When Zhao Ruoxin saw that the threads of the embroidered silk handkerchief that Yuan Xuan used were so fine that they resembled fine snow at the beginning of spring, she could not help but reach her hand out and stroke it. She quietly said, "Brother is truly an exquisite man. Even your handkerchief is so delicate..."
Yuan Xuan had just wiped the corners of his mouth with it. He did not know whether this woman had intentionally caressed that spot with her slender fingers. Nonetheless, her ambiguous intentions were indescribable.
The people who were present were all adults who understood her blunt actions seeing it...
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was unhappy with the previously happy couple which she had turned into a trio now. The silly intentions she had for Yuan Xuan were revealed without any reservations.
