"Uh... Han Zhuoqin, what are you doing?"
"My lower body feels cold and empty."
"Why are you wearing women's clothes?"
"Zhao Chengxi wore it for me. I saw that she was looking forward to it, so I didn't refuse. But it felt weird."
Zhao Ziyang covered his nose and looked at Han Zhuoqin wandering in front of him, feeling that his nose was about to bleed.