Becoming a Supporting Actor in Paranoid Literature

Zhuang Baihua was full of question marks.

Don't blame him for not paying attention to international friendship. Have these Russians fought too much with bears and their brains are full of muscles?

Holding those skirts, he couldn't believe it and said, "What do you mean?"

With a smile on her face, Chi Yue said, "It means let's change it."

Zhuang Baihua thinks his temper is pretty good, except for occasional complaints in his heart, he is more patient with everyone and basically does not quarrel with others.

But now it is rare for him to feel the blood rushing to his head, and his whole body is furious.

"Why did you ask us to change into this?" Zhuang Baihua took a few deep breaths, trying to maintain his composure. He really didn't understand the brain circuit of the fighting nation.

The dresses came in all kinds of sizes, in bright colors, and seemed to have been made especially for the two of them.

"I just heard from those people that they thought Natasha was a transvestite." Chi Yue said slowly, with a calm tone, conveying the other party's thoughts without emotion.

Zhuang Baihua: "..."

"The former Wei Congsen was sentenced to probation. This incident spread to Russia. His family thought that something happened to him in China, but they sent people to China and found that Wei Congsen was not only fine, but also in a much more stable mental state."

Chi Yue extracted the facts from the conversations of those people, and relayed them to Zhuang Baihua: "They did some research and believed that Wei Congsen's change was due to Natasha, so they looked for Natasha and wanted to hold Natasha hostage. Tasha asked Wei Congsen to return to Russia, and finally locked on us."

Zhuang Baihua gradually understood, and said weakly: "When they found out that we were men, they thought Natasha was a pseudonym. The real person under this name is a man who likes women's clothing."

These Russians have really broad thinking, and following their way of thinking, they would think that they have some truth.

Zhuang Baihua didn't bother to get angry anymore, she put the skirt in her hand on the bed, and sat down: "Anyway, I don't cooperate."

He has no prejudice against women's clothing lovers, but he can't adapt to it, and there is no need to cooperate with the whims of the Russians.

Chi Yue fiddled with those skirts casually, and said, "I think the style is good, and it looks pretty."

Zhuang Baihua: "?"

Chi Yue took out a long skirt from inside, took a closer look, took it and sat beside Zhuang Baihua, and said in a low voice, "Russians have high literary and artistic attainments, and their aesthetics are relatively online."

"...That's not the reason for you to praise this dress." Zhuang Baihua said feebly.

"Really don't you want to try?" Chi Yue couldn't hold back the arc of his mouth, he leaned closer to Zhuang Baihua, and said in a voice that a demon would bewitch a lost traveler, "Maybe it will open a new door."

Zhuang Baihua heard that he was teasing herself, and said angrily: "No, if you want to wear it, you can wear it yourself."

Chi Yue put the skirt on her lap and said with a smile, "Will you just wear it if I wear it?"

Zhuang Baihua felt that Chi Yue had become more cheerful recently, and she always teased him with words, Zhuang Baihua couldn't help but criticize him: "It's not big or small."

Zhuang Baihua seems to be blaming Chi Yue, but in fact his tone is doting, not painful.

Chi Yue looked at the faint smile on Zhuang Baihua's face, holding the skirt in her hand, feeling like a feather was scraping back and forth in her heart, dancing on the tip of his heart, making every pore of him itchy.

He still remembered that a few months ago, when he was at the playground, he held the skirt that he took off from Xiyin. The first thought in his heart was that letting Xiyin wear it would pollute his eyes. He wanted to see this skirt on The scene on Zhuang Baihua's body.

That scene must have been so beautiful that it made him fascinated.

The more Chi Yue thought about it, the more turbulent her heart became. She looked straight at Zhuang Baihua, who was so terrified by him, and said, "Put down your skirt quickly."

With a smile on the corner of Chi Yue's mouth, she said, "It's agreed, you can wear it if I wear it."

"Wait." Zhuang Baihua couldn't laugh or cry, "I didn't promise you."

He was wearing a suit. At this time, the air conditioner in the room was fully turned on. Chi Yue was like a big heater, and the body temperature was transmitted. Zhuang Baihua felt a little hot, so he stretched out his hand and pulled his tie.

Chi Yue's eyes crawled to Zhuang Baihua's neck, patrolled back and forth between the tie and his Adam's apple, and then fell back to the skirt in her hand again.

Chi Yue narrowed her eyes and began to think of various methods in her heart, as cunning as a fox and as tough as a wolf.

"There's really no need to follow those Russians, just wait for Wei Congsen to come." Zhuang Baihua said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the room was opened.

Two Russians broke in, and they saw Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue still the same as before, wearing their own clothes, muttering Russian, and walking towards them aggressively.

Zhuang Baihua instinctively sensed the danger, stood up from the bed, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Those two people raised their hands and stretched towards Zhuang Baihua's skirt, and saw that they wanted to take off Zhuang Baihua's clothes.

Zhuang Baihua was startled, and took a step back, but there was a bed behind him, and he almost lost his balance and fell on the bed.

At this moment, Chi Yue took a step, stood in front of Zhuang Baihua, and pushed the two of them back.

Those two people didn't seem to have expected Chi Yue to be so strong. While speaking Russian, they looked at Chi Yue, their bodies were tense, and they looked like they were mobilizing their muscles, as if they were going to be hard with Chi Yue.

Chi Yue opened her mouth and spit out a string of Russian.

Everyone in the room was stunned again.

Zhuang Baihua knew that Chi Yue could understand Russian, but being able to speak it was another matter, and Chi Yue's pronunciation was standard, and she could even speak the tongue well.

The two Russians were obviously taken aback, and they said a few more words, and Chi Yue simply communicated with them in Russian.

The three of them chattered a lot, Zhuang Baihua couldn't understand a word, and felt a little anxious in the room.

After a while, the three people finally finished communicating. The Russian pointed to Zhuang Baihua and then to the skirt on the bed. He gestured to Zhuang Baihua to wipe his neck, then gave Chi Yue a last look, and retreated from the room.

Zhuang Baihua understood what the Russians meant, looked at Chi Yue unhappy, and asked, "Why do you speak Russian so well?"

As a college student, Chi Yue has no time to learn Russian to this level.

"That's not the point, don't worry about it." Chi Yue said, suddenly raised her hand, took off her coat and threw it aside.

Then he lifted his T-shirt, revealing his lean waist.

Zhuang Baihua was shocked by his actions, and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"

While taking off her clothes, Chi Yue said, "If you don't wear them, those people will force you to wear them. You might as well do it yourself."

The two Russians just now obviously wanted to help them change their clothes. Zhuang Baihua was stunned and said angrily, "This is China's territory, and it's lawless."

In the blink of an eye, Chi Yue took off all the clothes on her upper body, revealing her lean body.

Zhuang Baihua blinked at the fair skin, forgot what he wanted to say, and looked away in embarrassment.

I always feel that Chi Yue's figure has improved and she has become a lot stronger. As expected, practicing boxing is useful.

Before Zhuang Baihua could continue to be embarrassed, Chi Yue picked out a long dress from the clothes on the bed, and put it on directly.

After he put it on, he turned around and said to Zhuang Baihua, "Help me unzip the zipper."

Zhuang Baihua couldn't put it into words: "...At least, let's resist."

Chi Yue said generously: "Anyway, I still have to wear it after I resist." He picked up the hem of the skirt and swayed it from side to side, making the skirt sway layer by layer, "And it's very pretty."

He turned his head, raised his lips towards Zhuang Baihua, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it pretty?"

Chi Yue is very white. He chose a long red dress. At this time, the skirt was hooked on his shoulders, but the zipper on the back was not pulled, revealing a large white back.

The red cloth is smooth and docile, climbing on the fair skin, coupled with his exquisite facial features and charming smile, seeing Zhuang Baihua, his heart beats a few beats involuntarily.

This is too coquettish, Zhuang Baihua cursed in his heart.

It's just that Chi Yue has become stronger recently, with thin and powerful muscles attached to her back, and the butterfly bones are stretched out, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, which reduces the charm of the red dress, but clearly makes people realize that it is a masculine line. Full of strong hormones and vigorous power.

This contrast cannot be seen directly.

Zhuang Baihua was very embarrassed. Hearing Chi Yue say "zip me up" again, he raised his hand miraculously, pinched the zipper of the long skirt, and pulled it up to help Chi Yue get dressed.

He carried the zipper very carefully, not touching Chi Yue's back, which made Chi Yue sigh regretfully in his heart.

After Chi Yue put on her skirt, she turned around carelessly, tugged at the hem of her skirt, and said generously, "I think it's quite fun."

He was still wearing jeans and a long skirt outside, which looked a little funny, Zhuang Baihua didn't know how to comment, but after being teased by him like this, he completely forgot to continue to be angry.

Chi Yue approached Zhuang Baihua, lowered her voice and said, "It's your turn."

Zhuang Baihua quickly waved his hands: "I'll forget it."

Chi Yue got too close, and there seemed to be a fragrance from that skirt, which wafted out of him and penetrated into Zhuang Baihua's nose one after another. down.

Chi Yue leaned forward and threw Zhuang Baihua down.

Zhuang Baihua supported her body with her elbows and said in panic, "Get up."

Not only did Chi Yue not get up, but she reached out and pulled over the skirts next to her, picking out one by one, and asked Zhuang Baihua, "Which one do you like?"

Of course Zhuang Baihua said, "I don't like it at all."

"Oh, I see, I like them all." Chi Yue said solemnly, picked up a black silk skirt with her fingertips, hooked it over, and put it on Zhuang Baihua's chest, comparing the color of the skirt with Zhuang Baihua's. Skin color, said, "But you can only wear one at a time, why not just this one."

Zhuang Baihua was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and the black silk skirt was hanging on his body at this time. He was breathing rapidly, the white shirt was stretched tightly because of his movements, and the buttons caught the lace of the skirt. The regularity of the suit overlapped with the charm of the black silk skirt. Together, create a strong visual contrast.

Chi Yue grabbed Zhuang Baihua's tie, spoke calmly, and spoke slowly: "You zip me up, and I'll untie your tie, it's fair."

Zhuang Baihua knew that he should push Chi Yue away, but for some reason, he couldn't move, but his face turned red. He quickly grabbed his bow tie and said, "You don't need your help."

Chi Yue held Zhuang Baihua's hand, thought for a while, and said seriously: "You don't need my help, then do it yourself."

Mingming's tone was serious and deep, but what he said deliberately misinterpreted Zhuang Baihua's meaning. Chi Yue led Zhuang Baihua's hand to undo his tie bit by bit.