My royal husband has a little field

Chapter 92 Woad
In fact, her clothes-making skills are not bad at all, and she doesn't need to practice at all.

Qi Xingyun didn't refuse anymore.

Chi Ziyu started to attack decisively, she made Xi Xingyun stand up straight, and she took a clothes ruler to measure all over his body.

It's better to measure the waist and cuffs, but Chi Ziyu is a little restrained.

Especially when she was measuring his waist, her hands wrapped around his back, it felt like a hug.

Chi Ziyu clearly felt her heart beating faster.

She and Qi Xingyun have been together for so long, and this is the first time they have been so intimate.

Xi Xingyun's physique is that kind of thin, but after all, he is a person who has done a lot of farm work and is not weak.

Such a physique shocked Chi Ziyu's petite figure a little.

After measuring the lower part, the next step is to measure the upper body.

The two stood face to face with their toes almost touching.

He is a whole head taller than her, and at the moment he is being measured by Chi Ziyu, he is obviously tall and big, but he is quietly like a good baby, in Chi Ziyu's eyes, he has a different kind of cuteness.

He didn't say a word, his head was slightly lowered, and his warm breath sprayed gently on Chi Ziyu's head.

It was very quiet in the house.

This kind of tranquility makes Chi Ziyu's senses all over his body extra sensitive.

She could even clearly feel his breath when she raised her face to measure the width of his shoulders.

Like a white feather brushing against the tip of her heart, she felt itchy.

She raised her eyes secretly, and happened to be entangled with his deep gaze.

Probably never had such an ambiguous moment with a man.

Her face flushed suddenly, and she said unnaturally, "You are too tall, I can't even measure you."

"Then I will sit down."

"No need, I will measure it soon." Chi Ziyu lowered his head and recorded the measured size with a charcoal pen on the clothes ruler.

"Who did you learn how to make clothes from?"

"My mother."

It has to be said that Jiang's character is not flattering, but she is top-notch in terms of female celebrities.

But these years, she has also been lazy, always calling Chi Ziyu to do something for her.

"My mother's craftsmanship is very good, but she is eccentric. She has always only made clothes for my third brother and my father, but not for me and my eldest sister and second sister...Ah Choo!"

Chi Ziyu endured it, but still couldn't, and sneezed in front of Qi Xingyun.

Qi Xingyun's eyes froze, and he grabbed her right wrist violently.

The sudden intimate contact made Chi Ziyu very uncomfortable.

She wanted to shrink back: "What are you doing?"

Qi Xingyun pursed his lips, and lightly covered her wrist with his slender fingers.

He frowned for a moment.

Chi Ziyu felt that his concentrated appearance was a bit like feeling his own pulse.

But it must be impossible, Qi Xingyun is just an ordinary farmer, how could he feel his pulse?

So Chi Ziyu calmed down and asked him strangely, "What's wrong?"

"You caught a cold." He finally let her go.

I'm all sneezing, can I not catch a cold...

Chi Ziyu didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you have a small problem, it will get better on its own..."

But before she finished speaking, Xi Xingyun went to look through a low cabinet next to the bed, and quickly found a paper bag from it.

"What is this?" Chi Ziyu asked standing behind him.

"The woad I dried before, I'll boil it for you."

Woad, that is, Radix Isatidis, people in Yunshui Village like to call it woad.

In people's eyes, it cannot be eaten as a dish, it is too bitter, so it is not eye-catching.

"Can this cure my cold?"

(End of this chapter)