A Twisted Lover

On a beautiful, sunny day, with help from her best friend, Zhang Yulan came to a new understanding of herself:

1. I might be frigid.

2. I might have a perverted sexual fetish.

For a while, she couldn't decide which was worse.

Until she accidentally discovered the secret of a new employee.

In the cramped space, Zhang Yulan stared at the flustered man. Her gaze traveled from his slender, fair legs beneath his pleated skirt upward, watching the flush spread from his neck to his pale face, then settle on his red-painted lips.

A pounding heartbeat rang in her ears.

Unable to stop herself from moving closer, she reached out and touched his vivid red lips. The soft feel beneath her fingertips sent a tingling shiver through her.

Oh no.

I think I'm a pervert.

She thought, unable to contain her excitement.

*

Li Yu had a secret he planned to keep hidden for the rest of his life: dressing in women's clothes and wearing makeup gave him a deep sense of satisfaction and security.

He knew it was an illness, but he was powerless to cure himself. He'd prepared to endure it alone for the rest of his life.

Until his direct supervisor discovered his secret.

She would prop her chin on her hand, tilt her head, and praise him. "You look so pretty."

And in the dead of night, she would hold his face in her hands, press a finger between his lips, and say with an almost pathologically obsessive expression, "Let me kiss you."

Was it because it was new?

Or was she just curious?

Why did she seem to like me so much?

Me, with all my problems.

A prim, old-fashioned heroine with a perverted streak x a gloomy, pitiful, love-starved cross-dressing man with a wild streak

Theme: There will always be someone who loves you.