[ Jin Ling feels like he’s about to combust, his face so hot it could set fire to this whole booth. He doesn’t even have a wity (is he ever wity??) retort, he’s just going to try not to think too hard about how Jingyi thinks he’s pretty, thanks. ]

Whatever, Lans are prettier. [ Grumbled half under his breath. ] Sizhui should be A-Qing if we’re going by that standard.

[ He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think hard about what he wanted to look like and not the fact that he sort of wanted to die, and thus did not see the fact that Zizhen presses the random button anyway.

When they piled out of the booth, he went straight for the mirror. And then choked.

Cool, great, he was a girl version of himself again, but this time he was in Lan clan robes. As if he’d married int— ]

This thing is broken!! I wanted to be Song Lan!!