"If Senior Sister feels discontent, you can join me. I'll explain your efforts to Miss Ye Luo!" However, after being influenced by Zhuo Qinghui for this period, Zhou Feng also learned Zhuo Qinghui's usual rhetoric.
"I have no interest in that. Ah... I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to bed!" With Zhuo Qinghui's profound martial skills, how could Zhou Feng possibly be her match? She waved the similarly white handkerchief in her hand, and with a fragrant breeze, she was out the door before Zhou Feng, really entering her own room.
The white handkerchief continued to dance in mid-air, then gently settled into Zhou Feng's hand, leaving him in a dilemma of whether to accept it or not.
Hesitating for a moment, Zhou Feng decided to grasp the handkerchief, neatly folded it, and tossed it into the Qiankun Bag. He planned to return the handkerchief to Zhuo Qinghui when the opportunity arose.
