I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

Xia Shiqi knew there would be no outcome, leaving behind a lonely yet handsome silhouette as it stepped outside, joining its mother in the pavilion to watch the snow.

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101 Cultural Implantation

If ambiguity is the main dish that can fill the belly, then daily relaxation is the dessert before and after the meal, bringing satisfaction. The interplay of ambiguity and relaxation, balanced just right, yields greater results with less effort.

Ye Yong didn’t continue to tease Liang Xiaorou indefinitely; once things settled down, he pulled out the comics he had drawn earlier to show her.

“How did you come up with these?” It was Liang Xiaorou’s first encounter with them, her hands holding the novel little comic strips, turning the pages with great interest.

“Think of it as a flash of inspiration.” Having lived in the internet era, Ye Yong could only say that entertainment in this fantasy world was terribly low-quality.

Not to mention, in terms of entertainment, the only ways to relax and relieve stress were traditional arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, or the more mundane, like risqué books and spring palace pictures.

Novels and comics bursting with imagination? Nonexistent.

Of course, Ye Yong wasn’t aiming to bring about a cultural revolution in the fantasy world; he simply wanted to provide some entertainment and relaxation for the heroines around him.

“What is that person wearing? It doesn’t look like pants, nor like socks.” Liang Xiaorou pointed at a passerby’s over-the-knee stockings, curiously inquiring.

A faint, imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Ye Yong’s mouth.

Besides allowing the female leads to relax and have fun, there was another point – cultural implantation.

The clothes in the fantasy world were very ancient and conservative, unlike the modern ones that were so flashy. If he suddenly took out some unheard-of, bizarre clothing for the female leads to wear, they would probably resist and be unable to accept it. But if he could use this visual, subtle influence to let them get familiar with it in advance… the future Gothic Lolita dresses, maid outfits, and so on, were truly beautiful to think about.

“This is something I randomly thought up, temporarily named… Silk Stockings.”

“What a weird name.” Liang Xiaorou stared at it for a while: “Weird short skirt and tight stockings, revealing a section of thigh, would a normal woman wear this? What’s going on in your brain, huh?”

Receiving such an evaluation, Ye Yong was not surprised. Liang Xiaorou was straightforward and outspoken, unlike Ou Xue, who would discover it but not ask questions, only silently memorizing this strange dressing combination and pondering it secretly.

Ancient women were said to be feudal, yet mysteriously open-minded; they were open-minded, yet very feudal in certain matters.

Anyway, revealing clothing like this was usually only worn by women in brothels and female cultivators, and was considered damaging to a normal woman’s chastity.

“It’s just a small drawing, don’t nitpick so much.” This was also why Ye Yong didn’t reveal too much at once, but instead used the approach of a passerby, gradually strengthening cultural implantation.

“Hmph, you can tell from the details that your thoughts aren’t very proper.”

“This can’t be blamed on me, if everyone wore similar clothes, could you remember several characters in a small drawing? It’s because there are differences that you have an impression, right?”

In terms of verbal sparring, Liang Xiaorou was no match for Ye Yong. She thought for a moment, and it seemed to be the case – the people drawn inside all had their own styles, which was also why she found it interesting.

Liang Xiaorou didn’t speak anymore, but Ye Yong was relentless.

“You say my thoughts aren’t proper, could it be that you thought of something bad yourself? Or did you imagine wearing the same outfit and seeing how it would look?”

“What nonsense!” Liang Xiaorou turned her head and pinched Ye Yong’s arm fiercely: “I wouldn’t wear this getup and casually stroll down the street to see people!”

“Sorry, I was wrong.” Ye Yong suddenly apologized with a serious face, and Liang Xiaorou had just calmed down when he continued: “It’s absolutely not for others to see, only for me to see.”

“You want to die, just say so!” Liang Xiaorou pinched even harder, until Ye Yong begged for mercy, and she finally humphed and withdrew her hand.

Ye Yong rubbed the pinched area, although he had a divine body, it wasn’t invincible, especially since Liang Xiaorou’s cultivation was higher than his, and he would still feel pain. However, Ye Yong was not someone who would give up so easily.

He leaned in close to Liang Xiaorou’s ear and whispered: “I think you would look very cute wearing this.”

Liang Xiaorou covered her ear, and whenever Ye Yong spoke so close to her, she always felt a strange, indescribable sensation: “I, I would never wear something so revealing.”

“Is that so, what a pity.” Ye Yong intentionally let out a deep sigh, filled with regret, and then suddenly changed the subject: “But Little Snow should also look good in it, let her try it on next time…”

“You dare!” Liang Xiao Rou immediately turned around, her eyes wide open, staring at Ye Yong.

“Little Snow is my servant, I let her wear what I think looks good on her, what’s the problem? Besides, I won’t let others see, I’ll just appreciate it myself.”

Dealing with a proud and arrogant person, using provocative tactics is not a bad strategy.

Liang Xiao Rou’s round and lovely face suddenly puffed up, as if she was holding back a belly full of anger, but didn’t know how to vent it.

After all, Wu Xue wasn’t her servant, and at this age in the mortal world, she would already have children of her own, not considered young.

“Alas, but what I hope to see is you wearing it.” Ye Yong let out another sigh.

Liang Xiao Rou’s puffed-up face quickly deflated, her furrowed eyebrows also relaxed, and she lowered her head, whispering: “Wearing that kind of clothing would be too embarrassing.”

“There’s no one else around, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“You’re the outsider.”

“Am I really an outsider?” Ye Yong lifted her chin, and their gazes met for an instant, before Liang Xiao Rou continued to lower her head: “Yes.”

“Okay, I didn’t plan to force you, let’s continue reading the comic.” Ye Yong never thought of making Liang Xiao Rou overcome her psychological barriers and wear unfamiliar clothes right away. He was just expressing his intention, planting a seed in Liang Xiao Rou’s heart, waiting for it to sprout and bloom in the future.

Liang Xiao Rou turned around, continuing to flip through the comic, but her mind was no longer on the plot, and she began to pay attention to the characters’ clothing.