"What... what exactly is going on? What exactly is going on?"
Ruan Hongzhuang felt her worldview being challenged as she watched the tissue spinning on the tip of Shen Siyuan's finger.
As for the handkerchief-twirling in Errenzhuan (a kind of traditional Chinese double act), it needs a somewhat substantial handkerchief to be spun, but this kind of disposable napkin is so light that it theoretically couldn't be spun at all.
"I told you, I'm a Magician."
Shen Siyuan assertively pulled her palm over and then pressed his palm against hers.
Ruan Hongzhuang hadn't even had time to be puzzled when she suddenly felt something appear in her palm.
Looking down, she saw a fresh and dewy rose appear in her palm, and this time Shen Siyuan hadn't even snapped his fingers—it just appeared out of nowhere.