Aoqian suddenly fell silent, making Song Xiwei feel uncertain.
Did he manage to appease her or not?
The air pressure is a bit low...
Song Xiwei was wondering how to ease the tension.
Ao spoke in a low voice, "It's my problem."
"Uh..." His tone wasn't very good, so he had worked hard all night but got nothing in return and messed things up?
"Wait a moment." After a while, Aoqian looked up at her and said seriously.
Song Xiwei was completely confused and hadn't yet figured out what he meant when she saw Aoqian take the tray and get up to go behind the screen.
After a while, he changed into new clothes and came out from behind the screen.
Aoqian's face showed unease as he stared at Song Xiwei, biting his lip lightly. After a pause, he said, "The clothes fit perfectly. With my figure, it shouldn't be an insult to your skills..."
Song Xiwei was stunned.
It's not that I haven't seen any good-looking people.
It's just that it's a wonderful feeling to have someone who made the clothes themselves wear them, someone who is so beautiful and has such a great figure.
Her heart was burning, and her face was also a little hot. What was even more unbearable was that her gaze towards Aoqian was completely out of control, as if she wanted to stick to him.
When she came to her senses, Ao Qian was already standing in front of her. At this moment, she could see the joy in Ao Qian's expression more clearly.
He was appeased; he really liked the outfit.
"Your needlework is so skillful, who else have you made clothes for besides me?" Aoqian asked casually, but Song Xiwei knew very well that she could not hesitate or be perfunctory about this question.
She spoke frankly, "Besides myself, only you, Shaojun, have ever worn clothes that I made by hand."
This answer indeed satisfied Aoqian.
He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his voice reaching her ears, "Yes, only you are qualified to taste the food I make myself."
Song Xiwei: "..." Actually, she really wanted to talk to Aoqian about whether it would be okay to eat only one meal a day from now on. She was sometimes really busy and didn't have that much free time. Besides, eating so much at each of the three meals made her stomach really full.
However, before she could say these words, she saw Aoqian touching and staring at his new clothes with obvious delight.
Ao Qian said, "I will wear it every day."
And Aoqian did indeed wear it every day, just as he said.
Song Xiwei chose this fabric because it is very precious, and Aoqian has a good temperament, so she can definitely pull it off.
However, no matter how beautiful the clothes are, you can't wear them every day. Changing them occasionally can give you a different style.
But Aoqian took it too seriously.
Song Xiwei had seen Aoqian wearing this outfit and wandering around right under her nose for several days in a row.
Even Xiao Zhuang was puzzled, "The young master's cuffs are all frayed, why doesn't he change his clothes? Has he gone bankrupt?"
Song Xiwei scoffed, "He has plenty of clothes in his space, he just doesn't want to change."
"Uh, that's weird." Xiao Zhuang felt a chill run down his spine.
On the other side, Aoqian had just finished his daily training and went into the kitchen again.
Ruoliao and the others waited outside, not daring to disturb them.
When Aoqian came out of the kitchen carrying a sumptuous meal, he saw Ruoliao staring at his clothes in a daze.
Aoqian held his head high and puffed out his chest, as if to say, "Look all you want, look all you want," wanting everyone to know that he really liked this outfit.
When Song Xiwei saw that Aoqian was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, she knew he couldn't hold back any longer.
“Young Master, although you cleanse yourself with the Cleansing spell every day, the fabric is still just ordinary stuff and the edges are already worn out. You shouldn’t wear it anymore. If people see you like this, they’ll laugh at you.”
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