Bo Shiwu stood there, stunned, holding the black top in her hand...

Then Qiao He noticed with her sharp eyes that the armpit of the man with the broken sleeve was torn.

It cracked...

Qiao He burst out laughing.

"What are you doing, you little burden? Your clothes are all worn out." Qiao He smiled and looked at him with her eyes crinkled.

Her eyes kept scanning his beautiful chest and abdominal muscles.

Extremely presumptuous.

That look made Bo Shiwu's ears turn slightly red. She awkwardly held the clothes and said in a hoarse voice, "I accidentally tore the clothes when I was taking them off. I'm sorry... These were bought with your money last time."

Qiao He suppressed a laugh, "Why are you apologizing? Don't be so polite with me."

"It's just a piece of clothing, hurry up and throw it in the trash!" Qiao He gestured to him with her eyes to throw it away.

Bo Shiwu said earnestly, "Actually, it can still be worn after some mending. Miss Qiao, do you have any needles and thread at home?"

Qiao He was slightly taken aback. "Huh? Needle and thread?!"

Bo Shiwu nodded: "Do you have needles and thread?"

Qiao He thought to herself: No way, no way? Bo Shiwu, this man, can actually do needlework?

She's grown up and still doesn't know how...

"Let me look for it." Qiao He jumped up from the sofa, waking Qiao Ju up.

The little gas cylinder gave an adorable yawn, smacked its little mouth, and meowed sweetly.

It seems to be expressing dissatisfaction at being woken up.

Before long, Qiao He pulled out a sewing box from a corner and tossed it to Bo Shiwu.

"Here, use this." Qiao He continued to curl up on the sofa and lie flat.

Then she saw the man, shirtless, sitting opposite her, and indeed began sewing clothes stitch by stitch.

It looks quite professional.

Most importantly, that handsome face and that physique.

It's so delicious it makes my mouth water...

The phrase "beauty that is pleasing to the eye" must refer to the true form of Bo Shiwu.

Qiao He never expected that he would have such a high level of wifely qualities!

Not only is she a great cook, she can even sew!

Qiao He was incredibly impressed. She asked him, "You really can't remember who you were before? Even the police couldn't find your identity. You're not an unregistered resident, are you?"

"Or, did they come smuggled in?" Qiao He blinked her big eyes, staring at Bo Shiwu along with the three kittens.

Four adorable eyes stared at Bo Shiwu, and his hand trembled, almost stabbing his own finger.

"I really can't remember, I only have a very vague impression..." Bo Shiwu murmured, seemingly lost in memories.

Those jumbled memories seemed shrouded in a mist.

When Bo Shiwu tries to seriously recall these things, they turn into sharp blades, stabbing fiercely into his temples!

The man's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he rubbed his temples with a grim expression.

"If you can't remember, that's fine. Amnesia takes time; you might remember someday." Qiao He could tell that Bo Shiwu truly couldn't remember.

She has never experienced amnesia, so she doesn't know what it feels like for someone who has amnesia.

There is a high probability that...

I don't feel a sense of belonging.

This applies to everything.

"It's sewn up," Bo Shiwu said softly, and then Qiao He saw him put on his clothes.

Qiao He: "..." Can't I let her watch for a few more seconds?

What a feast for the eyes!

Such a beautiful body...

Bo Shiwu's heart raced as he felt Qiao He staring intently at him. He whispered, "Miss Qiao, since you're free now, I'll teach you martial arts."

Qiao He said lazily, "No~ unless you take off your shirt and teach me."

Thin Mist: "..."

"Miss Qiao, are you serious?" Bo Shiwu's fair earlobes were turning red, like beautiful cherries.

"Of course! Only abs can motivate me to learn martial arts!" Qiao He blinked her bright, starry eyes, her face full of slyness.

Bo Shiwu was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent.

Sure enough, he took off his shirt again.

Qiao He: "!!!" Holy crap, she was just joking!

How come the burden has really been removed?!

Bo Shiwu's voice was hoarse, and she didn't dare to look directly at Qiao He. She said in a low voice, "Okay, is this alright?"

Qiao He's mouth was agape, it couldn't be more amazing.

Slurp...

Oh no, I almost drooled.

She coughed lightly, "Then let's go!"

Bo Shiwu hummed in agreement and began to explain the fighting techniques to Qiao He seriously.

And how exactly to attack the opponent's weaknesses!

Qiao He listened with great interest, but her eyes kept glancing at Bo Shiwu's abs.

It looks so good! It's a thin layer, not like the kind of muscular men who build muscle in the gym, but the kind of firm, powerful abs that exude sex appeal!

It's perfect.

Bo Shiwu didn't know where to put her hands under his gaze, so she could only brace herself...

Continue explaining.

After explaining the basic theory, Bo Shiwu began to have Qiao He practice actual combat.

Since it's going to be a real-world exercise, physical contact is unavoidable.

Bo Shiwu was silent for a while, then turned his gaze to Qiao Ju, who was sleeping.

He knew that Qiao Ju had the best personality; she would let him pet her and hug her... well, not yet, she wouldn't let him kiss her.

So, Bo Shiwu picked up Qiao Ju, the little gas canister, and began to demonstrate, treating Qiao Ju as an enemy.

Qiao Ju's cat eyes widened from the commotion, and she uttered a confused "Meow? Meow meow meow?"

Qiao He chuckled, "Hahaha... you little burden, you really treat Qiao Ju as an acting partner!"

Bo Shiwu said earnestly, "Yes, this way you can see it more clearly, Miss Qiao."

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