Xuanyuan Que looked up from his book and glanced at her before asking a question that was off the topic, "Does this dress still chafe your skin when you wear it?"
Ruo Xuan lifted her sleeve to reveal a section of her plump little arm, "No, it's very soft and comfortable."
The clothing was very fairy-like, and the fabric was soft. Ruo Xuan casually rubbed her arms, finally free from the feeling of rough fabric chafing her skin.
Her chubby little arms no longer showed any red spots.
Xuanyuan Que silently shifted his gaze away, intending to talk to her about the propriety of male-female interactions.
Just then, the old lady of Xuanyuan's household came in with his three siblings, all smiling. Upon seeing Ruo Xuan's attire, her eyes lit up, "Xuanbao looks so beautiful in these clothes! Just like a little fairy."
Xuanyuan Que was about to remind Ruo Xuan not to say that he was the one who gave it to her.
Ruo Xuan cheerfully said, "Brother Xuanyuan gave it to me."
