“Whoa! You’re not offended, are you? How about if the three of us agree to have post-gender relations? I’m done talking about it. In the end, all three of us have been seriously warped by gender labels. Everybody has, more or less. The only difference is, we’re the blessed children of Tripitaka. We’ll talk about it later.” Blushing, Chu Kuang extended his hand in a gesture of solidarity.
