Chapter 37: This Is a Waste, This Is a Crime

  "Mini skirt?" Qiao Xier became alert, staring at Zhang Yang angrily, and asked, "Why are you asking that?"

  "Just answer me, yes or no." Zhang Yang looked at Qiao Xier and said seriously, "This is important, important enough to determine whether I can successfully obtain the inhibitory gene."

  "How is that possible?" Qiao Xier shook her head like a rattle drum. No matter what, she wouldn’t believe that whether she had a mini skirt had anything to do with his inhibitory gene. This guy was obviously a pervert, a mini skirt and leg fetishist.

  Zhang Yang looked into her eyes, looking very focused. Qiao Xier’s eyes were bright and dark, her emotions clear in them. At this moment, they were undoubtedly full of question marks—something’s off with you, dude.

  "I promise you, it’s true!" After looking at her for a while, Zhang Yang spoke with an extremely serious tone.

  Qiao Xier was obviously a bit dazed by his stare. Zhang Yang didn’t seem to be lying. She hesitated a little, flustered, and asked with some doubt, "Really related?"

  "Really! Couldn’t be truer, truer than pure gold."

  "If you’re lying to me… fine, I… I have one." The beautiful Qiao Xier said shyly, and then noticed her tone carried a trace of embarrassment, quickly adding, "But I only wore it once, it’s too short."

  "Then, can you put it on?"

  "What?" Qiao Xier froze. She clearly hadn’t heard him right, or maybe she did but needed to confirm—did this beast really say that? Getting greedy, huh.

  Zhang Yang glanced at her legs wrapped in tight jeans. Even through the fabric, it was obvious they were long, well-proportioned, and fair to perfection. If she put on a mini skirt, it would undoubtedly be a feast for perverts, especially leg lovers.

  "Put on the mini skirt." Zhang Yang pointed at her long legs, swallowed hard, and confirmed again, "You’re wrapping them up too tightly. It’s a waste."

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  "You want me to put on a mini skirt?" Qiao Xier’s eyes widened as she glared at Zhang Yang. Her arched brows stood up, her breathing grew heavy, and her ample chest rose rapidly. It looked like a volcano was about to erupt.

  Zhang Yang quickly stepped back two paces, making sure he was out of the danger zone, then nodded lightly, "Yeah, isn’t there an old saying? Don’t hide good things away. That’s a waste, that’s a crime!"

  "A crime? This is your so-called great method to help you find the inhibitory gene?" Qiao Xier clenched her fists, her beautiful eyes rounding as she slowly moved closer to Zhang Yang’s face and shook her fist. "If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll end you today."

  "Stop, STop." Zhang Yang raised his hand to block her fist, looking helpless. "Senior, at this point, I might as well be honest with you."

  "Talk, hurry up!" Qiao Xier rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair arms, smooth and flawless. Damn, this girl’s skin was really good.

  "I have a weird quirk." Zhang Yang hesitated, carefully choosing his tone, eyes dodging slightly as he tried to look embarrassed. Then he leaned close to Qiao Xier’s ear and whispered, "Whenever I run into a tough problem, I need some kind of stimulation to activate my brain nerves. For example, a beauty’s white thighs—the more perfect they are, the more excited I get. That way, I can fully maximize my brain’s functions… Hey, don’t hit my face! I swear, it’s true! And don’t tell anyone, okay? This is our little secret."

  "Pah, pervert, creep! I don’t believe you." Qiao Xier spat, "If that’s the case, why don’t you let your Lulu stimulate you? She could even throw in the full package."

  "My Lulu? I wish. But don’t be fooled by how she dresses—she’s actually very conservative. I’m not afraid to tell you, even though she dresses up all fancy, she’s still a proper virgin." Zhang Yang said aggrievedly, though in his heart he thought, yeah right, only I get to see my Lulu, why should others benefit?

  "A virgin? Hahahaha!" Qiao Xier bent over laughing, almost crying from laughter. After a while, she looked at Zhang Yang with sympathy. "Seriously? You’re such a loser."

  "Yeah, she said she’s saving it for her wedding night." Zhang Yang sighed, "You know me, I’ve never been one to force others."

  "Pah, not forcing others? So I’m not human then?" Qiao Xier glared at him with dissatisfaction, but Zhang Yang could tell that she was starting to waver.

  This was the perfect chance to push forward. Zhang Yang leaned in, trying to tempt her, "Of course you’re human, Senior—and a gorgeous one at that. Otherwise, why would I come to you, huh? Really, if you help me this time, I’ll be forever grateful. In my next life, I’ll be your servant."

  "Stop!" Qiao Xier’s fists loosened into a palm as she pressed it against Zhang Yang’s cheek to stop him from coming closer. She seemed to still be struggling internally. After a moment, her beautiful eyes stared straight at him, making him feel a little uneasy. Then she bit her lip lightly and asked softly, "Aren’t you afraid Lulu will find out?"

  "Why would I be afraid of Lulu knowing… oh… right, I’ll explain it to her." Zhang Yang put on a determined expression. "It’s for work after all! She’ll understand."

  Qiao Xier glanced at him, still hesitant. After a pause, she asked again, "Will it really help you?"

  "Really!"

  Qiao Xier looked down at her legs, walked a few steps hesitantly, and finally nodded as if making a big decision. "Fine, I’ll trust you this once."

  "But if I find out you’re lying, I’ll beat you until your parents won’t even recognize you."

  "Don’t worry, I swear on Lulu’s name."

  "Pah!" Qiao Xier glared at Zhang Yang fiercely. "You expect me to believe you haven’t seen Lulu’s?"

  "Seen what?" Zhang Yang looked back at her innocently.

  "You know what." The beautiful Qiao Xier stomped forward in her canvas shoes. "Don’t think I don’t know—you’ve lived together for so long. You’re no monk, even monks sneak around."

  "I really haven’t." Zhang Yang quickly followed her, feeling like the plan was working. "Senior, one more thing—do you have stockings?"

  "I’ll kill you!"