Chapter 174
She pouted and looked at Wu Liang with a pitiful expression.
There were glistening tears at the corners of her eyes, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
Her previously smiling face was now filled with worry.
Her small, white hands fidgeted nervously as she looked at Wu Liang with a resentful expression.
"..."
Upon witnessing this scene Wu Liang felt a pang of stomach pain.
Okay, another drama queen.
Can't he just meet a normal person? Can't they have a proper conversation?
"Young Master, have you really forgotten me?"
The woman awkwardly moved to Wu Liang's side, grabbed one of his arms, and pressed it against her chest.
Is she really that disliked by the young master? They just met not long ago.
Why did the young master forget me so quickly?
"I'm saying, the quality of this is a bit lacking."
Feeling the soft yet somewhat strange touch on my arm.
Wu Liang reached out and pinched his brow, saying with a slight headache.
As expected, no matter how well Naoko is disguised, this is the best she can do.
It is indeed very difficult to completely reproduce the most realistic touch.
Especially for Wu Liang, who has dealt with countless women, the truth or falsehood can be discerned with a single touch.
He should have guessed the other party's true identity sooner.
He didn't expect to be fooled by the other party at first; he doesn't seem to be in a good state today.
"Young Master, what are you saying?"
They seemed somewhat confused about what Wu Liang meant by "poor quality".
The woman leaned on Wu Liang's shoulder, tilted her head in confusion, and looked somewhat dazed.
I said...
Before Wu Liang could finish his sentence...
Two sharp, almost tearing sounds suddenly rang out in front of him and the woman.
An alarm from deep within the brain resounded throughout the entire mind in an instant.
"Get away from the young master."
Swoosh, swoosh.
The short blades, barely visible to the naked eye, shot out from the stairwell like bullets.
The piercing shriek that could tear the air apart almost pierced Wu Liang's eardrums.
Wu Liang and the woman reacted almost simultaneously.
They retreated several steps to either side, creating distance between them.
The two short blades grazed almost the cheeks of Wu Liang and the silver-haired woman.
Two muffled thuds followed.
The short blade then sank deep into the back door.
"..."
Wu Liang looked at the two daggers that were almost completely embedded in the wooden door.
His eye twitched slightly; just how much force had he used...?
"Yao Shi, can't you be a little gentler?"
"Look at yourself! Can't you tell I was just joking with the young master?"
The silver-haired woman, with her arms crossed, glared at Yao Shi, who was standing at the top of the stairs, with some dissatisfaction.
If it weren't for the fact that I and the young master dodged quickly, the dagger would probably have been stuck in his face.
"Yao Qing, if you keep talking to me in that disgusting female voice, I won't hesitate to poke a few more holes in you."
With a frosty expression, Yao Shi once again drew several short blades from the inside of her thigh and held them between her fingers.
The cold, short blade gleamed with a chilling light, perfectly matching the sinister killing intent in Yao Shi's eyes.
"A woman without a sense of humor will be disliked by the young master."
Yao Qing reached out and rolled her long hair, then shrugged her shoulders with some dissatisfaction.
When he spoke again, the soft female voice had transformed into a magnetic male voice.
"Hey Yao Qing, can't you do something more down-to-earth?"
Wu Liang covered his forehead and spoke wearily.
He knew Yao Qing wouldn't do anything good for him.
"Young master, cross-dressing is a legitimate hobby of mine."
Yao Qing lifted a corner of her skirt, revealing a pair of boxer shorts underneath.
Is it wrong to wear women's clothing? Is it wrong for men to like wearing women's clothing?
"And yours..."
Wu Liang pointed to the pair of unidentified objects on Yao Qing's chest.
He could certainly understand women's clothing, and he could also understand Yao Qing's hobby.
You can dress as a woman if you Yao Qing, but coming over to flirt with me is just unethical.
"This? Oh, it's just a prosthetic breast. After all, women's clothing should also have a sense of realism."
"If I were flat-chested, I would always feel like something is missing when I dress as a woman."
Yao Qing deftly removed the two prosthetic breasts from her chest, gripped them in her hands, and pulled on them repeatedly.
To be fair, this is the best quality breast prosthesis he could buy.
However, no matter how closely it resembles the real thing, it is still ultimately just a counterfeit.
"Please spare me."
Wu Liang looked at the prosthetic breasts that Yao Qing had pulled and deformed, and smiled helplessly.
However, Yao Qing is indeed quite well-endowed when dressed as a woman...
P. S.: Yao Qing women's clothing concept art
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Chapter Seventeen: Yao Qing's Hobbies (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets 9/23)
"So, Yao Qing, you sometimes dress up like this when you're with my father?"
Looking at Yao Qing sitting opposite him with her beautiful legs spread wide apart.
Wu Liang rubbed his temples, which were throbbing slightly.
His gaze lingered on Yao Qing's long, fair legs and alluring collarbone.
Yao Qing's frame is smaller than that of a normal male.
The other person's face was more androgynous, and their skin was even more delicate and fair than a woman's.
In addition, the flirtatious glances and feminine gestures she gave him seemed so natural.
What's more, this guy's voice imitation is flawless.
Yao Qing doesn't just look like a woman, she's more womanly than any woman.
However, it was a man.
Thinking about this, Wu Liang suddenly felt like he was going crazy.
If only Milutin could have half the ladylike feel of Yao Qing women's clothing.
He no longer gets such a headache whenever he thinks of Milutin.
"Young Master, as I said before, cross-dressing is my personal hobby."
"When I have time off, I dress as a woman."
Yao Qing tied her long hair, which had been falling behind her, into a ponytail.
Little did he know that the way he tied his hair into a ponytail had left the maids nearby speechless.
Her alluring, jade-white nape, in particular, drew envy from the maids.
"I didn't expect him to agree to you dressing like this."
Wu Liang stroked his chin and carefully looked at Yao Qing, who was tying her hair into a ponytail.
Holy crap, you're so weird! How come your personality has changed after you put on women's clothes?
What are you doing with that little hand with your pinky finger raised like a delicate orchid?
You're dressed as a woman, fine, but why are your words and actions becoming so feminine?
Where did the cunning, scheming, and somewhat sister-obsessed Yao Qing go?
(You ask how Wu Liang knew Yao Qing was a siscon? Don't ask, it's just intuition.)
"He can't control my personal preferences."
"Besides, I usually don't appear in front of him like this."
Yao Qing took the nail clippers and started trimming her nails.
Then, as if remembering something, he fell into a brief silence.
Previously, he only appeared in front of Wu Xingsheng to receive tasks.
Those tasks were nothing more than sorting or taking out the trash.
He didn't want his skirt to get dirty with dust.
"Really? If he saw you like this, he'd probably have a heart attack."
Wu Liang rested his chin on his hand and stared intently at Yao Qing's body.
Finally, as if giving up on something, he let out a heavy sigh and looked away.
A popular internet saying goes: Only men truly understand men.
This statement seems to be correct.
Only men know what men really want.
Look at Yao Qing's half-open sitting posture, what kind of manners is that!
This feeling of being partially exposed is just awful (or wonderful).
"Young master, what score would you give me if I dressed as a woman?"
Yao Qing noticed Wu Liang's somewhat evasive gaze.
A slight smile curved his lips as he looked at Wu Liang with interest.
Yao Qing was very confident in his female attire.
Compared to ordinary girls, he has the strength to absolutely crush them.
"0 points, I have no feelings for men."
Wu Liang rejected Yao Qing without hesitation.