Xie Luohe was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed in rest and her breathing even. When Zheng Xiu walked in, she opened her eyes and glanced at Xiaotao.
Xiaotao presented a folded fan to Zheng Xiu with both hands. "Sir, this is... from my lady."
She didn't even notice the sour, jealous tinge to her own voice as she spoke.
Zheng Xiu didn't refuse, nor did he ask any questions. He was gradually getting used to Xie Luohe's domineering ways, and was even starting to enjoy it. The paper fan was surprisingly heavy in his hand; its ribs were forged from fine iron. With a sharp SNAP, Zheng Xiu flicked the fan open. Four carefree words were written on its surface: "Carefree in the Mortal World."
Huh?
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu's eye twitched. "Xiao Buping's fan?"
Xie Luohe looked up and retorted, "Is there a problem?"
"Nope. You'd just say that everything in Yunhe Village belongs to you, and you can give it to whomever you please," Zheng Xiu retorted.
Xiaotao was dumbfounded.
