"Husband, aren't you coming up to change yet?" Comrade Xiao Qian stood in the second-floor hallway holding a pile of clothes.
"Coming." Seizing the opportunity to shake off the clingy Rabbit Demon, An Yang stood up and headed upstairs, saying as he walked, "It's all the same what I wear at home, changing a little later is fine, right?"
"Weiwei is coming over later. Do you want Weiwei to see you playing cosplay at home?" Comrade Xiao Qian looked him up and down. "Not to mention, if Husband's outfit here didn't speak, it actually has quite a vibe—sort of like an ancient strategist or a Western Mage."
"What ancient times? Aren't you a person from ancient times yourself? Since that's the case, shouldn't you say 'back in our day'? And you even know what cosplay is; your progress is really too fast."
"Alright, go change your clothes already!"
"What's the rush? Weiwei won't find it strange seeing me like this," An Yang said discontentedly.
"How could she not find it strange? In her heart, your image should be soaring through the clouds in gorgeous Daoist robes, not looking like a Western wizard. Besides..." Comrade Xiao Qian trailed off, a smile suddenly curving the corner of her lips. "Since Husband doesn't want to change, then don't. I'll go hang the clothes back up."
"Uh, I didn't say I wasn't changing." An Yang quickly took the clothes from her hand. "What did you just say, besides what?"
"Nothing at all. What is Husband trying to say?" Comrade Xiao Qian stared at him with a deadpan expression.
"Huh? Could it be I misheard?"
"Impossible, right?" Comrade Xiao Qian said.
With that, An Yang didn't press further, taking the clothes and heading back to his room to change.
After changing into a set of