Heng Yi was still very reserved. When no one was around, he liked to hug Han Qiao, kiss her, and lean against her. He didn't do anything more than that most of the time, but just holding her made his heart soften.
Han Qiao was happier than Heng Yi.
She took his constable uniform and gestured at him. "Hurry up and change. I want to see."
"Alright."
Heng Yi carried the clothes to the inner room.
He quickly changed out.
Han Qiao's eyes lit up when she saw him.
"So handsome."
She couldn't help but praise him, then went up to tidy Heng Yi's clothes.
"It's said that clothes make the man. With this change, your aura is different."
"Hurry up and put the sword on it."
She reached for the weapon.
It was so heavy that she almost couldn't lift it up.
Heng Yi immediately took it. "I'll take it. It's heavy."
"It is a little heavy. About ten catties at least."
Han Qiao estimated.