If she had been alone, it would have been fine, and she wouldn't have had to worry about much. But now she had an entire family to look after.
"This time, I bought you some simple, plain ones."
Feng Han propped up his chin and quietly smiled at her.
Su Qiao really wanted to roll her eyes.
This guy...
Last time, when she refused the gorgeous clothes, he had already prepared some ordinary fabric.
And this time, he had prepared a backup plan in advance, too.
"To get me to accept them, you really went to a lot of trouble."
Feng Han sighed. "Sigh, what can I do when I happen to meet someone who doesn't covet wealth, doesn't love currying favor with the powerful, and even looks down on me?"
Damn, Host, that was a confession, right? A blatant confession, right? Right?
444 was completely stunned, okay?
Who would have thought? Usually, Feng Han acted cold and indifferent toward everyone, yet he could actually say something like that.
Host, the way he's acting, that's enough to qualify him as a lecher, right? If this doesn't count, then what would?
Isn't it? I'm the one who decides that.
Su Qiao naturally wasn't embarrassed. She glared at him unhappily. "I'm only fourteen. Is what you're doing really appropriate?"
Feng Han continued smiling at her lightly. "Some of the palace maidens selected for the imperial selection are only thirteen."
"There are also plenty of people who get married at fourteen."
"Most importantly, you aren't an ordinary fourteen-year-old girl."
"You make me sound like I'm very old." Su Qiao curled her lips and continued drinking her porridge.
Feng Han raised his brows. "Not old. Special."
"Drink slowly. Don't choke. If you like it, there's plenty more at the villa."
"I'm just drinking it