"A male assassin," said Ning Xi.
"A male assassin…" Jiang Muye stroked his chin. He actually fancied roles like assassins that could play it cool.
"A cross-dressing one," added Ning Xi.
"What?" Jiang Muye's expression changed.
"A cross-dressing assassin!" Ning Xi explained.
Jiang Muye jumped up and started yelling as he pointed his fingers in front of Ning Xi's nose. "Ning Xiao Xi, you maniac, you haven't given up on it yet! Why must you make me cross-dress? Keep your dirty thoughts. I'll never wear a female outfit!"
"Really?" Ning Xi narrowed her eyes.
"Really, most real of all! If I wear a female outfit, I'll be your son!" Jiang Muye chuckled coldly.
"Sigh…" Ning Xi shook her head. With a regretful expression, she lamented, "Well, I wanted to share some nice things for you, but you don't want it. Fine then!"
"You can keep your so-called nice things to yourself!" Jiang Muye looked like he was done with her.
