Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

The moment the boy turned his head when he heard the voice, he was like a deer looking back in the forest in the early morning.

Even the eyes are round and round like a deer.

"Doctor Rong?"

Xia Xingqiao held the tube top with both hands to prevent it from falling off, he heyed in doubt, "Why are you here?"

Rong Tingye put the cup of poplar nectar that he had been carrying in his hand on the table beside him, and walked towards this side.

"I'm afraid that the rehearsal will be too hard, so I'll bring you some drinks."

Xia Xingqiao nodded because she didn't understand.

Then I heard Dr. Rong ask him: "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Xia Xingqiao remembered that her skirt was only half worn, and now she still looked "dirty" in front of Dr. Rong, her face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

He whispered, "I can't reach the zipper at the back."

Rong Tingye chuckled, "I'll do it."

He stepped forward, stood behind Xia Xingqiao and lowered his head.

Xia Xingqiao suddenly felt that there was an extra hand on her waist that did not belong to her.

The moment this hand held his waist, numbness, like an electric shock, spread from his waist to his whole body.

"Uh......"

Xia Xingqiao immediately bit her lower lip, afraid of making any strange noises from her mouth.

"Is it itchy?"

Doctor Rong's breath fell between Xia Xingqiao's neck, Xia Xingqiao resisted the urge to dodge to the side.

"It's okay..."

The zipper was pulled slowly from bottom to top, and the "squeaky" sound when the chain teeth snapped together was particularly clear in the quiet air.

After zipping up, Rong Tingye continued to patiently help Xia Xingqiao arrange the ribbon around his waist.

Xia Xingqiao felt that her face was like a ripe fruit, about to fall from a high branch.

But Dr. Rong asked behind him while tying the ribbon:

"Is this okay? Will the waist feel too tight?"

"..."

Xia Xingqiao covered her face: "Yes, thank you Doctor Rong."

After finally tidying up her upper body, Xia Xingqiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously wanting to leave here quickly.

Xia Xingqiao turned around, but before he could take a step, the skirt didn't turn around with him, but got stuck between the table and stool.

Xia Xingqiao, who had just taken a step forward, suddenly lost his balance, and he threw himself towards Rong Tingye as if throwing himself into a hug.

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

Rong Tingye reached out and caught Xia Xingqiao firmly.

Xia Xingqiao gave up struggling and buried her face in Doctor Rong's arms like an ostrich.

If he could, he would never want to raise his head again QAQ!

Rong Tingye laughed softly, and gently pinched Xia Xingqiao's waist with both hands.

He exerted a little force, and Xia Xingqiao's body rose a short distance into the air.

Rong Tingye turned around with Xia Xingqiao in his arms, and the huge skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air, like petals blooming in layers.

Now it's finally turned around with the person and the skirt.

In fact, Xia Xingqiao's appearance is not feminine, and her figure is not petite, but she didn't expect that wearing a skirt would not feel inappropriate at all.

This skirt was tailor-made according to his body shape. It can be said that all the advantages of Xia Xingqiao's figure were fully displayed.

The off-the-shoulder dress exposed his beautiful shoulder blades and collarbone, and the ribbon-decorated waist also made his waist look thinner...

And Xia Xingqiao hadn't put on a wig yet, so her short black hair gave her a more elegant and refined feeling.

A trace of surprise flashed across Rong Tingye's eyes.

"Okay, Jojo, they are still waiting for you outside, let's go out."

Rong Tingye slightly bent his arms.

Xia Xingqiao put his hands in his arms, and walked out with Rong Tingye on his shoulders.

The few people outside were still chatting and laughing.

As soon as they saw Xia Xingqiao walking out, the eyes of the group of people suddenly widened.

The unfinished milk tea in his hand fell to the ground.

"...my mother..."