The constable sized him up from head to toe and said, "Actually, after looking for a while, you're pretty decent-looking. There are rougher-built girls in the city too—if you don't look closely you can't tell the difference."
With rouge and eyebrow makeup on, Xie Yu really did look the part.
His originally cold, sharp face now seemed a bit androgynous.
Mo Yanchi stared at him for a moment and said, "Can you soften your expression a little? What kind of woman walks around with a 'I'm about to kill someone' look all the time?"
Xie Yu tried hard to imitate a refined lady's lip-pressing.
Mo Yanchi burst out laughing, then said, "Now that's more like it."
He completely changed his attitude: "Arrest officer, I think my third disciple is very suitable. Just let him be the bait to lure the enemy out."
As he spoke, he pulled Zhi'er behind him.
"My little disciple doesn't need to go. You only need one girl, and now you've found her, haven't you?"
The constable was stunned. "Ah? This…"
