Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 145

If I guessed wrong, I can take a day off, crawl around picking up money, and maybe chase away the angels along the way o(∩_∩)o...—）

[Text: Seventy-Five]

Back to work, no slacking off. As I walked back, a dense crowd blocked the middle of the road, pointing fingers at something.

I love joining in the fun. I thought, "Who knows, maybe a handsome man is waiting for me to rescue him." I eagerly squeezed in, only to be astonished by what I saw: "A ladyboy?"

It looks like him. Why is he running naked in the street? You can't become famous without sacrificing your body.

"A ladyboy!" Did his family go bankrupt and he can't afford clothes anymore?

"Ziyi?" He looked at me with equal surprise.

My surprise factor was higher than his.

It was me, and I was dressed normally. "Is it summer now?" People don't wear short sleeves in the summer.

"Is there nothing else to do at the Ministry of Revenue? Why are you wandering around?"

“You’re not as good as me. Look, everyone’s staring at you.” I pointed to the crowd. The transvestite was protecting himself, his face gloomy.

I quickly took off my coat and kindly draped it over his shoulders. "Was your coat too nice? Did someone steal it? Everyone says you shouldn't have jewels on your clothes, but you didn't listen, and now look what happened."

"Shut up, it has nothing to do with that." The transvestite wrapped his clothes tighter around me, as if afraid that someone would see his smooth skin.

I deliberately stepped forward to help him straighten his collar, my hand lingering on his neck, feeling so smooth, better than Chouqian's.

So tender! Tsk tsk! Tenderer than tofu. I wonder if it tastes the same inside and out. I touch it, then touch it again, and I want to touch it again.

"Will this ever end?!"

The ladyboy wasn't tall anymore. I reluctantly left the tofu shop: "Alright, almost done." After helping him tidy up, I tiptoed inside to see if I could get a visual advantage.

The transvestite cautiously protected himself, saying, "Stay away from me."

I took a step back: "What skincare products do you use?"

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense." He needed something to cover himself and wanted to move to a new base.

I followed behind him, asking curiously, "What's wrong?"

The transvestite quickened her pace and looked back.

"Started with passion and ended with abandonment? Or just drunken promiscuity?" Gossip, gossip! It'll give me material for my next magazine article.

"Let's go first."

"Okay, but you have to tell me why."

"Wordy."

Being verbose can make you a journalist.

The transvestite entered the hall and presented a letter to Jingyixuan. "Uncle Chen, bring a set of clothes to the side room."

"Yes, young master."

I jogged after him, saying, "No one's watching you anymore, you can talk now. Was it starting something and then abandoning me, or just drunken promiscuity?" I was very curious; an article titled "The Richest Man's Naked Run" would definitely be captivating.

"It's nothing."

"There must be some inside story, right? Like you found out you had sex with someone, or someone had sex with you, and later found out you didn't want to take responsibility, so they stole your clothes as punishment, or to keep as a souvenir?"

The ladyboy irritably took off my clothes and threw them at me, then picked up the clothes that had just been brought in and began to undress in front of me.

Shy! A gentleman is open and honest. I covered my eyes with my hands, only peeking through the cracks. Wow! Wow! Such great skin texture, a model indeed! Excellent bone structure. I'll use your body as a cover and see if women all over the country will fall in love with you.

I wiped my drool and mustered my courage to look down to my buttocks. Just as I was about to look, it was gone? What happened? "Hey, put it on again."

The ladyboy quickly stepped forward and pried my hands off my eyes: "Don't cover them anymore!"

"Let me show you how it's translated."

"Look, look all you want." The transvestite sat down angrily, smashing her teacup with a loud thud.

What's so great about wearing clothes? "Who upset you?" They've made you so angry you're practically scrambling to your side.

The transvestite took a sip of tea and nearly bit the teacup to pieces.

I asked cautiously, "Was it...?" Don't worry about it, it's only a matter of time.

"What do you mean?" the transvestite asked, her anger still simmering.

"Have you done 'that' with a girl?"

Which one?

He didn't seem to understand. "What about when you do 'that' with a boy? Are you the one who's doing it or the one who's doing it?"

"What do you want to ask?" he asked, clearly annoyed and embarrassed.

Was I not direct enough? Everyone should understand, right? Let me rephrase the question: "You had marital relations with someone else?"

"Shen Ziyi! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!" The transvestite slammed his cup, slandering me.

I touched my nose and took two steps back: "Just asking." It doesn't matter if I don't say anything.