Crossdress Ch73part2

 

Luckily, another figure came in just then. Seeing the scene, he wasn’t afraid at all, he rushed forward, spreading his arms to shield Lin Xingxian like a mother hen protecting her chick.

 

Xu Yan’s face was solemn: “What are you doing?”

 

Lin Xingxian instantly saw him as a savior, clutching Xu Yan’s waist from behind and glaring at Wen Sinian while loudly accusing: “Perfect timing! Your husband’s gone crazy! He’s about to hit me, what kind of mad dog breaks off its chain like this?!”

 

Wen Sinian’s gaze fell on the hand around Xu Yan’s waist. Without another word, he stepped forward and pulled Xu Yan firmly into his own arms.

 

Lin Xingxian refused to let go, but against Wen Sinian he didn’t stand a chance. With a light press on his shoulder, he fell back onto the sofa with a thump.

 

Xu Yan was already clasped tightly to Wen Sinian’s chest. Those powerful arms encircled his slim waist, one large hand gripping his side, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to squeeze slowly.

 

Xu Yan gave a soft gasp, glancing back at Lin Xingxian, only to see him already on his feet again.

 

“What’s wrong with you? I haven’t even seen you two for a while, I didn’t provoke you!”

 

Wen Sinian ignored him. Lin Xingxian’s temper flared, and after cursing a few times, he stormed out.

 

Xu Yan quickly patted Wen Sinian’s arm, asking him to let go so he could chase after.

 

Lin Xingxian walked fast, all the way outside to his car. Han Yu was already in the driver’s seat. Just as they were about to leave, Xu Yan tapped on the passenger window.

 

“Senior Lin, don’t be mad, okay?”

 

“I’m used to his temper,” Lin Xingxian replied. “If I really got mad at him, we’d have broken ties eight hundred times already. I’ll just wait until he cools down and sneak back later. But honestly, what did I do to set him off?”

 

Xu Yan hesitated, then whispered: “I think it’s because one of your messages to him got accidentally seen by me before. Then we fought about it.”

 

Lin Xingxian perked up, eyes gleaming: “You two fought? You mean you and Wen Sinian quarreled? That’s impressive. He usually doesn’t bother arguing, he’d rather fight than waste words. Which message was it? We haven’t messaged on WeChat in ages.”

 

Xu Yan’s gaze was clear: “It was something he was hiding from me. And you knew about it too.”

 

Lin Xingxian was utterly dumbfounded.

 

No wonder Wen Sinian had chased all the way to Wuzhen. He really had caused a big mess.

 

He quickly admitted fault, promising to change. That very night, he treated Xu Yan and Wen Sinian to a big meal as an apology.

 

It had been good intentions gone wrong. The fact that Wen Sinian hadn’t beaten him up showed he really did see him as a brother. But during the meal, the couple’s atmosphere seemed even better than before, after one fight, their relationship actually looked stronger.

 

He couldn’t help but feel a bit smug, wasn’t that thanks to him?

 

Yet Wen Sinian, ungrateful as he was, still dared treat him this way, simply outrageous.

 

After dinner, the four of them walked out of the restaurant. Lin Xingxian said something to Xu Yan, making them both laugh brightly together.

 

On the way home, Xu Yan couldn’t help asking: “When you were little, did a dog bite you?”

 

“Lin Xingxian told you that?”

 

“He said you were chased and bitten by a dog, and that’s why you’re so fierce now.” Xu Yan smiled. “He even told me to check if you still had bite marks. Is that true?”

 

“It’s true.”

 

“Then do you still have scars? How come I’ve never seen them?”

 

Wen Sinian raised a brow at him. “Want to see?”

 

Xu Yan nodded, eyes sparkling with curiosity: “Where are they?”

 

Wen Sinian pressed down on the accelerator: “I’ll show you when we get home.”

 

***

 

Xu Yan couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes were wet with tears, his lips swollen and raw.

 

As soon as they got home, Wen Sinian had examined him from head to toe, but found no trace of dog bites, only the countless marks he had left on Xu Yan’s body, like a dog himself.

 

Lin Xingxian messaged Wen Sinian, asking if he could move back into the studio, but received no reply.

 

Half-asleep, Xu Yan was lifted from the bed, thinking it was finally over, only to realize Wen Sinian was carrying him into the hidden dressing room at the back of the house.

 

Since the room was no longer a secret, there was no reason to waste the dresses and accessories inside.

 

Wen Sinian had imagined Xu Yan here countless times, had personally bought every dress and hung them in the wardrobe himself. He had longed for the day he could bring Xu Yan in here and dress him in each one.

 

That day had come.

 

Wen Sinian placed the trembling Xu Yan on the sunken sofa in the center of the room, kissing his sweat-dampened cheek and letting him catch his breath.

 

He walked to the wardrobe, selecting a pure white gardenia-like sundress and a set of black lace lingerie with a leg cuff. Returning to the sofa, he lifted Xu Yan’s limp body, positioning him to sit facing away, straddling his lap.

 

Xu Yan’s eyes were half-open, mewling like a kitten as his slender ankles were grasped. The dress was pulled up his pale legs, the smooth fabric gliding over the mottled marks on his skin before settling at his waist. Wen Sinian carefully dressed him in the lace lingerie and adjusted the dress.

 

He turned Xu Yan to face him, shifting their position, his hands gripping Xu Yan’s narrow waist as he slowly lowered him.

 

Xu Yan’s eyes instantly welled with tears, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

 

Wen Sinian leaned back against the sofa, his gaze tracing every inch of Xu Yan’s body.

 

His delicate, exquisite face was flushed, his unfocused eyes brimming with tears, his nose red, his lips parting softly with each ragged breath.

 

The pristine white dress made him look like a blooming gardenia, pure and sacred. Yet the black lace beneath hinted at something seductive, lifting his flat chest in a way that blurred all lines of gender.

 

Wen Sinian was momentarily stunned, his eyes darkening dangerously as he stared at Xu Yan for a long time. Then, with a sudden movement, he bounced his leg.

 

Xu Yan whimpered, a thread of saliva escaping his swollen lips.

 

Wen Sinian pulled him close, pinching his sharp little chin, and with unparalleled satisfaction, he slowly devoured, kissed, and licked away the glistening trail, unwilling to let go.

 

He admired the person in his arms as if he were the greatest masterpiece in the world.

 

He loved dressing Xu Yan in the most beautiful way. If he could, he would want Xu Yan to always wear dresses for him, legs always bare, so beautiful, so pure, yet so tempting.

 

And he was his, and his alone.

 

Xu Yan woke hazily, his legs itching. He looked down, kicking weakly in protest, but was held firmly in place.

 

He had no sense of time in this windowless room.

 

All he knew was that Wen Sinian’s condition seemed to have worsened again.

 

In a daze, he felt someone slip beneath his skirt.

 

***

 

Xu Yan sobbed, and Wen Sinian finally leaned in to kiss him, pressing a ribbon into his hand.

 

Xu Yan blinked through his tears, it was the white butterfly leg cuff.

 

Wen Sinian guided his limp hand, whispering, “Put it on me.”

 

Xu Yan hadn’t realized the leg cuff could be worn elsewhere. It barely fit twice around.

 

He hesitated, pulling his hand back to cover his eyes. “Who, who told you to… steal my leg cuff…”

 

Wen Sinian kissed him. “I found it outside. When you weren’t here, I had to make do with this. It’s already covered in our scent.”

 

Xu Yan was rendered speechless by his shamelessness. “You, ! You bought it for me! You stole it from me… You lied to me, you jerk…”

 

Wen Sinian gently caressed his cheek, amused by his adorable scolding.

 

After a long while, Xu Yan was on the verge of falling asleep again when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

 

Looking down, he saw the butterfly leg cuff had been returned to him, but not on his leg.

 

He resisted. “No… I don’t want… it’ll get dirty… you can’t wear it there…”

 

Wen Sinian abruptly fastened it, causing tears to spill from Xu Yan’s eyes. But he was no match for Wen Sinian’s strength; his hands were pinned above his head.

 

Wen Sinian kissed his lips. “Returning it to its rightful owner.”

 

Then, teasingly, he pressed, “What do you say?”

 

Xu Yan’s tears blurred his vision. Desperate to be released, he sobbed, “H-husband…”

 

Wen Sinian rewarded him but continued, “Husband what?”

 

Xu Yan was on the brink of collapse, his reactions sluggish. He thought for a moment. “Thank you…”

 

Wen Sinian rewarded him again. “Say it all together.”

 

Xu Yan’s rationality crumbled. Between sobs, he stuttered, “Th-thank you… husband… sniff…”

 

Wen Sinian kissed away his tears. “Thank your husband for what?”

 

“…”

 

“Speak.”

 

“For… returning my leg cuff…”

 

Wen Sinian chuckled. “You’re welcome, baby.”

 

***

 

By 7 p.m., there was still no sign of Xu Yan or Wen Sinian. No one even knew if they were home.

The housekeeper had prepared dinner, and Grandma said to wait a little longer. But when no one appeared, she slowly made her way up the stairs, leaning on the railing.

She knocked on Xu Yan’s door, no answer. Then she knocked on Wen Sinian’s master bedroom door, still no response.

Grandma muttered to herself, “Where are these two kids? Why aren’t they home yet?”

Just as she turned to head back down, she heard movement from the slightly ajar door of the master bedroom. Wen Sinian stood half-hidden in the darkness inside, so still she almost didn’t notice him.

Grandma jumped, clutching her chest to calm herself.

‘That boy, always sneaking around like a ghost.’

“Sinian,” she said, “so you are home. Have you seen Yanyan? Come downstairs and eat.”

Wen Sinian replied softly, “You go ahead and eat, Grandma. I still have some things to finish. Yanyan said he has a school project due soon, so he’s probably studying.”

Grandma sighed. “Alright, but you two come down as soon as you’re done. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Grandma slowly made her way back down the stairs.

Wen Sinian watched her leave before closing the door and returning to the hidden dressing room.

In the short time he’d been gone, the person on the sofa had already curled up and fallen asleep, the skirt hiked up to their stomach, limbs sprawled in every direction, completely unaware of the danger.

The white butterfly bow was still neatly tied. Wen Sinian leaned down to kiss it, gently closing Xu Yan’s legs before lifting him into a bridal carry and taking him into the bathroom.

The sleeping figure was so docile. Though the white dress was torn and barely hanging on, Wen Sinian couldn’t bear to take it off.

He kept the dress on, cradling Xu Yan in his arms as he stepped into the large bathtub.

The wet fabric clung even tighter, the thin layer clinging to Xu Yan’s fair skin, now almost transparent.

Wen Sinian held him close, his hands moving from head to toe, then back again.

The flames he had barely suppressed began to stir inside him once more.

His bulging, veined arms tightened around Xu Yan, the stark contrast between his muscular frame and Xu Yan’s delicate skin undeniable. Wen Sinian could envelop him entirely, effortlessly lifting him with one arm, pressing just enough to coax soft whimpers from his lips.

He shouldn’t be doing this to someone asleep.

The water rippled gently.