Su Qiao casually said as she ate some pastries, "Mm, it's done. Go try it and see if it fits."
Feng Han undid the bundle and took out the clothes inside to look them over.
They were wine-red, embroidered with auspicious silver patterns, with a ring of silver-trimmed floral edging along the double lapels and sleeve hems. They really did look good.
It was just that... the longer he looked, the more they resembled wedding clothes.
The meaning in Feng Han's eyes deepened, and he smiled. "Good."
After finishing the pastries and filling her stomach a little, Su Qiao removed the hand clappers and was just about to head to the kitchen in the back when the man, wearing only a white inner robe and holding the wine-red robe Su Qiao had made, emerged from the inner room.
With an innocent look, he lifted the sash around his waist. "How do I fasten this?"
Su Qiao was speechless. "I only made an ordinary robe. It's not some bizarre outfit, is it?"
Feng Han blinked, his expression utterly composed. "I never put on my own clothes."
Su Qiao's lips twitched.
He really had it easy. He did not even have to dress himself.
If this had been modern times, he would have been a man-child.
"Where is everyone?"
Su Qiao had originally intended to have Little Gui and the others help him get dressed, but when she turned around, there was not a soul in the main hall.
Feng Han said without changing expression, "They all went to prepare lunch."
"They all left?" How could she possibly believe that?
"Yuan Wu and the others have things to attend to." Feng Han casually draped the robe over himself, took the waist sash, and walked over to her.
Su Qiao stared at him