"Do you think this... burgundy suits me?"
Feng Han had never heard the name "burgundy." In his eyes, it was simply red, the color often used for wedding robes.
"Are you going to do this or not? You wouldn't choose a color yourself, and now you have so many questions about the one I picked."
Su Qiao was getting impatient.
She had chosen it carefully. She had even thought through the style and patterns of the clothes before settling on this color.
He was fair-skinned, with long, narrow phoenix eyes and delicate features touched with a hint of feminine, wicked charm. Especially when he curved his lips in a faint smile, he possessed an extraordinary allure.
With his temperament, he suited this somewhat mysterious burgundy that was not overly ostentatious.
His current appearance was somewhat similar to how he had looked in the Vampire Plane, only not quite as pale.
Feng Han covered his lips and coughed twice. "Ahem, ahem. Make it however you want. I'll go with your choice."
He did not dare object again, afraid she would refuse to make it in a fit of anger.
Su Qiao shot him a sideways glance. "Wouldn't it have been better to say that from the start?"
Honestly, gentleness was useless with him. Every time, she had to lose her temper before he would obediently listen.
Su Qiao muttered something, took the fabric from the eunuch, and turned around to place it on the table for cutting.
Feng Han followed behind her. "No need to take measurements?"
"No need. My eye for measurements is still pretty good." When she had agreed to make him a suit of clothes, Su Qiao had already roughly assessed his figure by sight.
Feng Han raised an eyebrow and leaned against the edge of the table.