The Cross-Dressed Versions

How is happiness defined?

This will almost always vary from person to person.

Some seek fame, some pursue profit, and some spend their entire lives searching for a place to return to.

At this moment, every inch of Wuma Xiu's chest was burning hot, his eyes were still wet, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

This is probably what happiness is.

In a typical story, at this point, it would be time to draw a perfect conclusion and add "The End" or "END" at the end.

Unfortunately, someone was being chased and hacked down by Wuma Xiu at that moment.

"What? You dare to end it? Update now! Update now!"

Wuma Xiu carried a long sword, with Long Sword following behind him on its own, chasing with incredible momentum, the wind from the blade whistling past someone's clothes.

While protecting his backside as he fled forward, he also had to keep glancing behind him, looking like a mouse being chased by a cat, with no semblance of composure left.

"Stop cutting! Stop cutting! Keep cutting! Keep cutting, okay?!"

She scrambled back to her computer desk, plopped down, bounced up half an inch from the pain, hissed, and finally settled back down. She pounded the keyboard in frustration, muttering "bad luck," but her hands were already obediently on the keys.

And so, the story continues.

"Come on, everyone, look! Don't I look good in this outfit?"

Su Xian'er made a dazzling entrance, leading her two newly born sons, looking just like an artist who had just completed two masterpieces.

The Goddess of Beauty took a step ahead.

The silk scarlet dress cascaded down from her shoulders, the smooth fabric flowing gracefully along her shoulder line, then tapering slightly at the waist to accentuate her slender figure, showing no signs of fragility.

He was born with exceptional beauty, his eyebrows and eyes were almost dazzlingly bright, with slightly upturned corners, carrying a hint of nonchalant disdain for all things. As he walked, the wind fluttered the hem of his skirt, the crimson petals fluttering, as if the blooming flowers of the mountains had been cut into the hem of his robe.

All the beauty in the world naturally retreats in his presence.

Goddess of Beauty looks good in anything, so naturally she looks good in women's clothing.

God of Wine followed behind him, looking much younger than everyone else present, with a clean-cut, youthful appearance and a touch of softness in his cheeks.

Su Xian'er was increasingly satisfied with what she saw, muttering, "This is the perfect time to dress up and wear women's clothes," as she walked along, she casually tidied his hair ornaments.

When God of Wine is dressed up, he presents a completely different scene.

She wore a pale yellow short skirt with a fluffy hem, trimmed with delicate white lace, like a newly opened daisy.

The wig that Su Xian'er picked out for him was also in the same color scheme, softly hanging down to his shoulders, with the ends tied into two bunches with two pink ribbons, swaying as he walked, making him incredibly cute.

The God of God of Wine's skin was fair, and against the backdrop of the pale yellow, it appeared even more delicate and flawless. Su Xian'er had applied a light touch of rouge to his cheeks, like the blush that naturally rose after secretly drinking half a pot of wine.

God of Wine wasn't intimidated at all; instead, she lifted her skirt, took a couple of steps, and twirled in front of everyone.

The skirt swirls open, like a circle of bright flowers.

After he finished spinning around, he didn't stop, and then tilted his head and made a peace sign.

"How am I? Aren't I super cute?"

Su Xian'er clutched her chest, exclaiming, "My darling is so handsome!"

Liu Yingying nodded repeatedly, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

The God of Wine, flattered by the praise, became even more excited. He skipped and hopped over to Wuma Xiu, tilting his head back and deliberately dangling the pearl flower at his temple. "Brother, am I beautiful?"

Wuma Xiu looked at the woman in front of him, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and who was dressed in a cute little dress as the God of Wine. His expression was complicated for a moment.

He managed to squeeze out a single word. "Beautiful."

Satisfied, God of Wine ran to Liu Yingying's side and entangled with her.

The Goddess of Beauty walked demurely to Wuma Xiu, looked down at him, and asked, "Little brother, do you think I'm more beautiful or he is?"

Wuma Xiu pointed at God of Wine and said without the slightest hesitation:

"He's beautiful."

One is called "older brother," and the other is called "younger brother"—what's there to consider?

The Goddess of Beauty was devastated and clung to Su Xian'er for comfort.

This is really bad.

He'd been so discouraged by his Old Self lately that he'd started to lose confidence. When he got back, he needed to find some new admirers to prove his beauty.

Wait, they even need to prove it?

He is the most beautiful!

The Goddess of Beauty's heart is full of twists and turns.

Su Xian'er looked longingly at her group of sons, each with their own unique talents, and lamented that she only had two hands; if she grabbed one, she would miss another.

Finally, she looked at Wuma Xiu:

"Xiu'er, you have so many now, why don't you give some to Mom?"

"Mom, don't need much, just this, this, that, that... Oh, the moon is so beautiful too."

"So, can Mom have them all?"

The more Su Xian'er looked, the happier she became, and the more incredible it seemed.

She only gave birth to one child in her entire life: Wuma Xiu.

Who would have thought that this child would grow up to learn to "mitosis," multiplying into several, each one growing on her heart.

Since she already has so many sons, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to abduct a few more, would it?

Moreover, when she wears women's clothing, she can also be her cute little darling.

It's not the kind that lets in drafts.

Liu Yingying nodded in agreement.

Although she was Wuma Xiu's grandmother by seniority, she looked to be only in her twenties, and standing next to Su Xian'er, they looked like sisters.

At this moment, she was still holding God of Wine in her arms, holding him so tightly that she was reluctant to let go.

Older people are most susceptible to the charm of children who know how to be both affectionate and adorable, especially when God of Wine calls her "Grandma" so sweetly, it melts her heart.

And it even looks like a padded jacket.

So well-behaved.

Their family desperately needs a daughter like this.

Although Wuma Sui and Wuma He didn't say anything, one stared at the Moon God and the other glanced at the Asura God from time to time. Their eyes showed appreciation, curiosity, and a hint of wanting to take the child away.

Wuma Xiu saw it all; how could he not understand?

"Fine, why didn't you take Chun with you!"

Wuma Xiu was unhappy.

He knew perfectly well that it was unreasonable for him to be jealous of himself, but when jealousy took hold, he didn't care about reason anymore.

He watched as his mother and grandmother affectionately called him "Yue'er" and "Jiu'er," while his own treatment was taken away from them, and his heart ached with jealousy.

Upon hearing Su Xian'er's eyes instantly lit up like fireworks:

"Xiu'er, can we take Chun'er with us too? That would be wonderful!"

Wuma Xiu's face immediately puffed up like a steamed bun.

I was so angry, my teeth ached.

Why did he have to say that extra thing?

Spring God hugged Wuma Xiu, patted his back, and said, "I'm not leaving."

His voice was similar to Wuma Xiu's, but gentler and softer, falling softly into people's ears. He turned his head to look at Su Xian'er and the others, his eyes filled with apology, and said gently:

"I have three younger brothers at home, and I also have some things to take care of. I can't be with my parents and grandparents, please forgive me."