The guesthouse in Jiangzhou City may look bright, but a golden nest and a silver nest are no better than my own doghouse; the doghouse is what suits me best.
Took a shower and changed into thin clothes.
Yuchi entered the bedroom with an oil lamp, tiptoeing over the threshold to see if Qingzhu was there.
Oh boy, this little girl was sitting so straightforwardly and stubbornly on the stool.
Staring at the fabric on the table, illuminated by the oil lamp.
Seeing Yuchi walk in, Wei Qingzhu immediately asked in a low voice, "Brother Wei, I want to make you an undershirt."
"Really?" Yuchi was curious.
The oil lamp was also placed on the table, and under the glow of the two lamps, Yuchi saw the fabric in front of him.
The quality of the fabric was decent, but under the oil lamp, it was hard to clearly see what color it actually was.
"Did you buy it for me?" Yuchi asked curiously.
