He feigned a desire to sniff the scent of the handkerchief again.
"Brother Rong, you're so annoying, give me back my handkerchief..." Little Qian'er blushed and reached out her hand.
Zhao Rong smiled and handed it back. This was indeed a private item of a young lady, and after tonight, it would carry another layer of important significance.
"Hmph."
A certain woman with autumnal eyes suddenly snorted softly.
Whether intentional or not, it immediately drew the attention of Zhao Rong and Little Qian'er towards her.
Zhao Lingfei didn't even glance at a certain big oaf.
Her delicate chin was slightly raised, gazing directly towards the direction outside the bed.
Flipping her hand, she took out a white wedding handkerchief, embroidered with the familiar plump ducks Zhao Rong knew well.
At this moment, it was placed in front of Zhao Lingfei.
At the same time, she gracefully pinched her fingers and plucked the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower from beside her ear.
