"What nonsense is this! My older brother is a man's man, how can you expect him to dress as a dancing girl? It's beneath his dignity," Lu Bei exclaimed, wide-eyed. Everyone says that every level of authority crushes people underneath it; he never believed it until they tried to make Fox San dress as a dancing girl. Only if Mu Jiling were to smash her desk to pieces would it happen.
"Exactly."
Fox San puffed out his chest and pointed at his own charming face: "Take a good look, I'm a man. How can you expect me to play a dancing girl?"
"Humph."
Mu Jiling scoffed coldly and told it straight, "Even without your mastery of the arts of transformation, your androgynous face in female attire, who'd know the difference?"
"My second brother would know. He's an old hand at skipping through the gardens. He doesn't even have to touch someone to know their gender. Just a sniff and he'll tell right away. In this vast world, I believe there must be more than one such rascal."
