Fubao chased out of the house wearing only a pink floral cotton jacket and slippers, and burst out laughing at what she saw and heard.
"Lu Erxiong, you really have no shame!"
It was too funny; he actually thought that wearing girls' clothes would turn him into a girl.
Lu Erxiong twisted his waist and put his hands on his hips, saying, "Sister, I know you're jealous."
"Jealous of you?" Fubao pointed at her own nose, and when she saw Lu Erxiong nodding fiercely, she snorted, "Such shameless boasting. Look at me—I'm cute and pretty; do I need to be jealous of you? Tell me, who taught you to wear my clothes and shoes?" She knew Lu Erxiong couldn't have thought of this; he was always just thinking about playing.
Lu Erxiong's eyes rolled around, refusing to admit that he overheard Dundun and Zhuangzhuang whispering in bed.
