He seemed very nervous. He hugged his knees, his back tense, and didn’t dare to look at me.

“Did you really call Raffles your wife back then?” I asked.

His body trembled. The tension in his back relaxed. He scratched his head bashfully as he turned around, still hugging his knees. “Mm.” He nodded embarrassedly. Under his curly hair, his ears were blushing. “How would I know how to differentiate guys and girls... Raffles has long hair and he looks like that. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not making fun of him!” He looked at me anxiously and explained, “I don’t mean to say that he looks like a girl.”

I laughed. Raffles did look very pretty, to the point that it was hard to tell if he was a guy...