Uncle, I Have a Lot of Skirts

One day he went bankrupt, and his parents passed away. Cheng Yue absolutely hated the man who suddenly appeared to adopt him. But out of necessity, he had to live under someone else’s roof with his tail between his legs. He even had to agree to three rules: No swearing. Fine. He could hold it in. No going to nightclubs. That works. He didn’t have any money anyway. No dating girls. Sure. He didn’t like girls anyway. He tolerated all of this. What Cheng Yue didn’t expect was that the man, who always wore a cold expression, was actually a weirdo. “This pink dress is for you,” the man said, maintaining his cold demeanor. “……” “I don’t like…” Cheng Yue hadn’t finished his sentence. “Don’t like this color?” The man furrowed his brows and pulled out another one from behind him. “How about this white lace one?” Cheng Yue: cries in frustration