Peasant Costume Male Novels & Stories

someone said. Tang Rou and Liu Xin stepped backward to a corner and looked at those newcomers in fluster. Those newcomers looked a bit strange because the leading man wore an ancient costume. Under his red cloak was a white robe. His black hair was even longer than that of a woman, soft and shining. However, he looked a bit ugly with a big nose and a pair of small eyes, pimples all over his face. At the moment, he had an obscene expression on his face. The several men behind him were dressed in modern clothes. Tang Rou and Liu Xin looked at each other, confused. If they had not recalled what happened in the underground garage, they would have thought that those newcomers were shooting a movi

I looked at what she was referring to. The guy was walking towards us. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and patterned beach shorts for guys. It was surprising because despite working in a plantation, his skin wasn't very tanned. His physique was almost as toned as Lazarus', but no one can compare to Lazarus in my eyes. I wonder if he lifts bags of rice, too? Or maybe he's carrying baskets of fruits? The atmosphere around him turned sour as he stopped beside Irithel. "Organize your things, Irithel," he commanded in a very deep voice. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he spoke.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I turned and got a better look at him. He had a backpack on, it looked full. He wasn’t wearing the typical fashioned tunics I saw the boys wear during court, no he was wearing what looked more like his training outfit, a loose fit top that was rolled up to just below his elbows. “You weren’t going to wear that to court were you?” He yawned looking up to the sky, “What makes you think I was going to attend court?” “Were you just going to leave then?”

The scenery was beautiful, and the temperature was just right. If it weren't so far from the outside world, separated by several mountains, it might have been developed into a tourist spot. Inside Paulo’s home, they all sat down to chat, and before long, the old village chief returned. He had dark skin, a forehead full of wrinkles, and a short, slightly bent frame. He wore a sleeveless white vest, loose black pants, and... straw sandals. On his head, he wrapped a dark blue headscarf, and he held a smoking pipe in his hand.

His tall stature gave little away about his age, although the clothing he was wearing hinted at another era. Majesta was dressed like a peasant girl but it was Halloween and she had been at a party with friends. It was the part she had chosen to play. His trousers stopped at mid-calf, the shirt was white and hugged his broad chest. The long sleeves had billowing ends, which cupped his hands, like a lover. His shirt opened slightly to show a small section of his chest. Brown curly hair peeked out, beckoning a woman’s touch. The urge to touch this man was overpowering and her hand started to move toward him. With a jerk she pulled her hand back, looking at him, afraid of what it was he wanted.

The elders soon smiled and spoke to others as though announcing something. The villagers took in the newcomers in pairs to their houses. The newcomers were slowly taught the language, dressing style, and lifestyle of the villagers. Quickly the newcomers learnt that they had travelled back in time and they were now in ancient times. They slowly adapted to the new place and living conditions. They found that the villagers were friendly and trustworthy. In a month the moderners had become part of the village. The moderner women now wore the Kanchuka(bodice or blouse), Uttareeya (Top cloth worn as a stole or shawl to cover the portions uncovered by the Kanchuka) and Antareeya(Bottom clothing, pl

The area was wide enough for the two of them to fight. Jan Jay, the leader of the uninvited guest, Lord of the Jingle threw his dark Cloak and revealed in a black tunic man clothed and long tight-fitting tan pants bound together with a rope around his waist. His face was slowly drawing a long sword from his belt. Slowly, the blade made a hissing whisper when it was removed from the sheathing. All the while, Jan Jay was holding sir Mallow in his gaze. Sir Mallow on the other hand was wearing a red sleeveless shirt and loose-fitting black pants. On the other hand, he had sturdy metal gauntlets.

They were dressed in black and their heads were wrapped in turbans. These people were dressed in a sort of costume that was similar to what people wore in ancient times. Yet, if someone took a closer look, they would notice that these men were wearing costumes that belonged to ethnic minorities. There was a kilij sword hanging on each of their waists. More than a dozen people were rushing into the inn. Leading them was a man of similar age to Tyr and Xyris. With his well-defined features, he looked very handsome and attractive. Through the facial features and costumes of these people, Tyr managed to roughly deduce their identities, guessing, “People of the Maddox clan?”

Lucille was at a loss for words. "Neal, I don't suppose you want to have a look too?" Lucille shifted her gaze to Neal. Neal smiled and said, "No. I'm just curious. After all, not many people would raise such a huge animal." At this moment, he was still wearing the costume. He was dressed in a purple tunic with embroidery, a white leather belt fastened around his waist, and his hair concealed under a hooded cloak. It was as if he belonged to that era—handsome, gentle, and masculine.

asking for his name twice in one minute would make you believe that he never listened to the man’s story in the first place. That, and the fact that his response feels so much like a slap on the man’s dignity. “Gollow” I’m surprised the man saw it within him to reply again. Tugging at the hem of his hand sewn clothes. A rice storage sack which had been cut out to make space for his neck, arms and legs. The waist was held up by a simple twine that had been rolled twice below his belly button probably to fasten it. He was also barefoot and looked like he hadn’t shaved since he plucked his first buckleberry at two years old.