Ye Xian: "?" What do you mean, on purpose?
Zhu Shanshan: "Is it because you're dressed in drag that you're confused, forgetting your own real gender?"
"Pff—"
As the words fell, Ye Xian sprayed all the strawberry juice in her mouth onto her face. Pink droplets mixed with black seeds hung all over the girl's fair cheeks.
Ye Xian looked at her, stunned as if struck by lightning, her limbs freezing in place for a moment.
She, she knew she was dressed in drag, she... wait, why does she look a bit familiar?
"Ah!!!!!"
Zhu Shanshan, covered in strawberry juice, suddenly lost it and started furiously wiping herself down with napkins, "Ye Xian, aren't you disgusting!"
This violent state, this familiar tone, gave her a sense of déjà vu from the depths of her memory, yet she couldn't recall it, exactly not her own memory, but the original owner's memory.
"Sorry, sorry~"
Ye Xian quickly pulled out a Little Strawberry handkerchief to wipe her down.
"Don't put on a pretense with me!"
