It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

If a beautiful young woman looks up at you with a pitiful and coquettish expression, hoping you'll agree to cut her knife, most men will grant this trivial request and smile as they take out their phones to download a certain subsidy app worth billions.

Of course, the above situation requires three prerequisites.

1. She was holding a trendy cell phone, not a shiny dagger.

2. "Cut a knife" refers to the app, not to cutting a knife at the physical level.

3. She really is a young girl.

As Phillips perfectly violates the three premises, she has neither a cell phone, nor an app to cut corners, nor is she a girl.

Li Cheng rejected the other party's request without hesitation: "It's not good at all!"

With a roar, the muscles in his forearm suddenly contracted, and the explosive force allowed Li Cheng to successfully snatch the dagger from Phillips's hand. To prevent it from being taken back, he threw the dagger forcefully toward the open window.

"don't want......"

Phillips covered his face in vain, on the verge of tears, as if what was thrown out of the window was not a murder weapon capable of killing, but an epic keepsake such as 'his mother's only keepsake,' 'a ring given by a lover far away,' or 'a warm pang.'

Li Cheng showed no pity at the sight. He clapped his hands, stood up from the slightly warm floor, and took a deep breath.

Even now, he still couldn't quite figure out Phillips' true purpose in taking out the dagger earlier. He wasn't sure whether this cross-dressing man was just joking or really intended to do something with the dagger.

However, the gleaming dagger stirred up some unpleasant memories for Li Cheng, causing his heart to pound wildly until it was finally thrown into the courtyard, at which point it finally calmed down.

"Can we have a proper talk now?" Li Cheng asked, having calmed down.

"I have nothing more to say to the designer."

Phillips stopped covering his face and turned his head to the side, looking annoyed.

Incidentally, she is currently kneeling on the ground in a duck-like position with her thighs together and her lower legs spread apart, a technique that is said to be mastered only by women due to their different physiological structures.

“…”

Li Cheng's face twitched, unsure how to react.

Although it seems cute at first glance, when he thinks of the other party's 533mm torpedo hidden beneath the dark surface of the water, a torpedo that no woman except for certain anime waifus should possess, a twisted and strange feeling arises in his heart. This is what is meant by physiological discomfort.

What's wrong with this world? Even cross-dressers are cuter than real women.

Li Cheng silently complained to himself.

Although he didn't know who this cross-dressing man was, he did have a weak foothold in Paris. If he accidentally offended some nobleman (who was so perverted that he probably really was), and they deliberately caused trouble, it would be extremely detrimental to his future plans.

Thinking of this, Li Cheng felt a pang of sadness.

No wonder it's said that men with families and children are the most vulnerable in the workplace. They can't just act impulsively and walk away. It makes me realize that condoms are truly the greatest invention of mankind, saving countless lives.

With a sigh, Li Cheng began to ponder how to handle this unexpected situation.

The easiest way is to pretend you know nothing.

After calming down, he clearly realized that Phillips pulling out the dagger earlier was probably just a momentary impulse, and he didn't really intend to kill him. If he really intended to make him disappear, compared to such a sneaky tactic as hiding a dagger under his skirt, the best option would be to pretend nothing happened and then send a dozen or so men in black to sneak in at night.

But... it's a bit of a loss to end it like this.

Although Phillips in front of me is a cross-dressing pervert, she is still a native of Paris and should have some influence and connections. Could I take this opportunity to do something to get her help?

As the saying goes, opportunity favors the prepared mind.

Li Cheng's mind raced. After briefly considering what Phillips would care about and what he could offer, an idea quickly came to mind.

that's it!

After making up his mind, Li Cheng suddenly changed his attitude and said in a condescending tone, "You really make me laugh, Phillips."

?

“Aorunji Men’s, I don’t understand what you’re laughing at.”

Faced with this mockery, Phillips' muscles tensed up, then she gave a somewhat fake smile, showing no sign of anger, although the way she addressed him subtly revealed her bad mood.

Before she knew it, her address to Li Cheng had been downgraded from "Master" to "Mr. Designer," and now it had been downgraded again to "Aorunji Man."

"Hehehe, I'm laughing at you, Phillips."

Li Cheng raised his chin 3cm, looking down at her with an air of superiority, and said inscrutably, "Just a mere cross-dresser, do you think you're anything special?"

"......femboy?"

Phillips' ears twitched, seemingly somewhat interested in the word.

"伪" means to pretend or disguise, and "娘" means woman. Using the term "伪娘" to describe this character is indeed extremely apt, simple, clear, and vivid. The person who invented this term is truly talented.

"Don't you understand?"

Li Cheng seemed to have thought of something and nodded slightly: "Sorry, I forgot that you, a Parisian bumpkin, wouldn't understand this word—simply put, it's a description from the Far East, specifically used to describe a group of men who, through various means, disguise themselves as women indistinguishable to outsiders."

Being described as a country bumpkin was a first for Phillips, but she didn't seem to care at all; instead, she seemed more interested in the second half of the story.

“How could a man possibly disguise himself as a woman without being recognized? Mr. Designer, you’re quite humorous,” Phillips replied.

“Aren’t you a living example?” Li Cheng retorted.

“Comparing girls to men will hurt their feelings,” Phillips said, neither confirming nor denying.

"It seems that words alone are not enough to convince you."

Li Cheng smirked: "How about this, I'll show you a portrait I created for a cross-dresser, and maybe you'll understand."

As he spoke, he strolled to the desk, and after taking down several books that were on top of it, he took out a portrait and showed it to Phillips.

On the canvas is a girl with long golden hair and deep blue eyes. She is wearing a simple white shirt on her upper body and a blue skirt that just reveals her knees on her lower body. She is lying lazily on the bed with her legs comfortably bent at a 45-degree angle and naturally slightly apart.

Most importantly, the girl seemed to have noticed the artist's perspective. She frowned in displeasure and stretched out her two small hands, overlapping them on the bed sheet between her legs, to protect the spring scenery that might be glimpsed.

That's right, this is the erotic picture that Li Cheng secretly drew before.

The erotic illustration is based on Newton, combined with the powerful imagination and superb drawing skills of modern people, as well as their familiarity with Newton's body... In the absence of a model, Li Cheng has created this erotic illustration of Newton dressed in a modern 21st-century short skirt, and slightly increased her height and arm length, turning her from a loli into a teenage girl.

By the way, he didn't add a bra size, mainly because he really didn't have much hope for it; being a little taller seemed more reliable.

'Such a vivid painting could not possibly be based entirely on imagination; the artist must have had a real model as a reference.'

Phillips examined the drawing for a moment before making this judgment.

However, although the erotic pictures are very realistic, the problem is that... Li Cheng's mental model is Newton, and what he draws is a teenage version of Newton, not a real crossdresser at all.

After waiting a moment, Li Cheng asked, "Did you see it clearly?"

"It's crystal clear."

Phillips, his smile growing even brighter, questioned, "But Mr. Orenki, isn't this a young girl?"

Faced with Li Cheng's despicable act of drawing a woman and insisting it was a man, she said, "You are insulting my intelligence."

Li Cheng, however, was not intimidated at all. He pointed to Phillips' flat chest and asked a question that went straight to the heart: "Miss Phillips, have you ever seen such a poor girl besides yourself?"

Chapter 269 To Hug or Not to Hug

What he said made so much sense, I couldn't refute it...

Phillips lowered his head, looking down at his flat, undeveloped chest, and couldn't help but silently agree with Li Cheng's question—if a girl is really this poor, she will most likely starve her child to death if she gives birth in the future.

But after agreeing inwardly, she scratched her face with her index finger in distress and said, "There are many things I haven't seen. Who knows, there might be such an impoverished girl in some corner of the world."

"Hehehe, that's true."

Li Cheng knew that one piece of evidence was not enough. He first agreed with Phillips's point of view, then changed the subject and continued to argue loudly: "But how could a crossdresser be a girl who deliberately wears such a revealing short skirt and poses in such a coy and seductive manner to seduce men?"

He pointed to the blonde girl on the screen and said in a high-pitched voice, "Are you one of those noble ladies who wrap themselves up so tightly, as if they want to be wrapped up like a dumpling, and are even ashamed to shake hands?"

"No, they don't understand men's desires, and they have a hard time understanding them. Only crossdressers, only crossdressers would wear such a risqué short skirt without any psychological pressure and pose like this to seduce men."

As the saying goes... only men truly understand men!

Phillips frowned, recalling the painting.

The risqué clothing, never before seen, and the seemingly rejecting yet actually extremely provocative half-concealed actions, will undoubtedly maximize the stimulation of men's animalistic instincts.

It could only be intentional, after all, a girl who would wear such a shameless short skirt could not possibly be a very naive and shy person.

For example, Phillips' popularity at salons was partly due to her wealth and looks, but it was also inseparable from her series of intentional or unintentional cute gestures. In many cases, she could accurately understand men's psychology and knew which actions would make men find her most adorable.

"uh-huh."

Phillips rested his chin on his hand: "Mr. Designer, you've successfully convinced me that the girl in the painting is a cross-dresser."

"You're welcome."

Li Cheng flipped the erotic picture back onto the table, then casually straightened his collar before continuing, "I'm telling you this just to let you know that crossdressers aren't anything special. You don't need to be so nervous about it."

He lied, saying, "And in my opinion, if there's a cross-dresser who looks like a young girl, sounds like a young girl, and feels like a young girl..."

“It might feel different to the touch, though?” Phillips interrupted.

“There is indeed a slight difference, but if you remove the asterisk (*) in front, what difference is there between a woman and a cross-dresser?” Li Cheng said.

At this point, he suddenly remembered that Veronica's belly was probably already slightly swollen, and while feeling a slight ache in his testicles, he said with a very sincere look in his eyes, "And she won't get pregnant."

“Continuing the bloodline is the duty of the nobility,” Phillips emphasized.

"You can ask anyone to continue your bloodline! But true love is priceless!" Li Cheng frantically instilled his crooked ideas. "Procreation is reproduction, that's the duty of living beings, but as higher humans who have transcended the biological realm, we shouldn't be bound by the so-called reproduction!"

"And aside from reproduction, what shortcomings do crossdressers have in this regard?"

"No, they have looks that rival women's! And an excellent ability to understand male psychology!"

"..."

Li Cheng's impassioned speech continued.

However, such radical remarks, even by 21st-century standards, were premature for Phillips, a 17th-century man whose overloaded brain was frantically squeezing every single brain cell.

Sex, men and women, blood ties, crossdressing, society, nation, history...

Words emerged in her mind, and intense thoughts collided, merged, shattered, and decomposed in her brain.

Phillips closed his eyes, opened them, closed them again, and opened them again...

Her eyes gradually shifted from clear to rolling, and finally, helplessly, she could only try to remain calm and say, "But Mr. Designer, most people in this country don't think that way. As human beings, we ultimately have to conform..."

"Don't you understand?"

Seeing this, Li Cheng smiled slightly and replied in a firm and undeniable tone: "The one who is wrong is not you, but the world."

"The problem isn't with us, it's with the world?"