The shoes were low-heeled, soft leather with laces, perfectly revealing the deep hollow of Yu Sen’s ankle, so delicate it seemed it might snap with just a slight bend.

He tried walking a few steps. Although the layered dress was soft and comfortable against his skin, it was still heavy due to the numerous layers, making it difficult to take large strides. Running would require lifting the dress with both hands, just like in the movies, to reduce resistance.

Yu Sen spun around twice, the outer layers of his dress fanning out like petals. The places it brushed seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver light, creating a dreamlike atmosphere, like something out of a fairy tale. Unbeknownst to him, it also added a touch of ethereal grace to his appearance.

He was very satisfied. As his mood improved, his headache seemed to fade, and he grinned as he wrapped his arms around Si Xuanyang’s neck, asking, “Don’t I look great, big demon? Your boyfriend is so good-looking, you’re so lucky.”

Si Xuanyang held his waist, frowning as he stared at him for a moment, his expression stiff and displeased. “When we go downstairs, try not to smile so much.”

It made people have criminal urges.

Just the day before, he hadn’t been too keen on wearing a dress, but today he was so happy in it. A sense of crisis suddenly arose in Si Xuanyang’s heart. “Also, tone down your flirtiness.”

“How else would I have seduced you?”

Yu Sen’s gaze was like a hook as he cheerfully wrapped his arms around Si Xuanyang’s neck, kissed him on the cheek, and then turned to run toward the door with his dress in hand.

He had just reached the door when Si Xuanyang grabbed his slender waist from behind, turned him 180 degrees in his arms, and pressed him face-to-face against the door. The cold, dark demon pinned him against the door, leaning in to kiss him with a possessive and domineering force.

The demon’s hands were wrapped in half a length of black bandage, rubbing against the back of Yu Sen’s neck.

The soft lace of the dress crumpled under the rough touch, and as it was pulled down slightly, it revealed a glimpse of pale, soft skin. The rough texture of the black bandage teased that area, sending a shiver through Yu Sen’s body as if an electric current had run through him.

A soft tongue easily slipped into his mouth, claiming every inch of the tender skin within. Another hand, wandering over Yu Sen’s wait, was far from behaving.

Even his ankles, exposed beneath the hem of the dress, were being teased by a leg clad in tight black trousers, slowly provoking the small patch of bare skin, and gradually moving upward from the soft lining of the inner layers.

The sensation made his scalp tingle.

As Yu Sen’s consciousness began to blur, he vaguely felt like a fish caught on a sticky board or a flower swaying on a branch, vulnerable and unable to retreat, left to be plucked at will.

He couldn’t stop the mischief between his legs, nor could he push away the dominant figure in front of him.

The hands resting against Si Xuanyang’s chest seemed to give in to fate, softly resting on the demon’s shoulders.

The hand around his waist tightened, as if trying to merge him into the body.

The kiss on the back of his neck deepened, as though the person before him truly was a bloodthirsty demon who wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d chewed him up and swallowed him whole.

“Mmph…”

Yu Sen’s head felt light from the lack of oxygen, his arms growing weak as they barely held onto Si Xuanyang’s neck. In a daze, he imagined himself trapped in that small space, being devoured bit by bit…

Until there was a knock on the door behind him.

The sound was so close, right by his ear, pounding forcefully against his weary mind. Yu Sen shuddered all over, nearly collapsing from fright.

Luckily, Si Xuanyang’s arm was tightly wrapped around his waist, and the heated breath in his mouth retreated.

In his hazy and disoriented state, he heard Si Nan’s voice from outside the door: “Yang Yang! Yu Ge! Are you guys ready yet? Why are you taking so long? Luo Yu and I have already had breakfast…”

“We’ll be right out,” Si Xuanyang replied in a deep voice.

“Oh, oh… Why is your voice hoarse? Did you catch a cold last night?” Si Nan asked curiously, “There’s mushroom soup downstairs, still nice and hot. Have some later.”

“…Got it.”

After hearing the footsteps retreat from outside, Yu Sen slowly leaned on Si Xuanyang’s shoulder, catching his breath and trying to steady his dizzy head.

Si Xuanyang looked at his quietly lowered dark lashes, feeling a slight itch in his heart and a softness like a cloud in his chest. He gently adjusted Yu Sen’s hat, “It’s a bit crooked. Let me fix it for you.”

Yu Sen’s ears were still red, the tips of his lashes like they were dipped in honey, as he lowered his gaze, refusing to look at him. Unhappy, he muttered, “There’s a pearl chain on top, be careful. Don’t pull my hair.”

The handsome demon curved his lips into a beautiful smile, bending down to brush his lips against Yu Sen’s black hair, his voice husky as he said, “As you wish, Princess.”

…

As Si Xuanyang led him down the stairs from the second floor, Yu Sen’s face was still flushed from being called “Princess,” a mixture of shame and an inexplicable thrill simmering in his heart.

This was too much! Could it be that after living for over twenty years, he was finally discovering a hidden, twisted side of himself?

However, the great demon beside him didn’t seem too happy about others seeing him in women’s clothing.

Yu Sen paused on the stairs, leaned on Si Xuanyang’s shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “How about I wear a dress for you when we get back? How about a sailor uniform? Just for your eyes, okay?”

Si Xuanyang almost missed a step in his black boots as they descended the stairs. After steadying himself, he grabbed Yu Sen’s waist firmly, pulling him closer, and warned in a menacing tone, “I told you not to mess around. My self-control isn’t that great!”

“…I was just giving you a little tease, why do you call that messing around?”

“Yu… Yu Ge?” As they spoke, a hesitant voice called from the first floor.

Yu Sen turned his head and met Si Nan’s shocked gaze.

“It really is you…”

The other person had transformed into a clown, a mixture of absurdity and a touch of cold eeriness. Standing beside him was Luo Yu, dressed as a zombie, with a realistic knife sticking out of his temple, and special effects makeup on his nose and mouth making it look like they were bleeding.

They all looked pretty cool, except for him—he was soft and delicate, evoking pity.

“Damn! Snow White!” an unidentified voice exclaimed from the living room. Soon, everyone still in the living room cast either subtle or blatant looks of amazement and desire towards Yu Sen, who was standing on the stairs.

In their eyes, the princess’s skin was as white as snow, her body was soft and boneless, and her black-and-white eyes glistened with moisture, with the corners slightly red, as if a mesmerizing rain of peach blossoms had just fallen. Just one look made their hearts melt.

But most of these admirers were men.

Yu Sen’s expression instantly darkened: Bullshit! How is this a Snow White outfit?! Haven’t you watched cartoons as a kid?! He doesn’t even have a red bow; how is he supposed to look like Snow White!

“How does it look like… how does it look like…”

Hearing the depressed muttering beside him, Si Xuanyang chuckled, his arm possessively tightening around him. He leaned close to Yu Sen’s white ear and whispered, “Your hair and skin are similar.”

Damn pervert!

Yu Sen whimpered, feeling a surge of drama, and, feigning shyness, buried his head in the demon’s neck, his body shrinking and softening, half-hugged and half-carried down the stairs.

Si Nan cast a complex glance at the onlookers whose eyes were glued to them, then walked over and tugged on Yu Sen’s sleeve, “Alright, that’s enough.”

Si Xuanyang glanced coldly at the hand on the wide sleeve, the demonic pattern on the side of his face appearing harsh and untouchable.

Damn it, he’s so wild and fierce. Si Nan shivered and feigned ignorance as he let go, clasping his hands behind his back.

…

Sitting at the dining table and carefully observing his surroundings, Yu Sen realized that he wasn’t the only man dressed in women’s clothing—there was another “Wonder Woman.”

But that guy was worse off than him. With a naturally chubbier face and figure, even the magical costume couldn’t do much to help, making him look even more awkward.

Especially since his outfit exposed so much skin—shoulders, arms, legs, waist—almost everything was bare. It might not be too cold inside, but taking a walk outside wouldn’t be so pleasant.

Yu Sen felt a bit relieved, fiddling with the soft, warm, and form-fitting princess dress. He leisurely picked up a bowl and sipped the thick soup.

“Princess, a lot of people are watching you,” Si Xuanyang’s narrowed eyes held a dangerous glint.

But the person drinking the soup didn’t notice the danger. After swallowing the soup, he licked his wet lips with a pale pink tongue, his gaze pure and innocent like that of a newborn animal, though Si Xuanyang knew it was an act.

“Let them look. They can look, but they can’t touch, right?” The princess said smugly.

Si Xuanyang’s eyes darkened slightly. Amidst the collective gasps around them, he gently pinched the princess’s snow-white chin, leaned in, and captured those soft pink lips, tracing the outline with his tongue, drawing out an ambiguous sound before slowly releasing him.

Then he reached out, his gaze deep and possessive, and tenderly wiped away the moisture at the corner of Yu Sen’s mouth. His fingertips brushed over the plump lips, gently rubbing them as he softly said, “Marked. No one else can touch you.”

Yu Sen suddenly saw the madness in his eyes, his body trembling involuntarily, and the mist in his eyes rippled as if a pink rain was about to fall.

He ignored the heartbroken expressions around him and obediently leaned into Si Xuanyang’s embrace, cursing this perverted clock in his heart.

—This time, it not only planted a seed of “cross-dressing love” in his heart, but also turned Si Xuanyang into a real lunatic!

Although he was sometimes crazy before, this time it seemed he was even more out of control, impossible to restrain.