A few minutes later, Xia Linfei looked away from the microscope and turned to Su Yuan. She studied her closely for a long while. At last, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She reached out and tugged, pulling Su Yuan over from the chair. "Well, I was wondering why there was such a pretty boy here. Turns out you're a tomboy!!"
Holding Su Yuan in her arms, Xia Linfei ruffled her hair, then slipped a hand toward her chest. It fit nicely in her palm, and she found that Su Yuan was more than well-endowed—soft and lovely.
"Sister Xia, don't do that!!" Su Yuan said sternly.
She hated the boundaryless horseplay girls got up to with each other. She especially couldn't stand Xia Linfei treating her like a little girl. She'd once heard that men were like peaches and women like eggs: men were soft on the outside and hard within, so you had to nibble and bite slowly; women had hard shells and soft insides, so you had to handle them gently.
Men weren't afraid of climbing mountains and crossing ridges, but women were afraid of hurting their fingers. She didn't want that kind of "delicacy"!
"All right, all right. I'll stop teasing you." Xia Linfei reluctantly let go of Su Yuan.
The two fell silent. After a while, Xia Linfei said, "Actually, I'd already guessed you might be a girl. I just didn't want to ask you outright and risk hurting your pride."
Hearing that, Su Yuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She really wanted to tell her, You've already hurt my pride with that remark.
She'd thought Xia Linfei would ask why she'd "dressed up" as a boy. Su Yuan had even prepared to borrow one of the usual excuses from