Hu Yunyi's old face turned a bit red, and he whispered, "It's… the cloth used by women during their menstrual period."
Oh?
The Jing Country version of Seventh Space… Zhou Xuan felt lines of bewilderment on his forehead, reminding himself next time he encounters a strange term, not to ask so loudly.
Soon, he reacted again, pointing at the red rope on San Wa's head, and asked, "Then this rope…"
"Oh, it's also made of riding cloth."
"It's over… I feel like my hand is dirty now." Zhou Xuan thought about how he used the red rope to tie San Wa's hair, and unreasonably felt his "hand" was a bit repulsive, involuntarily moving his "right hand" further away.
"Mister, do you have any riding cloth?" Hu Yunyi chose to bring up the troublesome topic.
"I'm a grown man, what would I need riding cloth for?"
"If you don't have any, San Wa might need to run. You take this." Hu Yunyi said while trying to untie a swaddle.
