บท 227: He Might Not Cooperate

Jiang Ye, who was hanging from the wire, jumped down from the eaves in a white robe embroidered with cloud patterns.

He held the fan in his hand. His graceful posture was like a snow lotus on a snowy mountain. He was unreachable, but it made people unable to help but look at him.

"He looks too good in that outfit." Lin Jiao had seen handsome men in ancient clothes before, but unlike Jiang Ye, they did not give people a visual impact.

Pei Yilan smiled. "Yes." She could not bear to look away. "I'll buy two more sets of ancient clothes for him to wear later."

"Wear it at night?"

"You know me the best."

She often said that she wanted to do this and that to him. It was difficult for Lin Jiao not to understand. "The ancient clothes are a little heavy. Don't you find it troublesome?"

"No." Pei Yilan's patience was endless.