What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Initially, black and white stockings were worn by men. Later, women discovered these attractive stockings, so women gradually started wearing all kinds of stockings."

Raising an eyebrow, Jiu Ge recited the instructions that had been printed in the DNA last night, her expression even more serious than An Chen's.

She had been staring at the magic stockings for so long yesterday that she knew every word on the description by heart.

Not only that, Jiuge even secretly poked her legs, which were covered in white stockings, while searching for related terms on her phone.

What surprised her even more and completely changed her perspective were the search results.

Jiuge's original intention was simply to investigate whether men really all have a special fondness for women wearing stockings, and on that basis, to expect a "bewitching" magical effect.

But the results of the search were all of men wearing beautiful, exquisite dresses, stockings, pretty makeup, and colorful wigs.

Moreover, the comments below were filled with countless praises.

What do you mean, "Wouldn't it be even better if it were a boy?"

"It's beautiful, oh, I'm dead."

"This is so beautiful."

"Adorable blue boy."

"I'm hooked, this looks amazing."

Although there are many obscure words that Jiuge doesn't understand, it's not hard to see that both men and women really like boys in good-looking costumes.

Furthermore, she discovered that there are actually many boys in the world who have a cross-dressing fetish.

Many people have their own little quirks.

"But no men wear them anymore. In today's society, if a man wears black stockings, he'll just be seen as a pervert."

An Chen was misled by Jiu Ge and completely forgot that he could use Jiu Ge's behavior of stuffing advertisements under his door like a flyer distributor to criticize him.

Although he was happy that Jiuge had such a broad perspective and wouldn't point fingers at strange and abnormal phenomena like many others, he didn't want to be misunderstood by the mystery right now.

“But everyone has their own secrets and quirks.” Jiu Ge looked puzzled, still not quite believing An Chen’s explanation.

The comments from netizens that I saw on the website yesterday are still fresh in my mind.

Some people even said that men are actually very perverted inside.

"I'm your girlfriend, I won't laugh at you." She tossed her hair and gave a confident smile.

Jiuge was confident that she could tolerate An Chen's minor, harmless quirks.

As long as it's not too outrageous or strange, she can take it all in with a calm and natural attitude.

If we were to put it even more outrageously, Jiuge thinks...

To paraphrase those comments—wouldn't it be better if An Chen were willing to dress as a woman and wear stockings?

Those pictures of "cross-dressing men" online are indeed very attractive.

Well, she's cuter and prettier than many girls!

Jiuge was very willing to dress An Chen up like that.

However, she was not willing to let others see An Chen like that.

“…” An Chen suddenly didn’t want to talk anymore.

He pulled Jiuge's hand over and put the stockings back in her hand.

An Chen looked at Jiu Ge, who had a surprised expression, with the same look one would give a mischievous child, and then ruffled Jiu Ge's hair.

Then, he yawned and went downstairs.

"Wait!" Jiu Ge tugged at An Chen's clothes.

"I wouldn't mind if you liked women's clothing," she said confidently, pouting.

An Chen turned around, patted Jiu Ge on the shoulder, and then gently shook his head.

For some reason, he also showed an expression similar to the unspeakable expression that Naitang had shown to Jiuge last night.

"But... wearing it will make me infatuated... don't you want it?" Jiu Ge's true intention was to make An Chen infatuated with her.

But the moment she put on the stockings yesterday, and because of the search results that followed, she suddenly had another epiphany.

Even just wearing stockings, the feel of them, the exquisite shape of their legs...

Jiuge even understood why An Chen liked to touch her legs.

Smooth legs are nice to touch, and legs in stockings are even smoother and more pleasant to touch.

She also started to really want to touch An Chen's legs and wanted to dress him up in all sorts of beautiful ways.

"Jiuge," An Chen called out.

"What's wrong?" Jiuge asked, puzzled.

She stopped her strange imaginings and looked at An Chen, whose eyes still held a certain indescribable feeling.

"Are you a pervert?" An Chen asked in an extremely serious tone.

"Snap."

The stockings in the nine singers' shoes fell to the ground.

Chapter 186 Suggests a Forced Kiss (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

Jiuge found breakfast utterly unappetizing.

The TV was still playing a special anniversary program commemorating Zhang Zhidong, but neither An Chen nor Jiu Ge looked up to watch it.

"So, can you send me that weird website you were looking at last night now?" An Chen tapped the empty bowl with his chopsticks and looked at Jiu Ge scrutinizingly.

Jiuge had a serious expression on her face, her hands hesitantly rummaging through her pockets.

For a long time, she didn't take her phone out of her pocket.

"Is it really such a perverted website?" An Chen was starting to waver.

Did Jiuge really see something so strange?

For a moment, he felt a pang of heartache.

It's all my fault for not revealing the network security and specific methods for filtering network information to Jiuge in advance, which is why such a strange situation has occurred.

Moreover, Jiuge doesn't even give her the phone right now.

"I...but...those pictures are really beautiful." Jiuge carefully raised her head.

She genuinely thought the photos were very well taken and the comments made a lot of sense, but An Chen questioned whether she was a pervert, which meant that An Chen couldn't condone that kind of thing.

If Jiuge really gives the phone to An Chen, her reputation as a pervert will be completely confirmed.

"What kind of picture is it?" Upon hearing this, An Chen's expression wavered even more.

"Yes, some good-looking boys," Jiu Ge replied honestly, her face serious.

"A handsome...boy?" An Chen's mind went blank.

He tilted his head and his gaze fell on Jiu Ge's right hand, which she was trying to conceal.

Several ominous possibilities loomed over An Chen's mind.

Seeing An Chen staring at her like that, Jiu Ge, who was still trying her best to keep a straight face and act natural, simply hid her phone under her skirt.

"Don't force me to take action," An Chen said quietly.

"What...what do you mean by 'hit'?" Jiuge's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

She glanced at her skirt and her face suddenly turned bright red.

“It’s the kind of physical violence you’re imagining,” An Chen said bluntly.

"You really want to touch my legs? Or rather, my butt?" Jiuge pouted and protested softly.

She could understand it if it was about legs; they felt comfortable to touch.

But my butt...

“…” An Chen was stunned.

Has his image in Jiu Ge's mind already become like this?

Although I have indeed been having some strange thoughts in my head lately...

But that's just wishful thinking.

"When I say 'take action,' I mean lifting you up, snatching your phone, and checking your search history." An Chen rubbed his temples and sighed.

"Check search history?" Jiuge was taken aback.

“But… I also need to check your phone’s search history.” She swallowed hard and said.

As some online sources say, keep an eye on your boyfriend's phone history; you might be surprised.

“I’m worried that you might be misled by strange information online, or see something bad.” An Chen got up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Jiu Ge.

“I can tell the difference,” Jiuge muttered as she took the tea.

Now when she searches for things, she only believes information that has a lot of clicks, is very popular, and has a lot of likes.

The information and pictures on those websites last night all received several thousand likes.

"If there's no problem, then let me take a look." An Chen was still unwilling to give up.

"Alright then... In exchange, you have to let me check your phone too..." Jiu Ge glanced at An Chen with a strange expression, then shrank back.

"Inspect me?" An Chen squinted, looking at Jiu Ge with great interest.

"Okay then." He handed over the phone without hesitation.

At the same time, An Chen revealed a playful smile.

Seeing how straightforward An Chen was, Jiu Ge felt embarrassed to be coy anymore.

"Let me make it clear first, I'm not a pervert." She shakily pulled her phone out from under her skirt.

With a look of resignation, Jiuge took a deep breath and handed over her phone.

“Mm.” An Chen nodded.