Chapter 93: Cheongsam
It was a short white cheongsam. The moment An Han saw it, he immediately shouted toward the door.
“Lin Yi! Why is it short?”
He wanted a long, elegant cheongsam!
“What else? You have to wear less to attract customers!”
“Then why are you wearing so much!”
The voice outside suddenly lowered. Lin Yi muttered, “You’re a guy. What’s the big deal if other guys see you wearing less? It’s not like your dorm mates haven’t seen everything before.”
“???”
What kind of logic is that!?
“Hurry up and put it on! I still need to do your makeup!”
For a moment, Lin Yi’s words actually sounded… kind of reasonable?
That thought flashed across An Han’s mind, but he quickly shook it off.
No way, it wasn’t reasonable at all!
He picked up the cheongsam with both hands, conflicted, and examined it closely. Hmm… it actually looked kind of nice?
It was a sleeveless white cheongsam with tiny floral patterns. At first glance, the whole thing looked small and delicate, making An Han wonder if he could even fit into it.
It matched his sense of style so well that even he started to feel a bit curious. What would he look like wearing it?
Feeling his face heat up, he quickly put the cheongsam aside, took a deep breath, and began taking off his T-shirt and pants.
The fabric felt pretty thick and good-quality, but An Han still pulled two band-aids from his pants pocket and stuck them over his chest. Just in case something awkward showed through after he put it on.
Usually, he dressed as a man, so even if something peeked through, no one would care. Besides, he often wore an extra jacket to cover up.
He slipped the cheongsam over his head and tried to reach behind his back to zip it up. But his arms couldn’t quite reach that far. He managed to pull the zipper halfway up, to the middle of his back, but that was it.
“Lin Yi!” he called, his voice a little embarrassed but desperate for help.
“What is it?”
“Stick your hand in and help me zip this up.”
“OK~”
The small changing room door opened just a little. Lin Yi’s hand reached inside, feeling around as An Han turned his back to her, guiding her toward the zipper.
Soon her hand brushed against his back, moving upward, but she missed the zipper and touched his smooth bare skin instead.
“A bit lower, to the left,” he said.
But Lin Yi teased him in a playful tone, “Wow, your skin’s really nice~ so soft and smooth~”
If you had my system, you’d be like this too, he thought helplessly.
“Don’t tell me you use body lotion after every shower?”
“No!”
“Then why is your skin even better than mine…?” Lin Yi sounded jealous. “You really should just stay as a woman. Having a guy like you around would drive me crazy.”
As she spoke, she finally found the zipper and pulled it all the way up.
An Han quickly pushed her hand away, shut the door, and looked down at himself in the mirror.
There was a teardrop-shaped cutout right at the center of the collarbone, showing a small patch of fair skin. The sleeveless design left his shoulder blades exposed, and his round, pale shoulders looked smooth under the light. A faint, elegant collarbone line moved slightly as he breathed.
The cheongsam curved inward at the waist, wrapping tightly around his body like a slender willow branch. Then it curved outward again below the waist, outlining the soft shape of his small, round hips.
The more An Han looked at himself, the redder his face became. The blush spread to his ears and neck, and the burning shame made him feel like steam might start coming out of his head.
But the real problem was the short skirt.
His slim, straight legs stretched out from under the skirt, which was so short it only covered half of his thighs. Even worse, the slit on the side went almost all the way up to his hips, faintly revealing his underwear.
“Good thing I always wear boxers…”
At least for now, they worked like safety shorts.
“Lin Yi… damn it!”
He cursed under his breath, embarrassed and angry at the same time.
But when he lifted his head and looked in the mirror in the corner, that mix of shame and anger also brought… a tiny bit of secret excitement.
An Han knew there was something wrong with his mindset. He wanted to correct it, but he couldn’t stop the rush of dopamine flooding his brain.
“Hurry up already!” Lin Yi called from outside. “How long does it take to put on clothes?”
“I’m done.”
Lin Yi pushed open the door with a grin full of mischief and curiosity. But the moment she saw An Han, her face froze and darkened.
“Hurry up,” An Han said, already sitting in front of the small makeup table. When he didn’t hear any movement from her, he turned around and asked impatiently, “What’s wrong?”
He was still annoyed that Lin Yi had picked this kind of cheongsam for him, but since he was already wearing it, he could only go along for now.
“Are you really a guy?” Lin Yi asked for what felt like the hundredth time. Her eyes fell on his chest, which looked… surprisingly full under the tight fabric of the cheongsam.
And that slender, elegant figure, though not exactly curvy, had a soft, delicate charm that made even Lin Yi, a woman herself, grit her teeth in jealousy.
She worked hard to keep her figure, counting calories at every meal, avoiding snacks, doing yoga for half an hour every day. But this man, who clearly didn’t put in the same effort, somehow had a body that was only slightly less shapely than hers.
“I’m a man!” An Han glared at her.
But seeing her shocked expression strangely gave him a sense of satisfaction. His mind buzzed with a strange excitement.
“What kind of man has that?” Lin Yi muttered as she walked closer.
Even though An Han still had short hair, he now looked completely like a woman. The faint masculine features on his face couldn’t hide his overall beauty.
Only his shoulders were a bit broader than a normal woman’s. The sleeveless design of the cheongsam made that flaw more obvious.
“I’ll put a short shawl over your shoulders to make them look smaller,” Lin Yi said while studying his face. “And for your hair, it’d look better to let two strands of hair fall down onto your cheeks…”
“Don’t talk to me about that. I don’t understand any of this.”
“Fine, then I’ll just do your makeup.”
“Hurry.”
An Han couldn’t wait to see what he’d look like after the makeup was done.
He knew that for a normal man, this kind of eagerness was definitely a sign of something wrong. But at this point, he had already given up caring.
Since he was already dressed like this, he might as well enjoy the small pleasure his strange “aesthetic sense” brought him.
He’d come this far, he couldn’t just take the clothes off and walk away now, right?
If he failed the mission, the system would force him to do it anyway…
Just imagining the system making him walk down the street in a “sexy cheongsam” bought online made his face go pale. That damn system always went for the most embarrassing outcome!
The thought alone was enough to make the blush on his cheeks fade out of sheer fear.