Chapter 291, Dance Skirt

"Wearing pants under a skirt is considered abnormal."

"I know... but, but, um... I don't think it's good for Zero. It's not good."

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an outlier. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the only one in the country. But even so, Zhuo still felt uncomfortable, stuttering and unable to speak. Then Ling asked for him.

"Is it because bare thighs are an eyesore?"

"No, I just feel like I shouldn't be so casual. I'm not saying you're casual... it's just that a lot of people will definitely get excited and stare at you, so I don't think it's good."

Although he had shown a normal attitude towards today's outing, Zhuo really didn't expect that Ling would suddenly remove his "defense" and plan to go out today.

The white thighs are too dazzling to look directly at.

“But you weren’t staring.”

"Why would I do that to a familiar friend? Don't look down on people."

"You clearly saw it when we first met."

"..." Zhuo was silent for a few seconds. He didn't know whether Ling was talking about the day she just transferred to the school, or the time in the corridor after physical education get out of class - anyway, he was staring at her both times.

But, but this is a different situation. Let me say something impolite - you won’t feel sorry for something that’s not yours.

Although Zero is not his own...

But caring is caring, even if it doesn't belong to him, Zhuo doesn't want it to be like this.

"That's why I said that. Besides, I won't do that anymore."

Zhuo frankly admitted his past behavior, although even now Zhuo sometimes stares at Ling, but fortunately Ling did not continue to point this out, Zhuo felt grateful enough to kneel down and thank him. However, he no longer had the evil thoughts he had before, because he knew that was very offensive.

"Don't you want to watch it now?"

"…It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

"Why pause?"

"will not!"

"I'm sorry I went too far."

"Okay, okay, now that you know, don't bring it up again. This topic is really embarrassing~"

Facing Ling's question about the sensitive topic of the opposite sex, "Don't you want to look at your thighs anymore?", Zhuo really felt embarrassed. Moreover, now, whether it was Ling's clothes or the snow-white exposed, he had no idea where to look.

Ling was very calm, or rather, she was always so calm, and continued to talk about the topic in her voice with almost no inflection.

"No."

"?"

"No, it was necessary for me. And it was only a dancing dress. I wore it twice, once when Moiseyev sent it to me, and once at a diplomatic gathering at the Bolshoi Theatre."

"Huh? Oh, oh."

Facing Ling's unabashed gaze and the tone of his statement as if he was telling about the past, Zhuo really didn't know how to react. Even if he was told about a diplomatic ball, Zhuo couldn't imagine what the scene would be like and he really couldn't get a word in.

And it was okay to try on the skirt, after all, even custom-made clothes need to be tried on; but when Zhuo heard Ling say that she had worn this skirt to a dance party, he suddenly felt a little sad in his heart - Zhuo knew that it was his possessiveness at work again. Now Zhuo also saw his own mentality clearly, and he was just feeling bad because "other people had seen Ling like this."

To be honest, this possessiveness is a bit morbid, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. Liking and loving are selfish in nature, and the important thing is to restrain yourself.

"I don't mean anything else, I just told you this."

"Oh, Moiseev..."

"A former Soviet dancer and screenwriter, he came here to plant flowers."

No wonder I always felt that this name was familiar, it turns out that he was a screenwriter of the Bolshoi Theatre, quite famous - I remember that the famous dance music "Red Silk Dance", "Waist Drum Dance" and "Fork in the Road" of the Flower Growers were all created by this person.

So he can make skirts? That's a bit beyond the scope.

"So that's how it is..." Zhuo didn't know what to say. In his heart, he was always bothered by the ball that Ling mentioned. Even though he knew it was a very normal thing in social situations, he still cared about it. He hesitated for a long time... and Ling had been looking at his face quietly... Zhuo spoke hesitantly and tentatively mentioned: "The Moscow ball, yes, what is it like?"

"It's a normal dance, men and women dancing together. Russia prefers ballet, so the dancing tends towards that."

"so……"

Zhuo stood in front of the sofa, lowering his head and looking around. He didn't know what the point of asking these questions was. Ling was not his relative, or in other words, he was not Ling's relative, so what would it matter if he asked these questions?

But now I know why this skirt looks like a princess dress but has such a short hem - it turns out it's ballet.

Ballet, ballet...

Zhuo stared aimlessly at the seams of the tatami on the ground. The messy thoughts in his mind could not be connected into a direct train of thought. In short, he was in a semi-daze. However, he was immediately called back by Ling's words. It was like a basin of clear water in a daze, and he suddenly became sober. No! It can be said that he was refreshed.

"I wasn't dancing with anyone, and I wasn't being touched."

Zhuo looked up suddenly. He didn't know whether he had said what he was thinking unconsciously again, or whether he was such a superficial man that Ling could easily see through his heart and he had nowhere to hide.

Zero continued speaking expressionlessly and matter-of-factly.

"Because I don't like other people touching me, and that person doesn't like it either. He is very possessive."

“...Ah, oh.” Zhuo was stunned for a moment before he realized that the person was referring to Lu Mingze.

Zhuo didn't understand why Ling said this, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was the right thing to do. Lu Mingze was undoubtedly the Dragon King, and the possessiveness of dragons was well known to the world - although he himself was not much better.

Zhuo could only force out a dry smile and say words that he himself did not understand.

"I understand, this is very normal. I will pay attention to this aspect in the future..." Zhuo did not intend to say anything bad about Lu Mingze, nor would he do so.

"That's not what I want to say." But Ling interrupted him forcefully. Although there was still no change in the tone of her voice, it gave Zhuo a strong feeling that could not be questioned or refuted. This was also the first time Zhuo felt this kind of momentum from Ling. It was like a sharp knife, and it cut into the topic the moment it fell. No one could resist her decision to interrupt, because her eyes were too firm, overwhelming everything with the momentum of a queen.

"That's not what I'm talking about."

For some reason, Ling repeated it again, and then said calmly: "I just want to tell you these things, and I don't want any hidden dangers to arise in the future. And like I said, these are all necessary for me, I need to confirm what I will do in the future. Please rest assured, I have got the answer, and this skirt is not intended to be worn out like this, and I also know what to do in the future."

“…Um, what do you mean?”

Zhuo could only understand half of Ling's words. He realized that Ling dressed like this just to amuse herself, so Zhuo sighed. Although he was very concerned about the second half of her words, and from what he heard, that part seemed to be more important. However, Ling had no intention of explaining, so Zhuo didn't force it.

In order to ease the awkwardness that made him fidget and not know where to put his hands, he looked straight into Zero's pair of deep blue eyes that were calmly observing him.

"…Does that mean it's okay to read what I say?"

"?" Ling blinked when he heard that.

It seemed that Zhuo's question was beyond Ling's expectations. She remained silent, then tilted her head slightly to the left and continued to look at him.

Zhuo did not stop, looking into her eyes and continued speaking.

"You deliberately showed me your thighs. It's okay not only to look at them but even to touch them, right?"

"I'll show you too—"

"Nothing at all?"

Zero was stunned.

It seemed that she was caught off guard by Zhuo's extremely strong interruption. She opened her eyes wide, slightly opened her mouth, and said nothing, as if she was in a daze.

"It's not like there's no connection at all..."

Seeing that Ling began to lower his eyes and his voice became a little softer, Zhuo sighed.

"Then don't let me see it. Don't do this kind of thing unless you really want him to see it."

"Put yourself in her shoes and imagine how she feels if the girl you like suddenly appears in front of you dressed in an unusual outfit." Thinking about these things that he dared not say out loud, Zhuo felt tired early in the morning.

At this time, Ling slowly raised his head and looked at him straight again.

"…What if I tell you that I just want you to see it like this?"

Although his voice was still toneless as before, what was unexpected this time was that Zero actually turned his face away in the middle of his words.

The side of her face turned slightly pink as she looked away, and she didn't know if she was seeing things.

This time, Zhuo was stunned.

"Anyway, this is just a test and I already know the results...I'm not going to go out dressed like this."

"Since you know about it, just go and solve it. This is really, too dangerous..."

The phrase "too dangerous" is really inappropriate for Zero. Even if an admirer from the reinforced company came with her, they wouldn't be able to force her - so the phrase "too dangerous" is actually just because Zhuo can't find any other excuse to justify his selfishness.

"Not for me?"

"…It fits, it fits perfectly! But please put on some more clothes as soon as possible!"

"Ah."

Ling understood that Zhuo's words just now were just spoken in a hurry. Although his words now did not sound like a compliment, she knew that some things did not need to be said. So she looked at Zhuo for the last time with a meaningful look and walked back to the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)