He would be willing to be torn to pieces as long as he could possess this beauty.
He kissed her deeply, and Jian Yuelan felt that she was not facing a human being tonight, but an insatiable beast.
I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was already past midnight the next day.
Ye Linxing was not at home. On the table was the cold breakfast he brought back and a note saying he was going out on a mission.
She couldn't help but sigh, and after eating breakfast, she sat in the main room to embroider.
Around three in the afternoon, Chen Qiuju came over with a piece of cloth and said, "Xiao Jian, help me."
"Sister-in-law, you say."
"Can you teach me how to make a shirt like your old Ye's?"
She was quite resentful. "Why did you make such beautiful clothes for your old Ye when you had nothing better to do? My old Qin kept complaining about it when he got home, and even bought some cloth for me to make for him."
Jian Yuelan laughed, "It's my fault. I've made my sister-in-law suffer from nagging. I'll teach you a lesson."
"Come on, let me learn some new styles too."
Mrs. Bai from next door heard the noise, poked her head out from the fence and shouted, "Wait for me, I want to learn too."
"Okay, sister-in-law, come along."
Then, Mrs. Bai also came.
Then, my sister-in-law who passed by and saw it also came to join in the fun.
What happened next was a bit confusing. One after another, sisters-in-law came with fabrics or empty-handed to learn how to cut clothes.
Jian Yuelan never expected that she would have to teach so many people. She taught them seriously based on the principle of letting go of one sheep, not two.
But the ability to understand something really varies from person to person.
Experienced dressmakers like Chen Qiuju understood it at a glance, but city-raised women like Bai Saozi couldn't.
She had helped with the cutting, and all they had to do was sew it in order, but even such a simple task was met with so many problems.
"Something seems wrong."
Spreading out the fruits of her labor once more and taking a look at them, Sister Bai frowned, "Xiao Jian, please help me check if there's anything wrong with this dress."
She came over and took a look. "The line is crooked."
Mrs. Bai immediately looked discouraged. "This is the third time I've gone astray. I might need a sewing machine."
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