"Wait a moment." Wei Yao saw the other person at the window and hurriedly called out to them, handing over a sachet: "This is for you."
Qi Jingyi took it and discovered a cluster of bamboo embroidered on it, instantly smiling: "From now on, all the needlework on my clothes will be entrusted to you. I won't use anything embroidered by other women ever again."
"Do you want to work me to death?"
"Then I'll use the embroiderer's..."
"No way." Wei Yao quickly glared, "In a few days, you'll change everything you're wearing. If I ever see needlework from other women on you, I'll poke you with a needle."
"Most venomous is a woman's heart!" Qi Jingyi laughed, rubbing Wei Yao's head, "But I like it!" This version of Wei Yao had a certain reminiscent quality of Xinxin, and as the thought came to him, he suddenly felt a bit guilty, and could only swiftly leave that boudoir room.
