His expression became increasingly grim, and Zhiyun immediately changed the subject, "You probably can't wear Zhifei's clothes, and since Zhifei can't bring clothes up here right now, I'll sew them for you with needle and thread. Just don't mind."

"Those who knit and sew are not disdained."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off his shirt and handed it to Zhiyun.

Look at the beautiful scenery in front of you.

Zhiyun: “…”

There was still some warmth on the shirt in my hand.

Zhiyun couldn't help but sniff it, it was a completely subconscious action, it had a very refreshing minty scent, very pleasant.

As soon as she looked up, she met Han Qingrang's scorching gaze. Zhiyun's face froze, and she quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to smell it to see if there was any smell. After you sew the buttons, I can wash them for you. I have a dryer anyway."

Han Qing let the smile in his eyes grow stronger and asked her: "So, do you smell anything?"

Zhiyun wanted to shake her head, but finally said, "Mm, it smells good, just like you."

This answer is definitely correct.

Sure enough, it pleased him very accurately.

Then he slowly approached her. Zhiyun retreated, and he continued to move closer, pressing her against the closet door. "Zhizhi, you can smell me carefully to see if it's a scent you like."

Zhiyun: “…”

Oh my gosh!!

Dr. Han's two-faced personality completely shattered her three views.

"Stop making trouble, be good and put on some clothes quickly. It would be bad if you catch a cold. I'll go and sew buttons for you, just wait for me." She pushed him away and went to the drawer to find needle and thread.

These needles and threads were prepared by her mother in the drawer.

I wanted to find some time to teach her needlework, but I just couldn't find the time. The original owner didn't want to touch these things either. The sewing box she took out from the drawer was still brand new.

Zhiyun has done needlework once or twice, once embroidery and once to sew a rag doll for a little girl in an orphanage.

I'm not unfamiliar with needlework.

Picking up the button, she was quite quick and finished sewing it in just a few minutes, but it was far from the original. She thought it would be fine as long as the button didn't fall off.

"alright."

She put down her workbox and came over with the shirt.

Han Qingrang was wearing a windbreaker. He watched her for as long as she sat there sewing.

The moment she started sewing, he knew in his heart that this dress would become a precious part of his, because it was a dress on which Zhizhi had sewed the buttons herself.

Taking the shirt, he took it off and changed it in front of her.

Just buttoning...

Han Qingrang sat down on the edge of the bed, tapping the quilt with his fingertips: "Zhizhi, come and help me button it up."

Zhiyun, who was packing up her sewing box, turned around and asked, "Do you want my help buttoning your clothes?"

"Yeah." He had a harmless smile on his face.

Zhiyun had no choice but to put away the sewing box and come over to help him.

"Well, please stand up. It will be easier to dunk if you stand up."

Han Qingrang was reluctant, and his tone was anxious: "Zhizhi, hurry up."

The way he looks, I really want someone to beat him up to vent my anger.

How can you be so delicate!

But she was willing to pamper him.

This damn thing is willing.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't looking for a boyfriend, I was looking for an ancestor...

There is no other way, you have to obey.

Zhiyun sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to button his shirt.

When he buttoned it, his neck tilted up slightly, revealing his protruding Adam's apple, which moved up and down clearly.

Then, he slowly rested his elbows on the quilt, tilted his neck, and slightly parted his thin, crimson lips...

He was clearly just buttoning his shirt, but he acted like he was enjoying it immensely...