Jiang Yiren slowly leaned into Zhao Hao's arms, and the two hugged each other.
After a long while, Jiang Yiren asked faintly, "When did you come back?"
Zhao Hao said softly, "I arrived in Beijing in the morning, then went to the palace. I went back home to have a meal with my parents, and then went to the palace again."
Jiang Yiren asked, "Did you just come out of the palace?"
Zhao Hao nodded slightly, put one arm around her slender waist, slowly raised the other hand, and gently wiped away the tears from her face.
"Why are you losing weight again?"
Jiang Yiren shook her head: "I ate well, but I don't know what happened."
Zhao Hao frowned: "Has there been any more attacks recently?"
Jiang Yiren shook her head again.
Zhao Hao asked, "Really?"
Jiang Yiren said: "Really!"
Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I can't let my body collapse. I've been too busy over the past few months and haven't written to you."
Jiang Yiren slowly raised her head, and her beautiful eyes finally had time to look at Zhao Hao carefully.
"I've become thinner and darker, but I look more energetic."
Zhao Hao smiled and shook his head, his eyes falling on the robe on the table.
"Is this for me?"
Jiang Yiren nodded when she heard this: "A few days ago, I was thinking that you would probably come back as the New Year is coming to an end."
"I was worried that there would be no suitable robe to wear, so I made one."
"There are only some patterns left to be embroidered."
"It will be ready in two days."
Zhao Hao said softly: "Let me try it and see if it fits."
Jiang Yiren nodded, came out of Zhao Hao's arms, and was about to take off the embroidery needle on her robe.
Zhao Hao quickly said, "No, just put it on top. It won't look good if the line is broken."
Hearing this, Jiang Yiren couldn't help but smile softly and said, "I didn't expect that Hao'er also knows about embroidery."
Zhao Hao said: "Common sense!"
As he spoke, he untied his belt and took off the robe he was wearing.
Jiang Yiren reached out to take it, folded it carefully, and put it aside.
Then he picked up the silver robe and motioned Zhao Hao to turn around.
Zhao Hao quickly turned around and put his arms into his sleeves.
Jiang Yiren lifted the robe up and put it on Zhao Hao, just like a wife helping her husband to dress himself in an ordinary family.
Zhao Hao turned around, looked it up and down, and said, "It really fits me well, and the sleeves are the right length, too."
Seeing this, Jiang Yiren nodded with a satisfied smile on her pretty face.
"Hao'er's arms are longer than those of ordinary people. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to control them well when I was cutting clothes."
"I didn't expect it to be just right."
Zhao Hao asked, "Where's the belt? Let me put it on and see!"
Jiang Yiren said, "The belt is in the cabinet. I'll go get it."
As she said that, she turned and walked to the bedside and took out a silver belt from the cabinet.
The belt is embroidered with cloud patterns, which looks very delicate at first glance.
Holding the belt over, Jiang Yiren said, "I'll tie it on Hao'er!"
Zhao Hao nodded and put his robe together.
Jiang Yiren then tied it up for him.
Zhao Hao walked back and forth and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful, and the color is well chosen."
Jiang Yiren said softly: "As long as Hao'er likes it."
Zhao Hao took off his belt and placed it on the table, then opened his robe and said, "How can anyone be willing to wear such a nice robe!"
"It should be preserved well."
Jiang Yiren said, "What are you saving it for? I'll make a few more for Hao'er later."
As he said this, he was about to walk behind Zhao Hao and help him take off his robe.
Zhao Hao opened his robe, then turned around gently and used the robe to hold Jiang Yiren in his arms.
The two hugged each other again, and Jiang Yiren's soft and boneless body nestled in Zhao Hao's arms.
Zhao Hao sniffed her hair and whispered, "How can I have just a few?"
Jiang Yiren asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "How much does Hao'er want?"
Zhao Hao shook his head: "I'm worried that I'll tire you out. Otherwise, I'd like you to make all my robes in the future."
Jiang Yiren said, "Just make a few robes. It won't be tiring."
Zhao Hao still shook his head: "That won't work either. I can't get tired at all."
Jiang Yiren couldn't help but laugh softly when she heard that.
Zhao Hao let her go a little from his arms, looked at her face, her eyes, and her nose.
"It's good to laugh, laugh again."
Jiang Yiren shook her head helplessly: "Kid, how can you always wait for others to laugh?"
Looking at her appearance, Zhao Hao took a deep breath, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he kissed her.
She had no experience and was extremely clumsy.
However, after a brief moment of distraction, she seemed to muster up the courage and responded clumsily.
This was something Zhao Hao had not expected.
Then, he demonstrated his extremely mature skills and rich experience as a scumbag in this area.
After a short period of guidance, the inexperienced novice made visible progress.
After a long time, the kiss finally ended.
When their lips parted, Jiang Yiren's cheeks flushed and she began to breathe heavily.
After she had caught her breath, Zhao Hao wanted to kiss her again.
Seeing this, Jiang Yiren hurriedly hugged Zhao Hao and buried her head in Zhao Hao's arms.
Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yiren shook her head and whispered, "Hao'er, we can only go here and can't go any further..."
Hearing this, Zhao Hao gradually stopped smiling, and then he sighed softly.
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