C387 Kernels

This slight turn of the body was perfect for blocking his and the servant girl's movements. After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Qing Xiu actually threw a crimson handkerchief on the ground, as though she was waiting for someone to pick it up.

"Is that handkerchief her thing?" Rong Xiu said.

Xiao Cha shook her head. "I heard Miss Zhu doesn't like this vermillion color, but she does like cyan