the door was ajar, so I came to see what was going on."
"Alright, it's really not your fault." Wen Feiran stood up, subconsciously brushing the dust off her clothes, but her hand touched the intricate lace pattern.
... Oops.
Zou Yuxing recovered from her shock and, upon seeing his attire, stared wide-eyed like someone with dementia. Her fingers trembled, but she couldn't utter a single complete word.
The viewers in the live stream also saw what he looked like.
Wen Feiran is a pure and honest person who doesn't use gimmicks to attract attention; she only plays it safe, wearing a simple white t-shirt and black pants underneath.
With delicate features and an androgynous beauty, he looked perfectly natural in a maid outfit, and the intricate lace details did not diminish his refreshing youthful charm.
Wen Feiran blushed with shame, her neck and ear tips turning red. Her eyes were also misty with tears, like a frightened fawn. Her eyelashes trembled, and her gaze darted back and forth, unable to meet anyone's eyes.
His hair had grown a little longer, clinging to his slender neck, making his skin appear even more translucent, with a smooth, jade-like sheen.
The live stream chat exploded with comments, and the language became increasingly daring and outrageous. If Wen Feiran saw this, she'd probably dig a hole in the wall with her bare hands and crawl inside.
[Ah, making chicken drumsticks for the director, that's totally my fantasy!]
[What's going on? This is even more alluring than someone wearing exquisite makeup and proper women's clothing. Maybe this is what they call being both innocent and seductive!]
[Wife, wife, don't ask me why my phone screen is wet, hahaha. jpg]
[She's still wearing a T-shirt and black pants; I can't even imagine how good she'd look without them.]
[Can I take my clothes off in front of you old perverts? Come to my bed, baby, I'll undress you myself. (doge emoji)]
[The world is going to the dogs, it's unbearable to look at. I don't like this kind of trick at all! [Screenshotting frenzy +100]]
Wen Feiran couldn't hear any sound, but he could feel eyes on him. His face turned so red it was almost steaming, and he just wanted to leave this hell of shame.
But Zou Yuxing grabbed him and pulled him out from inside, using him like a mannequin, pressing his shoulders and spinning him around twice, hissing, "What is this? Why are you still wearing your inner clothes?"
Su Shangting has high standards for fashion and aesthetics, but as long as it looks good, it doesn't matter what you wear. "Feiran, did you go to the fashion show the other day? The outfit the model wore was also very nice, just not as good as yours."
Zou Yuxing was extremely surprised, "Could this be the new fashion trend?!"
The two of them, working together in a coordinated manner, left Wen Feiran completely bewildered and no longer so ashamed. The other three people also came over, each with a different expression.
For celebrities, appearance is also the most important thing. They secretly compare themselves, wondering if they would look better than Wen Feiran if they dressed like that.
After receiving the answer, the smiles on their faces became stiff.
Wen Feiran had already subconsciously tried to minimize her presence, walking at the very back. Now, dressed in a maid outfit, she stood even more obscurely in a corner, wishing she could disappear on the spot.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and new problems arose.
After changing their clothes, they walked back into the hall and suddenly heard a knock on the closed door.
Hello, is anyone there?
Song Lindi immediately recognized the voice and almost jumped for joy, "It's Brother Gu! Brother Gu has finally appeared!"
Wen Feiran was also moved, but he suppressed his fans' emotions and pretended to be very calm.
Song Lindi tried to open the door, Su Shangting stopped him and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am a detective from the East. The Earl once wrote to me, inviting me to be his guest and asking me to do him a favor."
Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the men changed.
They might belong to the villains and be judged by justice, while the detective represents justice and was invited by the real count.