"Xiao Yezi, what do you think of this dress?"
Su Baizhou took out one of her spaghetti-strap dresses and held it up in front of the bathroom mirror.
Hearing this, Luo Ye looked over, gave it a serious once-over, then praised, "This is practically the descent of the goddess of beauty. But Fanfan, it's so cold out. You'll catch a cold wearing spaghetti straps."
As he spoke, Luo Ye lifted his cup and took a sip of cold boiled water.
"I'm not wearing it. You are."
The instant she finished speaking, Luo Ye sprayed out a mouthful of water and turned to look toward the bathroom again.
"No, Fanfan, we've been together for nearly two and a half years. I've always put you first and thought of you in everything. How could you do this to me?"
That tone clearly meant he wanted to pick a fight.
Of course, Su Baizhou knew Luo Ye would never actually argue with her.
Holding the dress, she walked over to Luo Ye, leaned against him, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Xiao Yezi, I'm curious. Just put it on and let me see."
"Not wearing it. This concerns a man's dignity."
"You really won't wear it?"
"Not wearing it!"
"You really won't wear it?"
"Not! Wearing it!"
"You really won't wear it?"
"Not... not wearing it?"
By the end, Luo Ye was already beginning to hesitate.
From "won't you," to "won't you," to "won't you."
Aside from the wording, Fairy Senior Sister's attitude had changed too.
"Three."
"Two."
Without any warning, she suddenly began a countdown.
Before Su Baizhou could count to "one,"
Luo Ye grabbed the spaghetti-strap dress and stood up, declaring with righteous determination, "Fanfan, just now, I suddenly got curious about what I'd look like in women's clothes too.