The Saintess Qian Ling smiled and took a package off her shoulder.
She opened the package, revealing two sets of clothes.
"These are the outfits I've prepared for you!" Saintess Qian Ling said with a radiant smile, "To be honest, now is the time for some flirtation. How about reciting an old flirtatious poem?"
"A virtuous wife's sewing needle, clothing for her husband, stitching it densely, worried he might return late."
Saintess Qian Ling glared at him fiercely, "Do you think I haven't heard this poem? At Tashan Lake, I had a poetry collection in my hand. It's 'A mother's sewing needle, clothing for her wandering child.' You're not flirting; you're just calling me old..."
Getting more and more annoyed, she threw the clothes at Lin Xiaosu.
Lin Xiaosu laughed heartily, "I just wanted to see how much you remember from reading Daxia's ancient poetry every day, and wow, you're really into it..."
He rolled and retreated into the grass.
Soon, he came out.
