Yang Jiayi stooped down with a smile and reached out to pat Xiaotu’s head.
Next thing you know, she grabbed Xiaotu’s arm and planted a big kiss on her chubby cheeks, saying, “She certainly is adorable.”
“Older sister…?” Xiaotu was dazed by the kiss. She used her little hand to touch the spot that had been kissed as she stared at Yang Jiayi with a dumbfounded expression on her face.
“Call me older brother.” The smile on Yang Jiayi’s face instantly froze.
“…”
Xiaotu stared at him for a while in confusion. Then she turned to Cheng Zhiyan in bewilderment and asked, “She’s not a girl?”
“Nope…” Cheng Zhiyan didn’t know what else to say.
“Mommy said that only girls can wear dresses…” Xiaotu felt as if all her worldly values and her outlook on life had been turned over topsy-turvy, “And that fluffy little red hat on your head has a bow on it.”
“This is why I hate cross-dressing.” Yang Jiayi resentfully yanked the hat off his head and revealed a short hairstyle much like Cheng Zhiyan’s. “And my name too always makes people mistake me for a girl.”
As a ten-year-old boy, he still had a somewhat childish voice that didn’t sound much different from a girl’s. He also had delicate features, so, after putting on a dress and concealing his boyish short hair, it was difficult to tell that he was actually a boy.
Xiaotu stared dazedly at Yang Jiayi’s short hair, which appeared similar to Cheng Zhiyan’s hair. However, he was wearing a red tutu dress, and this made Xiaotu’s mind feel completely discombobulated.
“Mommy said that those with short hair are boys, and those wearing bows are girls.
“Mommy said that those without breasts are boys, and those wearing dresses are girls.
“Mommy also said that, what else did Mommy say?”
Xiaotu didn’t know what possessed her, but she reached out her chubby little hand and placed it on Yang Jiayi’s chest.
“Oh…it’s flat…
“So this older brother has short hair and a flat chest, but also wears hair bows and dresses…
“So is he a boy or a girl?”
The instant Xiaotu put her hand on his chest, Yang Jiayi froze.
He glanced down at Xiaotu’s chubby little hand, then stiffly lifted his head up to look at Cheng Zhiyan as he asked, “Your girlfriend…is she molesting me?”
“Xiaotu…” Cheng Zhiyan frowned, and he reached out to put Xiaotu behind his back.
“Brother Orange Juice…” Xiaotu lifted her head up and her huge eyes were full of questions. “His chest is flat, is he really a boy?”
“…” Cheng Zhiyan had no idea what to say to her. He felt at a loss for words as he stared at her, so he gave her an irrelevant answer instead, “Your breasts are flat as well.”
……
The entire backstage area instantly fell silent.
“That’s because I’m still a child at the moment, but Mommy said that when I grow up, I’ll have breasts.” With both hands on her hips, Xiaotu self-righteously boasted to Cheng Zhiyan. “But look at him, he’s so old already but his chest is still flat. He must be a boy.”
“So you think you’ll have breasts by the time you’re ten years old?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Cheng Zhiyan couldn’t help but pull at his hair in exasperation. “Why on earth was he even discussing this matter with a three-year-old kid?”
“I won’t have breasts by the time I’m ten? Huh? Then how old do I have to be to have breasts?”
“How should I know?” Cheng Zhiyan replied indignantly, then he grabbed Xiaotu’s hand to leave this ridiculous conversation.
“He doesn’t know, but I know.” Yang Jiayi reached out to block their exit as he answered Xiaotu gleefully.