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Zheng Mengni reached out to unbutton his nightgown.
Ye Bingran leaned back in fear.
Zheng Mengni grabbed him firmly, not allowing him to move. "Don't run away," she said, frowning and speaking in a soft voice. "I’m helping you change."
Ye Bingran tensed his body, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "I'll do it myself; you step out."
Zheng Mengni found such ungratefulness annoying. She had only offered to help because she saw that he was at a disadvantage with his leg injury. "If you don't want it, fine," she replied with a forced smile, placing the skirt on Ye Bingran's lap before turning to leave.
Ye Bingran gazed at the skirt resting on his legs with a complex expression, his pale and cold face flushed as if it were about to bleed. He had no desire to wear such an eye-catching skirt when going out. Since entering this story, he had never once considered himself a woman. He always felt he would eventually return to his own body, and being comfortable as a woman now seemed utterly absurd.
It felt so out of place.
Yet, this was meant to be broken.
Whether out of guilt or something else, Ye Bingran did not refuse Zheng Mengni's help and allowed her to style his hair and apply makeup. He lowered his gaze, his dark eyes filled with confusion and hesitation as if contemplating a difficult and uncertain answer.
Finally, he sighed, feeling quite helpless. After all, he had thick skin and was never afraid of embarrassment. Why care so much? Zheng Mengni didn’t know anything; she simply wanted to make him look nicer. If he rejected her again, it would be too disappointing and lackluster.
It was just a skirt; it wouldn’t cost him anything.
With an expressionless face, Ye Bingran unbuttoned his nightgown, finding the task particularly challenging. It would have been easier on the bed where there was more space, but changing clothes while sitting in a wheelchair was indeed difficult for him.
Outside, Zheng Mengni sat on the sofa looking at her phone, her beautiful face showing no expression and her demeanor somewhat indifferent. She could hear the commotion inside but showed no intention of offering help.
An opportunity was given once, but he did not cherish it.
After a long time, Ye Bingran emerged with a serious expression, slowly maneuvering his wheelchair. Although it was a stunningly beautiful dress, he wore it in a rather peculiar way.
Zheng Mengni said nothing as she stepped in front of Ye Bingran, untied the messy straps, and re-tied them neatly. Then she moved behind him to push him forward and zipped up the dress. The entire process was smooth and fluid, though her movements were somewhat cold.
Ye Bingran was acutely aware that he had just foolishly rejected Zheng Mengni, causing her discomfort. So, he tugged at her bag gently and asked in a soft voice where they would be going to have fun later.
Guess what? Zheng Mengni smiled widely.
As a sister, of course, she would be the one to receive the most satisfying gift from their mother.
Look at how Ye Bingran was dressed; it reminded her of when she used to play with dolls as a child, quietly allowing her to arrange him as she pleased, making him irresistibly charming.
At home, they were good friends, but once they stepped outside, that might not hold true.
Zheng Mengni took Ye Bingran, who was sitting in his wheelchair like a little burden, and invited Shen Die along with other close friends for a shopping trip at the mall.
The wheelchair was electric and a technological marvel, yet Zheng Mengni insisted on pushing Ye Bingran herself, staying close by his side.
Leaning slightly closer to his ear, she whispered, “You can buy whatever you want; I’ll cover it.”
Ye Bingran wasn’t used to spending money that belonged to women and didn’t really register her words. Occasionally, he stole glances at Zheng Mengni’s cascading curls and thought about how healthy her hair looked. He wondered what kind of shampoo she used and thought he might ask her about it someday.
Ye Bingran didn’t buy clothes; instead, he sat quietly in his wheelchair waiting.
In the fitting room, Shen Die’s expression was subtle as she lowered her voice to ask, “You’re being too nice to him. That dress he’s wearing looks like one you just bought—limited edition! You haven’t even worn it once.”
Zheng Mengni felt a bit embarrassed as she replied, “It’s too tight around the chest; it’s uncomfortable for me.”
Shen Die chuckled knowingly: “No wonder! But even if you don’t want it anymore, you can’t let him have it so easily. The Zheng family knows how to take care of him; don’t waste your efforts if he doesn’t appreciate it later.”
Zheng Mengni casually hummed in agreement, but a hint of darkness flickered in her bright eyes.
There was nothing wrong with alleviating their parents’ worries; by caring for him more, she also took care of her family’s feelings. She paused slightly before adding with a somewhat malicious smile, “But how I choose to care for him is my business.”
For instance, she had observed that Ye Bingran preferred a more androgynous style of dressing; thus, she deliberately dressed him in soft and delicate outfits—pink dresses and sweet makeup.
Although he didn't say it, she could sense his discomfort and helplessness.
It's best to give him what he naturally wants, but that may not be what Ye Bingran likes or desires. Such concern is better left unexpressed. Yet, her good intentions compelled Ye Bingran to accept it.
Zheng Mengni feigned mystery and said, "He thinks I'm a great person now. Just wait, I'll play a game with you later."
Upon hearing the word "game," Shen Die's eyes lit up; she was just about to die of boredom. "What is it? Do you have a good plan?" she asked.
Zheng Mengni didn't answer; she only smiled knowingly.
She slipped into her newly bought high heels and walked gracefully over to Ye Bingran's side. "I'm so thirsty; let's get a cup of coffee."
Before Ye Bingran could respond, she pushed him toward the center of the crowd.
Zheng Mengni brought Ye Bingran to the most conspicuous spot in the mall. Suddenly, she clutched her stomach, her face scrunching up as she exclaimed, "Oh no! I'm feeling unwell, sister. I need to use the restroom. You stay here and wait for me, okay? Don't wander off."
Ye Bingran furrowed his brow. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just wait for me and don't run off," Zheng Mengni waved her hand dismissively before turning to leave.
Ye Bingran leaned back in his wheelchair, surrounded by a bustling crowd. He felt numerous curious gazes land on him. With his mismatched attire and the wheelchair beneath him, he attracted many ambiguous looks.
Suddenly, Ye Bingran understood something. He smirked casually, maintaining his composure as he gazed straight ahead, completely unaffected by the stares.
"I told you so," he thought to himself with a thick skin.
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