Li Yuzhu, "..."
This isn't how you should hit someone, right?
A little boy knows how to sew clothes, but she, a proper woman who should learn needlework, doesn't!
Wait, could this guy be teasing her on purpose?
Li Yuzhu leaned in closer, looking up to carefully study his face.
Mu Yuanxiu's eyes showed not a hint of teasing; his expression was dead serious.
"You really know how to sew clothes?" Li Yuzhu stared unblinkingly into his eyes.
If you look into someone's eyes for three seconds, and they are lying, by the fourth second they will blink, or even turn away, not daring to look at you, their eyes avoiding contact.
But!
Mu Yuanxiu's gaze was clear, and he just kept looking at her straight on.
"Yes." He replied.
Li Yuzhu's eyes shifted slightly, thinking, rather than going to the village several miles away, going through the effort to find someone and maybe not even finding someone available to make clothes, why not just ask this neighbor for help?
