Taking advantage of the moment when Pei Huaiyu was not paying attention, Ruan Jiaojiao quickly shoved a handkerchief into his arms. It still had a lotus flower she had embroidered herself—though her embroidery skills were truly nothing to write home about, so it was actually quite hard to tell that the thing on the handkerchief was supposed to be a flower.
At least, that was what Ruan Jiaojiao thought.
The moment Ruan Jiaojiao pulled her hand back, her wrist was caught in Pei Huaiyu’s warm palm.
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