Holy Maiden, please be in peace

Chapter 42 That's why I have to wear it even more
Insert the simple wooden deer hairpin between the jet-black hair, and then gently drag the silky long hair to the palm of the hand to let it hang down gently.

Use a sandalwood comb from top to bottom, gently combing, until the girl's willow waist.

It wasn't the first time that Lin Xun helped his wife comb her long hair, but every time she was amazed by the unobstructed smoothness.

From the root of the hair to the strands, there was no obstacle in the whole process. Lin Xun even felt that when the comb was inserted between Qing'er's hair strands, the wooden comb would fall straight down without any obstruction.

Similarly, Jiang Qingshang's soft body was straightened by her husband combing her long hair, and the touch of a pair of big hands interspersed between her hair made the girl's cheeks flush.

And thinking that this is the first man to touch his hair, he will also be the last.

In Jiang Qingshang's heart, there was a faint joy.

Lin Xunhui basically has only one hairstyle, that is, the long hair is rolled up, and most of the rest are down the hairpin, which is a bit like Ji's hairstyle, but the front is not bangs.

This kind of hair accessories is the most common among women and the most popular, but it is not difficult, because Lin Xundi can't either.
"Okay." Lin Xun looked at the bronze mirror with very low "pixels" and left his wife's hair with a big hand.

"Um"

Jiang Qingshang nodded lightly. In fact, when Lin Xun's big hand left her hair, the girl's heart was extremely reluctant.

"If only I could keep combing like this," the girl muttered subconsciously.
"Huh? What did you say, Qing'er?" Lin Xun asked.

"It's nothing." Jiang Qingshang finally regained his senses and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Don't blame me for being ugly."

"It's really ugly."

"Uh, okay," Lin Xun said, reaching out to untie his wife's long hair.

"Husband, what are you doing!"

Like a kitten with fried fur, Qing'er turned around immediately.

"Untie it for you, and then I'll ask Granny Fang to do me a favor." Lin Xun blinked, wondering why Qing'er had such a big reaction.

"No need." Jiang Qingshang said softly, turning her head away.

"Ok?"

"Ugly is ugly, I like it anyway!"

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"Okay, let's not talk about this, hurry up, Qing'er dresses her husband."

Jiang Qingshang quickly changed the subject, got up and took out the clothes from the closet.

Open the bag in the closet, there are two clothes in it.

One of them was woven by Jiang Qingshang for days in a row, and the other was made by Chu Yaoyao with Lin Xun's size when she was bored with Jiang Qingshang.

Jiang Qingshang brought back both clothes.

Looking at the two long gowns of Baozong Zong, Jiang Qingshang really wanted her husband to wear the clothes she made.

but
Looking at this piece of "clothes that Yaoyao made when she was bored", the style of the gown is the same as the one she made, but from the sewing technique, every stitch is almost seamless,
In contrast, the clothes made by myself look a bit rough.
In the girl's heart, she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"Qing'er, I'll just wear one casually."

Lin Xun reminded his wife who was staring at the cabinet in a daze.

In fact, he was already waiting!
What can Qing'er do if she doesn't come back from the tailor's shop these days?

Of course it's making clothes for me!
Clothes made by my wife!

What a blessing this is!!!
In a previous life, in that materialistic city, you would have to find a girl with fair skin and beautiful skin, long and soft legs, who would be willing to stay in a small shop for days in a row just to make clothes for you.

Forehead.
It's not that there are none, but it is estimated that there are hundreds of millions of dots that are hard to find.
Now Jiang Qingshang is in a daze in front of the closet, in Lin Xun's opinion, it's just that Qinger is a little shy.

After all, this is the first time that Qing'er has made her clothes for herself. For girls, shyness is also right.

"Well picked."

Jiang Qingshang responded and took out the garment with flawless sewing techniques.

"Eh? New clothes?" Lin Xun pretended to be surprised, and couldn't wait to open his hands.

Jiang Qingshang lowered her head and spread out her long gown with her little hands, putting it on for her husband.

It's just that Lin Xun wrinkled his nose when the clothes were on his body.

What's wrong with the smell of this dress?

This doesn't seem to be the taste of Qing'er.

No, it should be said that it has the taste of Qinger, but the other kind of rouge taste is stronger.

"Does it still fit?"

Jiang Qingshang raised his head and asked.

"Well, it fits quite well."

"That's it, um, it just fits." After tidying up her husband's clothes, Jiang Qingshang smiled and said, "Then husband, shall we go out?"

"Wait!"

Lin Xun took his wife's soft and boneless hand.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

"I think it's better for me to change into another dress."

After all, Lin Xun went to the closet to get other long gowns.

"Wait, husband, this is it."

Before Jiang Qingshang could stop him, Lin Xun had already opened the closet. A Confucian long shirt of the same style, but white, was neatly folded to one side.

"Qing'er, I'll wear this today." Lin Xun said as he held up the white gown.

"No." Jiang Qingshang's pretty face blushed slightly, and she was about to grab it.

However, Lin Xun lifted the clothes with one hand, even if Jiang Qingshang stood on tiptoe and put the whole soft body on Lin Xun's body, and kept probing his little hand, he couldn't reach it.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xun wrapped his other arm around his wife's waist.

"This dress is ugly." Jiang Qingshang's cheeks were slightly red.

"Why is it ugly? Is white bad? Your husband and I like white the most, especially in the season of white albums."

"This gown has a bad sewing technique."

"What you said is wrong. You didn't sew this gown by Qing'er. You say that, but I'm sorry for the working people behind this dress."

"But I knit this dress."

Halfway through the words, the voice stopped abruptly, realizing that the girl who was being rhetorically pursed her thin pink lips with clear lip lines.

Jiang Qingshang, who blew himself up, didn't have enough clothes anymore. He grabbed Lin Xun's collar with his little hands and buried his whole head in her husband's arms. There was a faint silence in the room, but there was a gentle smell.

"So I have to wear it even more."

Lin Xun smiled and touched his wife's little head.

"But." Still in her husband's arms, the girl who was too embarrassed to raise her head sullenly said, "But I'm not good at knitting."

"fool."

Lin Xun gently stroked the ends of her hair.

"You don't dislike the bun I braided for you.

How can I complain about the blue shirt you made for me. "

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