The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

The philosophical question posed by Shakespeare in Hamlet, which has puzzled people for more than four centuries, has now been answered by Ye Shu.

destroy.

Immediately, right away.

He was now wearing an incredibly glamorous gown, looking utterly hopeless as he slowly slid down the wardrobe and sat on the floor.

With her skirt draped on the ground, she actually possessed a poignant beauty reminiscent of a fallen noblewoman.

His head was pressed against the cabinet door, his eyes staring blankly at the dark sky outside the window; he looked as if he had been dead for a while.

I'm tired. Let's destroy it, quickly.

Why is this happening?

Rewind ten minutes...

That was it. Although it was equally humiliating, and although his heart was roaring, Ye Shu was at least still alive. Under Zhi Qiu's coaxing and cajoling onslaught of "Come on, smile~" and "Little Shu is so cute~", he stiffly posed, letting the sound of the phone shutter shoot at his shame like a machine gun.

Although his life was overshadowed by the shadow of cross-dressing, it was at least still moving forward.

But life is always full of surprises... or shocks.

Just as Zhi Qiu was holding up her phone, trying to find a cuter angle, she suddenly froze.

It wasn't a normal pause, but rather a somewhat abrupt freeze.

The smile of triumph from the prank was still frozen on his face, but the light in his eyes instantly faded, leaving them somewhat empty.

The arm that was holding the phone drooped down, the phone fell onto the bed, and the person sat motionless on the edge of the bed with their head down.

"Sister Zhi Qiu?"

Ye Shu, who was still posing with a flushed face, panicked a little when he saw Zhi Qiu like this, and he called out again:

"Sister Zhi Qiu? What's wrong?"

There was no response. Zhi Qiu just sat there with her head down, her breathing seemed to have become lighter.

Ye Shu was scared. Although he usually seemed indifferent to everything, he was actually very sensitive about the health of those around him, to the point that it could be described as a shadow.

He forgot all about being shy and quickly walked over to Zhi Qiu, squatted down, and looked at her face.

Thankfully, her eyes were still open; she hadn't fainted. However, her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

Hmm... why does this look so familiar?

He suddenly remembered that back in his hometown, Xiao Nuan had indeed switched personalities in front of him.

Could it be... a change of personnel? So suddenly?

Ye Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it was just a change of personnel... Thank goodness my foot!

His heart, which had just relaxed, jumped into his throat again. He admitted he panicked; he was still wearing a skirt! Anyone who saw him would think he was a pervert!

He frantically tried to take off the cumbersome dress, but the dress he was wearing was very complicated. It had taken Zhi Qiu a lot of effort to put it on, with buttons and straps. He had no idea where to start, and the more anxious he became, the more confused he got. He was also afraid of ruining the dress.

"This damn thing! How can it be so hard to get off!"

He was sweating profusely, cursing through gritted teeth as he reached back to grab the zipper on his back.

Just as he was struggling with his skirt, sweating profusely, Zhi Qiu, who was on the edge of the bed, moved.

First, her eyelashes trembled slightly, then she blinked slowly. Next, she raised a hand to her forehead, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and mumbled something as if she had just woken up, her voice and tone completely different from Sister Zhi Qiu's earlier.

"Ugh... Seriously, it always feels this bad, my head is so heavy..."

She shook her head, rubbing her temples, and looked up somewhat blankly, beginning to survey her surroundings.

Her gaze first swept over the bedroom furnishings, then shifted to the center of the room, where Ye Shu stood in an extremely artistic pose, his hands gripping the fabric behind him, looking like he wanted to die.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Ye Shu remained frozen in place, her hand still reaching for the zipper, her expression complex, if you would say. But the central thought was simple: she wanted to die.

The person who had just switched over was completely stunned.

She blinked, then blinked again... as if wondering if she was dreaming, so she blinked again.

silence.

A silence that has lasted for centuries.

Neither of them spoke or moved.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either.

The main theme is perseverance, to see who is defeated by this bizarre reality first.

A while later.

Maybe it's only a few seconds, maybe it's as long as another world.

During this "123 Freeze" contest, Ye Shu finally couldn't hold back any longer; he was going to go crazy if things continued like this.

He swallowed hard, feeling as if he'd swallowed a mouthful of sandpaper, which stung his throat. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Um... Xia... Xia Qing, please... please let me explain, it's not what you think! It's all... it's all because of Zhi Qiu, she insisted... I was forced into this! I..."

"Shut up."

Two emotionless words, like two small ice cubes, came crashing down on me.

The shock on Xia Qing's face had disappeared. Now, her face was expressionless, without disgust, curiosity, or the smile that Zhi Qiu had. There was only calmness.

She didn't look at Ye Shu a second time, nor did she make any comment on the scene before her.

She simply stood up from the edge of the bed, then turned and quickly left Ye Shu's bedroom without hesitation.

With a soft click of the door lock, Ye Shu and his gorgeous little dress were nailed to the pillar of shame in the society.

Ye Shu was left alone in the bedroom. He stood there, his mind replaying Xia Qing's cold gaze and her emotionless "Shut up" before she left.

She wasn't angry, didn't question me, and didn't even want to look at me again.

It’s over.

This is truly, utterly, and completely the end.

What is she thinking?

abnormal?

Does he/she have mental problems?

Do you have any secret, unusual fetishes?

"call……"

Ye Shu finally let out a long breath, filled with despair, after holding it in for so long.

He felt completely drained and stopped touching the zipper. He slid down the wardrobe and sat on the floor like a lump of mud.

Ye Shu, wearing a skirt, leaned against the wardrobe, slumped on the ground with a lifeless expression, staring blankly ahead, leaving behind only a shell called "social death".

He slowly turned his head to look out the window. The boundless night had fallen, and the indoor lights were reflected in the window.

It's all Sister Zhi Qiu's fault!

No, it's all my fault!

How could I... how could I have had such a moment of madness and actually put it on! What happened to my promise to die rather than submit?! Ye Shu, Ye Shu, where's your backbone?! Where's your bottom line?! Was it all just paper?!

He started to let his mind wander, and while looking out the window, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

I don't know if my elbow was harder or the concrete was harder when I jumped out of the window and elbowed the ground.