No one had ever told him that men shouldn't handle needles and thread.
From a young age, his parents required him to mend his own clothes when they were torn, as well as his older brother and sister's clothes, and even his parents' clothes. If he didn't mend them well, he would be beaten.
So he learned how to hold a needle from a very young age.
During my years in the army, taking care of myself was never a problem.
Ya Ya was tired from playing, and Ruan Qingling also felt sleepy.
Since transmigrating here, there has been no cell phone, no entertainment.
These past two days, she's been going to bed on time. She glanced at the time and it was already 8:30.
I wonder if Song Shiting will go out tonight.
He casually mentioned, "It's getting late, I'll do it tomorrow. Get some rest."
After saying that, she didn't think much of it and went to sleep.
Song Shiting turned around and saw the woman and child on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Ruan Qingling turned her back to him, and the curves of her body, covered by a thin blanket, were very beautiful.
He's not unfamiliar with pork; otherwise, where would his daughter have come from?
However, the two later became bitter enemies, and Ruan Qingling never wanted him to touch her hand.
He was also unwilling to force things.
In the past two days, their relationship has eased, and something restless is beginning to sprout in their minds. However, upon hearing Ruan Qingling's even breathing...
He turned his head and focused his gaze on the needle and thread.
I took a deep breath and suppressed the surging sensation.
His workplace wants him to go back, and their relationship has recently improved somewhat.
He didn't want to leave at this time and then face a completely different fate.
So I want to stay a few more days and see how things go.
I went to town today specifically to reply to the telegram. I haven't mentioned this matter to Ruan Qingling yet because I'm unsure whether this marriage can continue.
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