Saving Wang

Chapter 8-A Mature-Looking Girl VS an Effeminate Man

"Atishoo!" Wang Weixi, who was mopping the floor, suddenly sneezed. He seemed to think of something, but he immediately forgot what it was about.

He raised his head to look at the clock on the wall. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, but Chen Kexin had not returned, so Wan Weixin unhappily kept doing the housework. Thinking that Chen Kexin would stay alone at home after a five-day vacation, he was worried about it.

After cleaning up the house, Wang Weixi sat on the sofa as he did yesterday. He lit a cigarette and unfolded his laptop, and visited his favorite website for some famous interior design work.

Time passed by. The sudden rings at the doorbell made Wang Weixi fold his laptop delightedly. He thought it would be his wife, so he swiftly dashed toward the door. Opening it, he spoke in an intimate tone. "Honey, you eventually come back."

... Seeing Yi Duanfang who wore a disdainful look, Wang Weixi, who had intended to give his wife a big hug, withdrew his hands.

"Why are you here?" Wang Weixi asked in surprise. Actually, some disappointment was revealed in his eyes. Yi Duanfang placed one of his arms on the doorframe while putting the other hand on his waist and showing his lethal flawless arrogant smile. He was staring at the disappointed Wang Weixi derisively.

Wang Weixi idly turned around and drew toward the sofa. Yi Duanfang discontentedly coughed, but Wang Weixi had sat on the sofa.

"Ahem... ahem!" Yi Duanfang tried his best to cough violently.

Wang Weixi ignored it with his eyes closed.

Yi Duanfang angrily beat on the door and kept "coughing". Surprisingly, the neighbour who lived opposite opened the door and shouted toward Yi Duanfang. "It's still daytime. Why not go to hospital, but stand there, fucking coughing?"

Yi Duanfang heard the door slam before he could see who scolded him. Shocked, he opened his mouth and stared at the closed door behind his back. Hearing Wang Weixi's laughter, Yi Duanfang turned his head indignantly. His face had twisted.

Stepping in his male heels, Yi Duanfang slammed the door as the neighbour did. He was about to say something but heard a tigerish roar. "Why did you close the door so violently? Your head stuck?"

Bang!

...

Seeing Yi Duanfang standing there in a fury, Wang Weixi tried to choke back his laughter but he failed.

Yi Duanfang exhaled deeply and angrily came to his friend. His fair cheek was red with rage. "Hey, laugh if you want to. Don't restrain yourself from doing this. Hump!"

Wang Weixi burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, why did you keep hitting the door just now? No wonder he treated you like a psycho!"

Hearing this, Yi Duanfang furrowed his eyebrows and reproached his friend. "Wang Weixi, you have balls. You value sex over friendship. Now you have a wife, so you treat me, your 20 years' brother, like a clown? Mm-hmm, you... I curse you to have an unhappy married life!"

Yi Duanfang behaved like a shrew. Wang Weixi shook his head, sighing, "Yi Duanfang, can you behave normally like a man? Tut... Look at you, what are you wearing? Long black sweater and red pants. Look, you still wear heels. I hate to say you, but if you keep going like this, when can you find a wife?"

Yi Duanfang lowered his head to see his clothes and said with a chuckle, "Don't you think that this style is really fit for me? You have a bad taste." Then he stroked his hair in coquetry.

Wang Weixi rolled his eyes in disgust. It seemed that no one could prevent Yi Duanfang's career from being an effeminate man.

Yi Duanfang sat by Wang Weixi's side, saying, "I'm your guest. Don't you offer me a glass of water?" At this point, the door was opened.