85: Chapter 85 Medic, Need Treatment?

The curtains here, used by Xin Yaoqiao, were of the very thick variety; they were completely light-blocking, so nothing could be seen from the outside.

Su Bai secretly thought it was a pity.

He sat on the only sofa in the room. It was large and soft, and as he sank into it, his entire body was enveloped.

He leaned back against the backrest, watching the curtain.

Rustling sounds came from behind the curtain.

After a while, the curtain was pulled open.

Xin Yaoqiao stood under the light.

She had changed into the outfit of Esdeath from Akame ga Kill!.

A white military uniform with gold trim, a high collar, a cinched waist, and a skirt that reached just above her knees.

She wore a white military cap on her head, white long boots on her feet, and white garter stockings.

Her hair was loose, and she held a prop longsword in her hand.

She stood there with her chin slightly raised and a cold expression, truly possessing a bit of a female general's aura.

But Su Bai looked at her and was silent for two seconds.

"It's very faithful to the original," he said, "but it lacks that 'onee-san' vibe."

The corner of Xin Yaoqiao's mouth twitched.

"What do you mean by 'lacks that onee-san vibe'?"

Su Bai leaned back on the sofa and said seriously:

"Esdeath is the type of person whose strength radiates from her very bones, not something you can just put on. Your expression and figure are still too immature."

Xin Yaoqiao glared at him.

"You just wait!"

The curtain was pulled shut.

Another round of rustling.

The curtain was pulled open again.

This time it was Makima from Chainsaw Man.

A white shirt, black tie, beige trench coat, hair tied in a low ponytail, and that cryptic, half-smiling expression on her face.

Su Bai's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds.

He licked his lips.

"This set has a bit of a vibe."

Xin Yaoqiao's eyes lit up.

"However," Su Bai added, "your figure doesn't seem to be able to fill it out in certain places."

Xin Yaoqiao's smile froze on her face.

"Makima has the figure of a mature woman; the right places need to be substantial enough."

Su Bai's gaze swept over her chest, very subtly, but the meaning was clear.

Xin Yaoqiao looked down at herself.

Her figure was actually quite good, but compared to Makima's voluptuous, mature woman physique, it was indeed lacking a bit.

Her competitive spirit was ignited.

"You just wait!" She turned around and pulled the curtain shut, her voice coming from inside, "Today, I'm going to make you speechless!"

This change took a relatively long time.

Su Bai leaned back on the sofa, listening to the movements behind the curtain.

Sounds of hangers clashing and clothes rubbing came from inside, along with Xin Yaoqiao's occasional mutterings.

"This isn't right."

"Change it."

"Forget it, it's too revealing."

"..."

After quite a while, the curtain was pulled open.

Xin Yaoqiao walked out.

Rem.

A maid outfit: black dress, white apron, white headband on her head covering her bangs.

Her expression had softened; her eyes were downcast, carrying a touch of shyness and gentleness.

Su Bai looked at her.

This outfit was actually quite suitable.

Rem was the type of character who was gentle on the surface but strong on the inside; she didn't need a mature figure or an 'onee-san' aura.

Xin Yaoqiao stood there, head lowered, fingers twisting the apron strings, truly looking like a character who had walked out of an anime.

"This set is really nice," Su Bai praised.

Xin Yaoqiao looked up at him, pleasantly surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Xin Yaoqiao smiled, a hint of smugness in her smile.

But she didn't stop.

"There's one more set, a powerful one." She raised an eyebrow at Su Bai, and the curtain was pulled shut again.

Powerful?

How powerful?!

Su Bai waited for a while with some anticipation.

The movements this time were louder; there was the sound of zippers, the sound of fabric rubbing, and her soft panting.

Then the curtain was pulled open.

Su Bai was instantly stunned.

Holy sh*t!!

A medic?!

Xin Yaoqiao was wearing a white tight-fitting T-shirt with a red cross symbol on the chest.

Below were white hot pants, revealing her entire thighs.

On her legs were a pair of white silk stockings, very thin, tightly wrapping her skin and glimmering slightly under the lights.

On her head was a white military cap, and beneath the brim was that exquisite little face.

In her hand, she held a prop—a syringe—raised in front of her, posing as if ready to give an injection.

"Do you need treatment?" She came to Su Bai's side, staring at him, and said softly.

Su Bai's Adam's apple bobbed.

This outfit, compared to all the previous ones...

"You're injured," she took a step forward, her voice soft, "let me help you."

She walked up to him, sat on his lap, and raised the syringe, bringing it close to his arm.

"Don't move, it'll only take a second."

Su Bai looked at her.

Looking at those almond eyes of hers, and the cryptic, half-smiling curve of her lips.

Her legs, wrapped in white silk stockings, were right beside his hand.

Su Bai took a deep breath.

"This set," he said, his voice a bit dry, "has a real vibe to it."

Xin Yaoqiao smiled.

She put down the syringe, sat on his lap, rested her hands on his shoulders, and leaned close to his face.

"You still haven't answered me..." She lowered her voice, imitating the tone of that character just now,

"Do you want an injection?"

"No." Su Bai shook his head.

Xin Yaoqiao was taken aback.

This didn't seduce him?

The next instant, Su Bai reached out, his fingers gently hooking the strap of her clothes, winding it around twice, and said,

"But I feel," he said, his voice very light, "that you should be the one who wants an injection."

Xin Yaoqiao's eyelashes trembled.

She looked down at Su Bai's slender fingers, then looked up into his eyes.

"Then... do you have the tools?" she asked, her voice lower than before.

Su Bai looked at her.

"I can have them."

Xin Yaoqiao's breath almost hitched.

She looked at Su Bai's face, which was still excessively handsome in the dim light.

She reached out, hooked his chin, and gently lifted it up.

"Why are you different from before?" She tilted her head and said with some confusion,

"I remember when you were at school, you looked quite serious."

Su Bai crossed his legs, leaned back against the sofa backrest, his posture lazy.

"What, aren't you used to it?"

Xin Yaoqiao looked at him.

He sat there, one leg crossed over the other, one hand resting on the sofa armrest, the other hand still hooking her clothing strap.

Even though it was a relaxed posture, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

And a kind of... lustful feeling.

She suddenly felt that this man seemed different from the Su Bai she knew before.

She thought he was the type of person who was serious, a bit cold, and not easy to approach.

"I'm definitely not used to it," she said with a smile,

"But... I like it."

Su Bai didn't speak.

He just let go.

Xin Yaoqiao's breathing became ragged.

She instinctively knelt down.

Her knees landed on the carpet, soft, sinking in.

She knelt in front of him, looking up at him.

"The medic needs to do a check-up," she said, her voice soft, "to see if you... are injured."

Su Bai looked down at her.

She was kneeling there, wearing that pink hoodie, the rabbit ears on the hood drooping down, swaying back and forth.

Her eyes were sparkling, a smile on her lips, looking obedient and well-behaved.

But if you looked closely, you could see the fire deep in her eyes.

It had already started to burn.