Chapter 52

At the moment, Miao Te felt ashamed.

Yes, very shameful.

As a youth—well, according to the laws of the Confederate nations of Earth, he was already an adult—In short, as an adult man, he was forced to do something he didn’t want to do.

It should be when he was dragged into the small room just now, stripped clean and was completely insulted. . .

“This looks good, you will wear this in the future.”

The blonde lady looked at the teenager who returned with a gleam showing in her eyes. She was probably very satisfied with what he looked like at the moment, since even her tone of voice was much lighter.

Miao Te: “. . .”

Can I refuse?

The boy who was dragged into the small room and stripped naked by the attendant was forced to put on clothing that made him feel extremely ashamed.

The loose-fitting off-the-shoulder clothes extend directly to the thighs, and the waist is fastened with a blue belt.

The style was a bit like the apparel of Ancient Greece on Earth. . . The hem was loosely scattered, and it looked like a short skirt.

The thighs were bare, cool, and so uncomfortable. . .

Even if one thinks of them as shorts. . . But he hasn’t worn shorts since he was ten! Although most of the little boys on the planet wore shorts, adults like him who still wore shorts would be laughed at by others!

. . . No, I can’t stand it!

Miao Te gritted his teeth and decided to express his reluctance.

“I don’t think this is suitable for me.”

He pointed to a male servant in a black bow tie and black suit uniform.

“I think I’m more suitable for this kind of—”

The beautiful lady leaned lazily on the soft bed, her snow-white arms propped her head, and waterfall-like blond hair slipped from her white and tender wrists and scattered on the downy bedding.

She raised her eyes, glanced at the teenager in front of her, and then curled her lips.

She said: “You are too short.”

One shot, one kill.

The young man was choked speechless and covered his chest, that had been hit by a hammer.

Indeed, that kind of tuxedo was to be worn by tall and stylish men to showcase their handsomeness, but is it really good for you to hit the nail on the head like this, Miss? The setting of a poison-tongued beauty has long been outdated and no one likes it—

“You really don’t like this? I think it looks much cuter than before.”

“No, please allow me to refuse.”

“Well, you don’t like it, then change it.”

The blonde lady said simply, snapping her fingers.

Soon, a maid came in with a new outfit, and Miao Te, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the clothes in the hand of the maid, and suddenly felt profound.

Before the maid could approach him, he turned his head with a decisive expression.

“I believe in Miss’s vision! Now this one suits me best!”

He said righteously.

“I didn’t force you, you chose it yourself~”

“Of course, I like this set now!”

Said the boy, with a firm expression on his face.

Even if the ancient Greek style was a bit like a short skirt, there were still shorts underneath – it’s better than wearing a dress with lace patterns everywhere!

Seeing the young boy’s unwilling eyes, but still trying to put on a firm expression on his face, the blonde lady couldn’t help laughing for a moment.

She reached out and squeezed the boy’s cheek.

The youth’s cheeks were soft, and the complexion was not as white as her fingers, but it was as delicate as a shelled egg. It felt so good to pinch it that she couldn’t help pinching it again.

Taking a closer look, the child was really cute.

The corners of the peach blossom eyes of the blonde lady were slightly raised and curved into a shallow arc.

Miao Te didn’t dare to move, letting her pinch his face, and his jet-black pupils were bright and watery, looking at her eagerly.

…

Strange, I don’t know why, but looking again, I want to pinch it once more and bully him.

After several more pinches, the fingers withdrew, and the blonde lady laid on the soft feather quilt. Her slender legs turned up while her white, bare feet swayed in the air.

Kneeling and sitting on the same soft bed, the teenager who was very close to her looked at the snow-white calf in front of him, his face a little hot.

He quickly turned his gaze away to set his eyes elsewhere.

When he turned his head, the cold metal touch on his neck became very clear. Miao Te raised his hand to touch the metal ring on his neck, and then looked at the other people in the room.

He found that whether it was a maid or a footman, everyone had the same metal ring around their neck.

. . . And, no matter what, the people present were all beautiful men and women, with extremely high face value.

“What the hell is this metal ring?”

He asked, pressing the metal ring, wondering if he could take it off.