C271 Scratch Rice

"This …" The assistants behind her were dumbfounded. Was this asking their eldest miss to collect the hair of an unfamiliar man? Isn't that a bit too much?

However, Zheng Ruyan's reaction was different from theirs. Instead, she solemnly held her hair in her palm, afraid that she would fly away in the next second.

Miss Zheng, I had originally wanted to imbue you with a stream of Zhen Qi