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"Are you thinking of some weird play?" he asked.Finally, he pressed my legs, sat on his hips, locked my hands with his hands, looked down at me from top to bottom, and showed his usual malicious smile, "It seems that I have been too busy recently , I owe my brother love."

"I've always owed you this." I made a flirtatious eyebrow, and then he leaned over and kissed my lips.

I've been "testing" him recently, making bold assumptions and carefully verifying. I can't just take some pretentious clues and treat them all as facts, right?So, last week I went out to buy cosmetics on purpose.Like most men, I actually don't know the brand at all, and I can't tell the purpose of various products. I bought a list from a female colleague.When I came out of the store, I saw a Prada little black dress displayed in the window, which was very similar to the one A Yu wore in my dream, so I went into the store and bought one.

Go home and put these things on the table.Sure enough, he asked curiously after seeing it: "What are you going to do? A dress? Cosmetics?"

"When the unit organizes activities, men have to wear skirts and make-up in reverse, and women wear suits." I replied.

"Oh? Is your unit quite avant-garde?"

"Sure, we are an LGBT-friendly company. But I don't know how to make up, and I don't know how to use it when I buy it. What should I do?" I deliberately made a troubled look, as if I regretted that the pile of products in front of me would be useless .

He picked up the CPB liquid foundation from the table, which was the loose powder of Makeupforever. He glanced at it and seemed to have experienced some ideological struggle, "Are you quite a professional? You know what to buy, I thought you would buy duplicates. But Your skin foundation is already very good, neither oily nor dry, and no major blemishes, so there is really no need to buy such a high coverage."

"Daughter-in-law, do you know how to do it?" I held his hands tightly as if I had found a savior, "You must help my husband, otherwise my husband will definitely be ridiculed by the whole company with a face like a flower. Spending a lot of money may not be able to eliminate your husband's black history! Wouldn't it be embarrassing for my wife!"

"Daughter-in-law? Who is your daughter-in-law?" He protested softly, but his face was slightly blush.

"Look at me talking nonsense again, I'm your wife, okay?" I laughed along.

"I'm not very good at drawing, but I'm probably better than you. I'll try my best."

Sure enough, he knows how to make up, although he is certainly not as good as my female colleagues or a certain glamorous male sister, because he usually has a bare face.So, to some extent, it also verified my guess, he is really not a "straight man" in the traditional sense.

He washed my face for me and applied lotion, "I just need to cover up a few sun spots, and then use a lighter foundation to even out my skin tone, and I don't even need foundation." It's very light, and it doesn't use my face as a washboard.

"Just give you a little eyebrow trimming, it will look more stylish, your eyebrows are very thick, and you don't actually need eyebrow powder." After painting, he held my face and looked at it again and again, "Mua, this is so handsome It's scum, look at this clean slapped face, whose handsome guy is this?"

"Your family!" I laughed, "And why am I so young?"

"All right, you're big everywhere. It's the first time I've met someone who wants others to say he's big."

"Hey, let's try a small skirt?" I started the routine again.

"Are you sure?" He held up the off-shoulder little black dress with both hands, and looked at me suspiciously, "This isn't XXXL either?"

"Even if I have breasts, I can't support a 3XL cup, right?" I suggested, "How about, daughter-in-law, help me try it on first?"

He pouted again and protested, "Daughter-in-law, your sister! I won't try!"

"The point is that I'm too embarrassed to try it in the store. You call me a tall man of 190 in the women's locker room, and you still have to trouble the teller, please help me change into a little black dress that is one size bigger. What if the little sister calls the police?" Moreover, this was originally bought for him.

Probably imagining my embarrassing situation in the locker room, he smiled like a blossoming flower, this unlucky daughter-in-law can't hope for your husband, okay?It's your husband's first time breaking into a women's clothing store in full view for you.

"Baby, can you try it for me?" I acted like a baby.

"Forget it, forget it, can't I try it? I really can't help you." Holding the little skirt, he was about to hide in the room and try it on.

"Where are you going? Just try it here, they are all men, what's there to be shy about?"

"Just because they are all men, I should avoid you." He hid in and locked the door, really not giving me a chance to peek.

He walked slowly in the room, and I stood at the door imagining what he would look like in a skirt?But compared to whether he looks good or not, what worries me more is whether I can accept him like this?This is not so much a test for him, but rather a test for me. If I can accept this more feminine "her", does it mean that the nightmare may not come true?In the near future, our relationship can reach a certain balance. I accept that feminine Ayu, and "she" can also accept me as "her" husband with peace of mind.

"A-Qian." A gentle call came from the room suddenly, "Can you help me?" Then the door lock was unlocked with a "click", and the door opened slightly.

I pushed open the door and walked in. The little black dress was already on him. His back was facing me, his back was bare, and the zipper on the back of the skirt was only pulled halfway, revealing half of a thin back with perfect lines. Immaculate.I stepped forward to help him, the faint ruddy luster, like a fruit full of nutrients, so coveted, so half-covered, a man's back can be so tempting.

The taut fabric fits tightly against the skin, and my fingertips force a passage through it, propping up weird shapes on the fabric wherever it reaches.My heart was full of indescribable emotions, some kind of primal impulse of a male animal.

"Well——" he began to pant desperately, "you guy, you are lying to me if you don't know how to do company activities, right? You can't just do this kind of thing..."

"Don't you like it? But you seem to enjoy it?"

"It's not annoying, but the skirt is really too tight." He complained.

"Is it tight?" I asked knowingly, and in the next second, I helped him pull the zipper to the top in a gentlemanly manner. Is it tight now?To tell you the truth, I chose the small size on purpose. This guy has no breasts. Only this size can perfectly squeeze out the groove or the middle seam.Seeing him holding his breath uncomfortably, I smiled slyly, as if admiring a masterpiece, both the front and the back are beautiful scenery.I teased him: "It's surprisingly suitable! The broad shoulders look good, the waist is also slender, and you even have breasts, but you are really not ashamed. How can a serious person wear a small dress like this?"

"Could it be that you want me to stick to my chest?" He said angrily.

"Of course, only I can see it, and I'd be happy to post it for you!"

"You're abnormal! You must be out of your mind!" I didn't see him so shy when I was even more shameless before, why did my few words make him so shy?

"You're abnormal!" Is this the first time he's said me recently?We are "scrambling" on the newly delivered pale pink bed.He stopped his hands first, sat up and straightened his clothes, "I haven't eaten dinner yet, don't be seduced by you like last time, and in the end I can only go directly to supper."

"Isn't it good? It's the 'cohabitation honeymoon period', isn't that the way it should be?"

"That's true. I've heard that young men are indeed like this. The older they get, the worse they become. A man's flowering period is also limited. Brother, you have to cherish the present moment. Maybe you won't be able to do what you want when you turn 30." He teased me.

"How dare you say that I am powerless!" Since he dared to say that, I had to prove my strength. I grabbed his waist and pulled him into my arms, biting a small piece of meat on the back of his neck. , Kissing his ear and neck again. What is 30 years old?Even after the age of 70, as long as the object is him, I can do it anytime, anywhere.

"It's itchy." He scrunched his neck and giggled, "I'm serious, should we have a good chat about your latest abnormal behavior. Like makeup, little black dress, pink furniture?"

"Yes, we can chat." I actually wanted to be open and honest a long time ago, but I just couldn't find a reasonable entry point.On the other hand, I'm terrified of getting poked.After learning that secret, life seemed to be uneventful.I had the illusion that as long as I kept pretending to be ignorant, he would stay the same.Does it never change as long as I don't poke it?But people will eventually face reality, and I am a person who cannot hide secrets.

I asked him, "Brother, can we chat while drinking? You and Nan and Yu can also drink and chat. I don't even have the opportunity to talk with you like brothers."

"So you also want to be like ordinary brothers with me?" He was a little surprised.

"Why not? I think the relationship between people should be adjusted as the stage of communication develops. Maybe we can also explore different communication modes or establish a new relationship." I thought about my "For example, from being passionately in love to living together, if we have disagreements in life, completely emotional will make you think that I don't let you mean that I don't love you. If we can treat each other as friends