Chu Ci slowly buttoned up the shirt, and then discovered that this shirt had a fatal flaw.
Through.
Chu Ci's figure was thin and thin, and the white shirt felt a little empty on him. As he raised his arms, he could even vaguely see the shape of his abdominal muscles. Not only that, this white shirt may have been specially designed for summer. Its fabric was light and thin. Chu Ci could even see two red spots on his chest.
Lustful. Erotic.
Chu Ci's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his fingers hanging by his side paused for a few seconds. After a brief hesitation, he picked up the blue and white skirt on the bed.
The waistline of the skirt is a bit big.
Fortunately, the store also sent a belt. Chu Ci put the belt on to make sure that the skirt would not suddenly fall off, and then turned her eyes to the mirror again.
Very beautiful.
It is actually inappropriate to use the word "beautiful" to describe boys, but it is the first adjective that flashed in Chu Ci's mind when he saw the boy in the mirror.
The original owner's appearance is about 70-80% similar to Chu Ci's original appearance, except that Chu Ci's original appearance is sharper. He has been on the battlefield all year round and has a fierce aura; but the original owner is different. The original owner was brought up by his grandmother. He has believed in "being kind to others" since he was a child. His appearance is more delicate and he feels gentler.
It was the appearance of the original owner that smoothed Chu Ci's inherent sharpness. After he put on this jk uniform, he didn't feel any awkward at all.
This was Chu Ci's first time wearing women's clothing. He felt a little uncomfortable. After looking at it repeatedly in front of the mirror for several seconds, he tentatively shouted in the direction of the living room, "Ye Qingzhou?"
No one responded.
Just when Chu Ci was about to shout again, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "... Can I come in?"
"Okay."
Ye Qingzhou slowly opened the door.
The two people's eyes met in the air for a moment, and then Chu Ci saw Ye Qingzhou's face quickly turn red, first on his cheeks, then on his neck, then on his ears, and finally gradually spread to his whole body, even his fingers were a little red.
Seeing Ye Qingzhou's innocent look, Chu Ci's nervousness eased. He slowly walked in the direction of Ye Qingzhou, with an obvious smile in his voice, "How is it? Does it look good?"
The distance between the two people was instantly shortened.
Ye Qingzhou can even see Chu Ci's skin and chest through his shirt...
Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but swallow.
He looked away in embarrassment and spoke in a stumbling and confused manner, "Um... you... um... I... this dress... actually... is... quite... pretty..."
This sentence comes from the heart.
Chu Ci's legs are white, long and straight, and the jk skirt has a better shape, which makes his legs look particularly good-looking.
"Really?"
Chu Ci has a smile in his voice.
"Really... really..."
Ye Qingzhou Where have you seen such a battle? His voice was incoherent, but he still suppressed his shyness and explained, "It's really... very beautiful... this... this is the most... most beautiful skirt I have ever seen..."
So cute.
Ye Qingzhou did not dare to look directly at Chu Ci when he spoke. Instead, he kept his head lowered and looked at the floor. From the direction of Chu Ci, he could even clearly see the young man's fluffy and thick short hair, as well as his hair curls... Chu Ci did not restrain his desire this time, but stretched out his fingers to rub his short hair. "Thank you for the compliment."
The touch from the top of his head was so familiar and so gentle that Ye Qingzhou's thoughts were in a trance for a moment.
He remembered that when he first arrived at the interstellar battlefield, he didn't know anyone, and the soldiers on the battlefield were all fierce-looking, and had less communication with children. Ye Qingzhou was frightened, so he could only hide behind Chu Ci, carefully holding the corner of Chu Ci's clothes, and timidly looking at the soldiers on the battlefield.
At that time, Chu Ci would gently rub his hair and tell him with a smile, "Our little Highness is the best person in the world..."
The screen changes.
Ye Qingzhou's eyes turned into an empty palace.
Although Ye Qingzhou and Wu Zhou are the same person, in this case, it seems more appropriate to use "Wu Zhou".
During that period of time, Wu Zhou repeatedly performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield, and it happened to be the emperor's birthday, so he was summoned back by the emperor's order. Wu Zhou relied on his outstanding record, and as expected, he was favored. The emperor gave Wu Zhou countless rewards, and even vaguely revealed his intention to establish Wu Zhou as the crown prince.
Overnight, Wu Zhou's identity was turned upside down.
Those palace servants who couldn't stand Wu Zhou seemed to be a different person and were extremely flattering to him, but Wu Zhou didn't care about the attitude of these wallflowers. The most important thing Wu Zhou did every day was to sit in his palace and count the days until he and Chu Ci would meet again.
Wu Zhou is not interested in the so-called "prince". The only person he cares about in this world is Chu Ci. He just wants to be with Chu Ci. As for other money, status, power... For Wu Zhou, these things are not as attractive as Chu Ci's smile.
When the news about the interstellar battlefield came, Wu Zhou was preparing for Chu Ci's birthday gift in the palace. It was a thousand-year-old spirit tree that he had spent a lot of effort to find. It had the effect of nourishing the body. Wu Zhou wanted to carve the spirit wood into his own image, so that Chu Ci would think of himself whenever he saw the spirit wood.
"Your Highness, the battle situation in the interstellar world has been reported."
"Read."
Wu Zhou was focused on the thousand-year-old spirit tree and did not notice the trembling voice of the guard.
At that time, he had already carved out his eyes. Thinking that Chu Ci would think of himself when he put on this piece of thousand-year-old spiritual wood, Wu Zhou felt uncontrollably happy.
"The front line was attacked by the enemy and suffered heavy losses... General Chu... he... he..."
The guard's voice trembled violently.
Wu Zhou finally noticed something was wrong with the guard, and an ominous premonition flooded into his heart. He clenched his hands into fists, and his voice was hoarse and scary. "What's wrong, Master?"
"General Chu, he... died for his country."
When the words "martyrdom for the country" came into his mind, Wu Zhou completely lost the ability to think. He stood up suddenly and wanted to say something, but there was a bone-piercing pain in his body. Large beads of sweat fell from his forehead. After he uttered the syllable "Master", he fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
And the piece of thousand-year-old spiritual wood held tightly in Wu Zhou's hand also rolled to the ground.