Su Muyao's eyes lit up, "Sure, let's try it later."
She really liked the clothes made from Snake Shedding. The fabric was light and breathable, very comfortable to wear.
It's incomparable to other fabrics.
So, Su Muyao was quite looking forward to it.
Seeing Su Muyao's expression, Wen Nanxi knew she liked it, and smiled gently, his warmth almost overflowing.
But thinking of the time she wore the small clothes he made from Snake Shedding, Wen Nanxi's gaze darkened, a wave surged in his eyes, and his throat rolled slightly.
However, he suppressed the undertow and continued making clothes for Zaizai with his head down.
Su Muyao naturally didn't notice this; she just watched Wen Nanxi's fingers.
His fingers were long and jade-like, with distinct joints, very pleasing to the eye, and watching him sew was delightful.
Someone so noble doing this looked perfectly harmonious, every movement elegant.
Su Muyao felt like she could watch for a long time.
