Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 277 Thorny Rose (34)

Yan Zhen slept soundly through the night.

When she woke up the next morning, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Song Yi lying by the bed.

He knelt on the ground, his upper body leaning over the edge of the bed, his hands supporting his chin, staring intently at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen: "..."

She moved a little further away in the opposite direction and glanced at the wall clock again; it was only seven in the morning.

"You don't go to work or school, so why are you up so early?"

Song Yi's face showed obvious exhaustion: "I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind is the image of you running away."

"..." Yan Zhen was speechless for a moment, and said perfunctorily, "Don't think too much. Children who are too thoughtful are not tall. Go to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she turned her back to Song Yi, preparing to take a nap.

Song Yi persisted, grabbing her blanket and shaking it: "Can you run away?"

"will not."

"why?"

"Because we can't run away."

"If you could run away, would you run?"

"I won't run."

"why?"

"Even if you run away, you'll be caught and brought back."

"If you manage to escape, you'll still get caught. Are you going to run?"

Yan Zhen, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed a pillow and threw it in Song Yi's direction: "Is this ever going to end?!"

Song Yi dodged to the side, and the pillow fell to the ground.

Seeing Yan Zhen frantically covering himself with the blanket, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, finally calmed down a little.

She doesn't seem to be planning to leave.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Song Yi's lips. He picked up the pillow, put it back on the bed, turned around and went back to the sofa to lie down and go to sleep.

Yan Zhen slept until eleven o'clock and woke up feeling refreshed.

She got up and ate a hearty lunch, planning to spend half of the afternoon playing video games and the other half watching movies.

There's a sci-fi movie she's wanted to watch for a long time, but she hasn't been able to find the time because it's three and a half hours long.

Moreover, this movie emphasizes special effects and sound effects, and the viewing experience is greatly reduced when using a computer or mobile phone. Fortunately, the Song family has a high-end home theater, which is perfect for watching science fiction movies.

After lunch, Yan Zhen went to the movie theater on the basement level.

Unsurprisingly, Song Yi followed him inside.

At the beginning of the movie, Song Yi, who was sitting next to Yan Zhen, was relatively quiet.

But his attention wasn't on the movie. He couldn't sit still for more than half an hour and tentatively moved inch by inch closer to Yan Zhen.

Seeing that Yan Zhen was engrossed in the movie and seemed unaware of his little actions, he took advantage of the situation and moved closer and closer until the two of them sat side by side.

Yan Zhen still did not respond.

Song Yi, emboldened by his audacity, reached out to put his arm around her shoulder from behind, but just as he made that move, the movie, which was at its most exciting moment, suddenly stopped, and the theater fell silent.

Yan Zhen turned his head to look at Song Yi, his voice calm and restrained: "That's enough."

Song Yi: "...Why?"

Previously at Dexian Tower, she clearly did not reject his approach.

No matter how much he clung to her, how close he was to her, she let him do as he pleased.

Why can't I even touch it now?

Yan Zhen understood Song Yi's confusion. She sighed and rolled up her sleeves to show him the goosebumps that had involuntarily risen on her arms.

"Song Yi, please spare me. I'm straight and I only like men," Yan Zhen said. "This isn't something I can accept just by verbally agreeing. I can't control my physical reactions."

Song Yi: "..."

He pulled his arm back, got up, and walked out of the theater.

Song Yi went to the dressing room, where there was a huge wardrobe that occupied an entire corridor. Inside the transparent wardrobe hung all kinds of dresses, numbering over a thousand.

He sat in front of the wardrobe, staring blankly at the dresses.

After a long while, the butler came in and knelt down beside him: "Young Master."

Song Yi didn't look at him, but looked down at his slender, fair hands. A normal sixteen-year-old boy had already entered his second puberty.

They will grow an Adam's apple and a beard, become taller and stronger, and their body hair will become more abundant.

However, he had been taking hormone medication for a long time, so he did not have these developmental characteristics.

He neither grew into a boy nor a girl.

He seemed to have become a monster that was neither male nor female.

"Butler, is there really such a big difference between men and women?" Song Yi asked, puzzled. "Aren't they all human? Why do we have to distinguish between men and women? Isn't it enough to just say they're pretty or good-looking?"

The housekeeper organized his thoughts before saying, "If we're just going to be ordinary friends, gender is naturally not important. Many people make friends based on whether they get along well and whether their personalities and temperaments match. But from the perspective of sexual compatibility, we have to consider the issue of sexual orientation."

Song Yi understood.

He was silent for a while, then asked, "She said she only likes boys. If I were a boy, would she like me?"

The butler was stumped by the question. After considering it for a while, he said tactfully, "Everyone's choices are different. You'll have to ask Miss Lin about this yourself."

Song Yi lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling. He made up his mind: "Go and call the doctor. I want to stop taking the medication."

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After watching the movie, Yan Zhen came out of the theater and happened to run into Song Yi, who was coming downstairs.

The two met face to face, and Yan Zhen was taken aback.

Song Yi cut her long hair.

With a masculine, slightly parted hairstyle and unisex casual clothing, he looks like a boy with feminine features.

—Could he be dressing like this just to please me?

The moment the thought popped into Yan Zhen's head, he couldn't help but grimace.

No matter how androgynous she dresses, she's still a girl at heart.

Song Yi met Yan Zhen's appraising gaze, walked down the stairs step by step, and stopped in front of her: "Does it look good?"

"...It's alright," Yan Zhen said, "but I still think you look better in a dress."

Sister, be yourself!

Don't change for anyone!

That's a very foolish thing to do!

"I'm not wearing skirts anymore, I'll never wear them again," Song Yi said.

Yan Zhen was startled when she recalled what she had said a few hours earlier: "I'm straight, I only like men."

Is this guy really going to get sex reassignment surgery?

“Um, you look really good in a skirt, really.” Yan Zhen said sincerely. “Your legs are so straight and fair, skirts suit you very well! And…and you like wearing skirts too, don’t you? There’s no need to change your own preferences to cater to other people’s aesthetics.”

Song Yi just looked at her without saying a word.

"You have to believe that only two people who are attracted to each other on a soul level can come together. Changing your appearance won't help," Yan Zhen earnestly advised. "You're so good-looking, countless people like you. There's no need to force yourself to make a change! Especially such a significant change. You need to know that it will affect your entire life."

Song Yi remained silent.

Yan Zhen racked his brains trying to find reasons to persuade Song Yi for a long time, but Song Yi remained unmoved.

Yan Zhen gradually became agitated and raised his voice: "Song Yi, even if you have sex reassignment surgery and become a man, I will never like you, understand? Don't do such a stupid thing!"

Faced with her outburst, Song Yi smiled slightly.

"Oh."

Yan Zhen: "..."