Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 25: Frail Body

Chapter 25: Frail Body

“Hey, hey, hey…” Song Qie panicked when he saw Lu Beihuai approaching and quickly waved his hands. “Wait a minute! We all have to go to school!”

Did he really have to play this game so early in the morning? What kind of interest was this?

"You promised me this yourself." Lu Beihuai grasped Song Qie's resisting hand and guided it to touch the lace edge of her skirt. “Are you lying to me?”

The lace felt a bit rough, sending a tingling sensation through his fingertips.

Song Qie immediately pulled his hand back, feeling as if he had been tricked.

Seeing the shift in Song Qie, Lu Beihuai’s expression darkened. “You’re rejecting me?”

Song Qie hesitated. Glancing at Lu Beihuai’s fierce look, he cautiously returned his hand to Lu Beihuai's and forced a smile. “No, I just think the lace is a little prickly.”

“Soft,” Lu Beihuai remarked dismissively.

He mused to himself that he didn’t earn enough money yet, which meant the skirts he could afford weren’t very high quality. With more money, he could buy better fabrics.

Song Qie was at a loss for words.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. If he didn’t leave soon, he would be late. He wondered how much Lu Beihuai wanted to torment him to be so insistent this early in the morning.

Suddenly, an idea struck him—coaxing would be the way to go!

“How about I roll it up and put it in your schoolbag?” he suggested, taking the skirt and rolling it up. It seemed like a clever plan; once it was tucked away, Lu Beihuai might forget about it during the busy school day.

The skirt was small, and even rolled up with the straps and lace, it wouldn’t be easily recognizable.

However, he didn’t realize that his words had struck a nerve. Lu Beihuai’s gaze turned icy as he watched Song Qie’s hands. It was unclear what thoughts ran through his mind, but his frown deepened, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“Are you planning to wear it to school?” he asked, his voice low and threatening.

Song Qie, rolling the skirt, pretended to be nonchalant. “...Well, there’s no time now.” The decision of whether to wear it could come later; for now, he needed to focus on getting to school.

“Do you want others to know you like wearing skirts?” Lu Beihuai's dark eyes narrowed.

Song Qie looked back at him, whispering, “No way! We’re doing this secretly; we can’t let anyone find out.”

Lu Beihuai's expression softened slightly, his lips pursed. The word “secretly” seemed to trigger something in him, and his frown eased a little. But just as quickly, the tension returned. “Don’t think that I’ll like you just because of this.”

Secretly?

Where could they possibly wear it? In the equipment room? But it was dirty there, and Lu Beihuai, being so delicate, definitely wouldn’t be happy in such a messy place.

But… there was a certain beauty in being dirty.

“I know, but you have to give me a chance, right?” Seeing Lu Beihuai’s expression, Song Qie realized that his tactic had worked. He smiled and added, “One day, you’ll like me.”

He figured he could leave when that day finally came.

The young man in a crisp white shirt looked up at him, his eyes round and bright like beautiful glass marbles, with the corners slightly upturned. When he smiled, his entire face radiated a kind of beauty that was disarming and sincere, making his words all the more believable.