"Who? What ex-boyfriend?"
"That guy, he seems pretty heartbroken." Baozi's face blushed slightly as she glanced down the corridor.
"Ah..." I forgot, Zhaosi was born with a masculine appearance, and she's exactly the type trending right now: 178 cm tall, broad shoulders, long legs, an aura reminiscent of pine and bamboo, an A-cup at best, and most importantly, she's dressed in men's clothing.
There are actually quite a few clansfolk with her style, so some outsiders always think our clan has men. It's a beautiful misunderstanding, of course.
"Hey, I get it, you've moved on, but he hasn't completely gotten over your relationship," Baozi said, linking arms with me like a sweet little teddy bear.
"She's a woman," I said flatly. To talk about my past with Zhaosi, it can hardly be called uneventful. We've fought over a hundred times in the ring, dozens of scuffles in private, I've planted bombs at her place, she fired shots at street corners where I'd pass.
