Liancheng Yazhi took the opportunity to reach out and take out the handkerchief that he had simply stuffed in and handed it to Xia Xuanmo. this is a new one. I haven't used it even once, so I'm giving it to you.
Liancheng Yazhi didn't say that he was lending it to her, but that it was a gift. Since he gave it to Xia Xuanmo, it was his thing. As for whether he wanted to take it to wipe Cheng mi 'er's sweat, it had nothing to do with him.
Xia Xuanmo gritted his teeth in hatred. He didn't know what Liancheng Yazhi was going to do, but seeing Liancheng Yazhi keep winking at him, Xia Xuanmo endured it.
He clenched his handkerchief and looked at Cheng mi 'er. miss Cheng, there's some sweat on your face. You should wipe it.
Cheng mi 'er happily took it and wiped the sweat on her palms, then wiped the thin sweat on her forehead and nose. She was so happy that it was as if she had eaten honey.
