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He originally wanted to make clothes for Zhan Xiaolou, but his reputation didn't make sense. However, ever since his mother agreed to marry him in a year, he had always been thinking of making clothes for Zhan Xiaolou.

Holding the purple silk cloth in her hand, Zhan Xiaolou could feel the silver threads slowly outlining the silver plum blossoms. At the hem of her clothes, there were several silver plums. Even though she wasn't wearing this kind of clothing, she could imagine just what kind of appearance she would have once she wore it.

"So beautiful!"

"Argh, hiss!"

Because of Zhan Xiaolou's sudden words, the previously focused Hua Ruo habitually hid the clothes in her hands behind her back. However, while she was panicking, she accidentally touched the tip of the needle. A drop of blood quickly emerged from her white fingertips.

The red bead of blood coincidentally landed on the flower heart of a silver plum. Hua Rui panicked a little and wanted to remove the drop of blood. He had embroidered this piece of clothes for a long time and was about to finish it, but something like this happened!

Seeing Hua Ruo's flustered look, Zhan Xiaolou smiled and stretched out his hand. He wanted to hold onto Hua Ruo's hand, but Hua Ruo reflexively put her finger into her mouth. However, in the next second, he discovered that the person who spoke just now seemed to be Zhan Xiaolou.

Seeing Zhan Xiaolou looking at her like this, Hua Ruo's cheeks quickly grew hot. She took her fingers out from her mouth, secretly put them behind her, and lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhan Xiaolou's eyes. Her red face was like a ripe tomato.

"Why are you so shy? "It's my fault that you were stabbed in the hand. However, this drop of blood has dyed this silver plum especially alluring."

Hearing Zhan Xiaolou's words, Hua Ruo immediately shook her head. "I don't blame you. It was I who didn't hear your footsteps. How did you know that these clothes were for you?"

Hua Ruo's voice was very soft, different from her perseverance. She was a typical man who was obsessed with women. She could embroider, do clothes, do all kinds of household chores, be serious, be obedient, and very good at taking care of others.

"The clothes you embroidered for your young daughter's family, if they weren't mine, who else could they belong to?"

Zhan Xiaolou didn't continue arguing with Hua Ruo. After saying that, he immediately grabbed Hua Ruo's hand from behind his back and opened a bottle of medicine from the medicine box that he always carried with him.

Following Zhan Xiaolou's movements, Hua Ruo only felt his heart being struck. It was the first time that he was so close to Zhan Xiaolou. When Zhan Xiaolou finished applying the medicine and raised his head to look at Hua Ruo, he discovered that Hua Ruo was staring at him.

"What's wrong?"

Zhan Xiaolou's voice was very soft and carried a clean scent of soap. It didn't have the same scent of makeup that his mother and elder sister would have. Hua Ruo really liked Zhan Xiaolou.

However, the more famous Zhan Xiaolou became, the more inferiority he felt that his status was not enough for Zhan Xiaolou. When the news spread that Zhan Xiaolou's husband was the son of General Qu, Hua Ruo felt that he could not marry Zhan Xiaolou in this lifetime. However, a few days later, his mother told him that in one year, Zhan Xiaolou would marry him.

Because of his inferiority complex, he always wanted to take care of Battle Tower in his daily life. Sometimes, things that Battle Tower hadn't thought of, he would always think of doing for her when they were unknown.