How could one describe Xiang Yu's expression at that moment?
He was stunned at first, then imitated Qi Sui's gesture, spreading his hands and hesitantly placing them on his chest—that area of obvious prominence.
"A bra?"
"What does that mean?"
Qi Sui was extremely curious.
If it were the shirts he usually wore, the fabric was often stiff, which could modify most body curves, so even if there was an awkward spot, it wouldn't be too obvious.
But now, wearing this soft material, how did he manage to package himself like an exquisite gift?
No flaws, no exposure; the raised muscle lines looked smooth and sleek.
Qi Sui was very curious!
She decided to be more straightforward.
"I mean, women's bras are not only used to protect privacy but also to fix fatty tissue prone to vigorous movement. On one hand, it prevents wardrobe malfunctions; on the other, it protects the body."
"And you?"
Qi Sui reached out and repeated the same motion, but this time, the motion ended with her palms facing outward. Her hand happened to be just right, within her field of vision, encompassing Xiang Yu's pectoral muscles.
With a mischievous intent.
She adopted a scientific research spirit and asked without shame:
"After all, you look very presentable."
That was enough.
Xiang Yu gritted his teeth and already understood what she meant.
His ears suddenly erupted with a powerful and shameful heat. This shame was different from the satisfaction he had felt earlier; it was the shame of being completely objectified and observed.
It was a woman's gaze on a man.
This gaze was unusual.
When men evaluate glamorous actresses in tabloids, they often use vulgar words to describe them, because they might never have the chance to interact with such beautiful women in their lives. But if they were to meet such a beautiful woman, they would likely put on a gentlemanly and polite demeanor to ask for a romantic date.
But the way women view men is entirely different.
When they notice that a certain part of a man's body is beyond ordinary charm, they observe, reflect, and ask questions. Their goal is not to get an answer, but to think through the process and ultimately confirm that this charm exists independently of their momentary infatuation, only then do they acknowledge the man's pleasing attractiveness.
This analysis stands.
Men's observation begins with impulse; women's observation begins with thinking.
Xiang Yu's hands trembled as he lowered them from his chest, then he awkwardly wanted to hug himself. He seemed to feel a pair of scrutinizing eyes on that area that was so full it seemed to overflow.
It wasn't exactly eager, but it felt like it was about to dissect him entirely.
Frankly speaking, he had encountered this kind of gaze before.
He didn't like working out, but for the sake of his health, going to the gym three times a week had become a necessary routine.
He had received many gazes, both male and female, including some that wanted to dissect and observe him.
He should be used to it.
He should calmly take over the conversation, steer it with some irrelevant discussion, and then naturally shift to a topic he was interested in.
But he couldn't.
Qi Sui was simply an animal with curiosity off the charts.
He couldn't extinguish her curiosity, nor could he pretend not to hear.
Qi Sui: "..."
She disappointedly lowered her hands.
"Is it that hard to answer?"
Xiang Yu met those disappointed eyes.
It broke his heart.
He couldn't face such eyes.
He took a deep breath.
"I'm not wearing one."
"Huh?"
Qi Sui, curious cat head.
"Inside," Xiang Yu gritted out, his voice coming out word by word, "... I'm not wearing anything."
"Oh, oh, oh..."
Qi Sui looked thoughtful.
She was completely at ease, not feeling embarrassed or awkward about asking such a question. On the contrary, Xiang Yu was uncomfortable, sitting on the sofa like a primary school student, crossing his legs, hunched over, as if trying to suck his chest muscles into his stomach.