Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 51: Dressed in Trouble

Chapter 51: Dressed in Trouble
After finishing the zipper, Ding Yixin continued to patiently adjust the ribbons around Rong Xingyu’s waist.
Rong Xingyu felt his face turning as red as a ripe fruit, so hot that it might fall from the branch at any moment.
Yet Ding Yixin, while tying the ribbons, asked from behind him, "Is this okay? Does the waist feel too tight?"
"..."
Rong Xingyu covered his face. "It’s fine. Thank you, Dr. Ding."
Once the top half of his outfit was finally in place, Rong Xingyu let out a sigh of relief. He instinctively wanted to leave the dressing room quickly.
He turned around but before he could take a step, the wide skirt didn’t move with him. It was caught between the table and a stool.
As soon as he stepped forward, his balance gave way completely and he fell straight into Ding Yixin’s arms, just like he was throwing himself at him.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
Ding Yixin reached out and caught Rong Xingyu firmly in his arms.
Rong Xingyu gave up struggling and buried his face into Dr. Ding’s chest like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand.
If possible, he never wanted to lift his head again.
Ding Yixin let out a low laugh and gently placed his hands on Rong Xingyu’s waist.
With a slight lift, Rong Xingyu’s body rose a little off the ground.
While holding him like that, Ding Yixin turned around smoothly.
The wide skirt swept through the air, drawing a graceful arc like a blooming flower.
Finally, both Rong Xingyu and the gown had turned around completely.
Although Rong Xingyu’s looks were not particularly feminine and his build wasn’t small, no one expected that wearing a gown would suit him so perfectly.
The dress had been tailored to his exact measurements, showing off every strength of his figure flawlessly.
The off shoulder design revealed his elegant shoulders and collarbones and the ribboned waist made him look even slimmer...
Even without a wig, his short black hair gave him a fresh and refined beauty.
A trace of amazement flashed through Ding Yixin’s eyes.
"All right, Yuyu, they’re still waiting for you outside," Ding Yixin said with a small smile as he bent his arm slightly. "Let’s go."
Rong Xingyu placed his hand on Ding Yixin’s arm while holding onto him as they walked out together.
Outside, the group had still been chatting and laughing.
But the moment they saw Rong Xingyu come out everyone froze.
Someone’s half finished cup of milk tea slipped right out of their hand and hit the floor.
"...Oh my god..."
"Oh my god."
"I think I just saw my ideal type."
"Wait, could it be that Rong Xingyu was actually a girl pretending to be a boy all this time?"
"Or maybe Rong Xingyu has a twin sister, who knows?!"
Beside them, Zeng Youzhen couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Feeling speechless, she said, "You guys always say girls overthink things, but I think your imagination is way bigger than ours."
After speaking, Zeng Youzhen exchanged a quick glance with her girlfriends.
The girls leaned close together while lowering their voices excitedly as they whispered and giggled.
"Looks like someone’s falling for it again... oh wait, it’s me!"
"I’m sorry, but why do they look so perfect together?!"
"The noble young lady and her loyal butler, ahhhh!!"
"I can totally feel it! Let me raise my glass to this pairing first!"
The boy who had spoken earlier scratched his head in confusion. "Wait, wasn’t he a guy? How did he suddenly become a ’young lady’? So is Rong Xingyu a boy or a girl?"
Zeng Youzhen gave him a look of pure disbelief.
What was wrong with calling him that? Didn’t this guy understand what cross dressing meant?
She was going to call Rong Xingyu a beauty, no matter what! A beautiful beauty!
Zeng Youzhen pressed her fingers against her temple as if she had a headache.
"Straight men, please stay away from our world. Don’t talk to me, okay?"
The hem of the skirt was too wide and Rong Xingyu wasn’t used to wearing such clothing, so he had to lift it slightly and take small careful steps.
But what he didn’t realize was that to the people watching from a short distance away, he looked like he was walking in slow motion, complete with glowing filters, soft lighting, and the background music of a classic romantic drama.
As soon as he reached them, Rong Xingyu saw Zeng Youzhen pressing her temples and shaking her head wildly.
Rong Xingyu blinked in confusion. "???"
Instinctively, he glanced at Ding Yixin who stood beside him, then rubbed the tip of his nose and hesitantly asked, "Do I... look strange?"
He hadn’t even checked himself in the mirror after changing, so he had no idea what he looked like right now.
"Not strange at all! Xingyu, you’re too beautiful!"
"This outfit suits you perfectly!"
"You really look great, honestly."
"I told you, man, you’re the chosen pretty boy of the sea!"
Rong Xingyu turned to look at the last speaker. "..."
So it was you who started that rumor.
Zeng Youzhen and a few others circled him and checking the outfit carefully, but they couldn’t find a single issue.
"Does the outfit feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Zeng Youzhen asked.
Rong Xingyu shook his head. "It’s not uncomfortable... just feels a little unnatural."
Zeng Youzhen grinned. "That’s why I told you to put it on early, to get used to it! We’ll rehearse the ballroom scene later. Do you still remember the dance steps we practiced before?"
Rong Xingyu had never known a thing about waltzes or ballroom dancing.
He had forced himself to learn it just a few days ago by following tutorial videos online.
Luckily, his memory wasn’t bad, so he nodded. "I think I still remember."
"That’s great!" Zeng Youzhen clapped her hands but then suddenly froze, her expression changing. "Ah, but Yue Yeqiao just called. She said she has something urgent this afternoon and can’t come to practice."