"What is this?" Jiang Yutang didn"t react at that moment. This thing is small, just a piece of gauze, as light as a handkerchief.
As he said, he picked it up and looked at it.
The apron is made of moonlight yarn, which is newly supplied by Suzhou. When you sip it in the palm of your hand, you can see it clearly with your fingers.
Such a thin layer, as if half covering the face with a pipa, separated by a layer of gauze, the more hazy it is, the more seductive it is.
Jiang Yutang reacted and cursed with swear words.
He put down the tray and bent over to look at Master Ruanshan, with a magnanimous expression on his face: "Zhao Lu did it."
"I asked someone to make you some women"s clothes. He must have misheard."
Shen Qingyun nodded, but there was no turbulence on his face. Instead, sh
