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Kapitel 210

"What kind of behavior is this!" Zi Mo grabbed my collar menacingly and pulled me down, saying, "Get down here and see what kind of behavior you have."

He easily pulled me off the stage. I cried, but no one paid any attention to me: "Qianqing, help me!"

He glared at me and then stopped looking at me.

"Ugly Qian!" He didn't even bother to look at me.

Zi Mo pulled me along, and I dragged myself along the ground.

"Tell your mother to go back and teach you what a gentleman's behavior is!" Zi Mo said angrily, pulling at me.

Seeing that I couldn't shake him off, I had no choice but to grab onto the main entrance of Yanxiao Tower and shout inside, "You transvestite! You just wait!"

Zi Mo—with a whoosh—pulled me away completely.

As I left, I heard the transvestite's arrogant laughter...

Waaah—why is this happening? Shouldn't they react at least a little? I've got some hot girls ready to help me cool down.

Waaah—waaah—I'm so pitiful.

[Beauty's Smile: Chapter 84]

"Ah--!--Ah--!" Startling a flock of crows. Being cooped up in my own yard, solitary confinement—what bad luck! I'll raise my head and howl a couple more times, "Ah--! Ah--!"

"You're calling for a wolf! Come here!"

I lazily raised my head. "Did you call me?"

"Nonsense." I kicked and crawled forward: "What are you doing?"

"Change your clothes and come out with Mom."

Upon hearing this, I instantly sobered up, hugged her tightly, and kissed her passionately, saying, "Get out! Really?"

My mother pushed my head away and said, "It's true."

"Wait for me, I'm going to change my clothes."

My mother stopped me, saying, "No need, I'm ready."

She took out a pair of women's clothes from the bottom of her treasure chest: "Put them on."

"No." Don't wear it.

Mother, wearing her signature hypocritical face, said, "You can't go out without wearing it..."

"Fine, I won't go out then." I wasn't happy about it.

"There's a temple fair tonight, it would be a real shame to miss it," Mother said, adding a couple of appropriate sighs.

I tilted my head and looked at her: "Trying to seduce me? What are you up to?"

My mother stroked my hair, her voice full of loving tenderness: "Xiao Yi, it's been so long since we've seen your master. Shall we go and see him?"

"No good." Smiling at me won't help.

"You brat! You'd rather stay home than go out, don't you?"

"no."

"It's not about coming with me. If I'm in a good mood, I can give you a day off."

A holiday? A holiday means I can stay out late, go to the night market, and watch Nuya. "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

Okay, I'll wear it. It's just a piece of clothing, nothing special.

Just as I was about to make a move, my mother stopped me and said, "Come here, Mother. You're not allowed to move."

Okay, I'm very used to being served.

...

Three hours later, as I sat there, almost ready to see Old Zhou, my mother put down her brush, looked at the eyebrows from left to right, and said, "The eyebrows are a little off; let me draw them again later."

I'm speechless—

My mother helped me up: "Don't lie down, your clothes will get wrinkled."

I forced myself to stay alert.

Four hours later, Mom was still busy. I looked at her and asked, "Mom, are you done yet?"

"It'll be ready soon; just add a silk scarf."

I'm speechless—

"stand up!"

...

I'm a roly-poly toy—I've risen!

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