Chapter 42: That’s why I must wear it even more!

He inserted the simple wooden Deer God Hairpin between the strands of her dark hair, then gently held the ribbon-smooth long hair in his palm, allowing it to softly cascade down.

Using a Sandalwood Comb, he gently combed it from top to bottom, reaching down to the girl’s slender waist.

It wasn’t the first time Lin Xun had helped his wife comb her long hair, but every time, he was amazed by its completely unimpeded smoothness.

From root to tip, the entire process met no resistance; Lin Xun even felt that if he inserted the comb into Qinger’s hair, the wooden comb would fall straight down without the slightest snag.

Similarly, as her husband combed her long hair, Jiang Qingshang’s soft body stood perfectly straight, and the sensation of his large hands running through her strands made the girl’s cheeks flush.

And when she thought that this was the first man to touch her hair, and would also be the last.

A subtle joy welled up in Jiang Qingshang’s heart.

Lin Xun only knew one basic hairstyle: coiling up a portion of the long hair while letting the rest cascade over the shoulders along the hairpin. It was somewhat like the Hime Cut, but without the straight bangs in the front.

This hairstyle was one of the most common and popular among women, and it wasn’t actually difficult, because Lin Xun couldn’t manage anything harder.

“Done.” Lin Xun looked at the extremely “low-resolution” bronze mirror, and his large hand withdrew from his wife’s hair.

“Mhm.”

Jiang Qingshang nodded and softly responded. In reality, when Lin Xun’s large hand left her hair, the girl felt extremely reluctant.

“If only he could keep combing it forever,” the girl mumbled subconsciously.

“Hm? Qinger, what did you say?” Lin Xun asked.

“N-nothing.” Jiang Qingshang snapped back to reality and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Don’t blame me if it looks bad.”

“It actually looks quite bad.”

“Uh, alright.” Lin Xun said, reaching out to undo his wife’s long hair.

“Husband, what are you doing!”

Like a startled kitten, Qinger immediately turned around.

“I’m undoing it for you, then I’ll go ask Granny Fang to help.” Lin Xun blinked, wondering why Qinger was reacting so strongly.

“N-no need.” Jiang Qingshang turned her small head away, speaking softly.

“Hm?”

“If it looks bad, it looks bad! I like it anyway!”

“…”

“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. We should hurry. Qinger, help your husband get dressed.”

Jiang Qingshang quickly changed the subject, stood up, and took clothes out of the wardrobe.

Opening the bundle inside the wardrobe, she found two garments.

One was woven by Jiang Qingshang over several consecutive days; the other was made by Chu Yaoyao, who, bored while accompanying Jiang Qingshang, casually used Lin Xun’s measurements to sew it.

Jiang Qingshang brought both garments back with her.

Looking at the two long gowns in the bundle, Jiang Qingshang really wanted her husband to wear the one she had made.

But…

Looking at the long gown Yaoyao had “made out of boredom,” the style was the same as hers, but the sewing technique was flawless, with every stitch practically invisible.

In comparison, the clothes she had made looked somewhat crude no matter how she viewed them.

The girl couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Qinger, I can just wear any one of them.”

Lin Xun reminded his wife, who was staring blankly at the wardrobe.

In reality, he had been waiting for this!

What else could Qinger have been doing these past few days, staying at the tailor shop?

Of course, making clothes for me!

Clothes made by his own wife!

What immense happiness this was!!!

If he were back in his previous life, in that materialistic city, trying to find a girl who was fair-skinned, beautiful, had long, soft legs, and was willing to spend several consecutive days in a small shop just to make clothes for him…

Uh…

It wasn’t impossible, but it would probably be extremely difficult to find.

Now, Jiang Qingshang staring blankly in front of the wardrobe, in Lin Xun’s eyes, was just Qinger being a little shy.

After all, this was the first time Qinger was giving him clothes she had made, and it was natural for a girl to feel shy.

“Mhm, I’ve chosen one.”

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

“Eh? New clothes?” Lin Xun pretended to be surprised, eagerly opening his arms. “Hehehe, thank you, my lady.”

Jiang Qingshang lowered her beautiful head, unfolded the long gown with her small hands, and helped her husband put it on.

But as the clothes settled on him, Lin Xun wrinkled his nose.

Why did the scent of these clothes feel off?

This didn’t seem to be Qinger’s scent.

No, rather, it had Qinger’s scent, but another fragrance, a strong scent of rouge, was more dominant.

“Does it fit?”

Jiang Qingshang raised her beautiful head and asked.

“Mhm, it fits very well.”

“Is that so? Good, as long as it fits.” After tidying his collar and cuffs, Jiang Qingshang smiled, “Then, Husband, shall we go out?”

“Wait a moment!”

Lin Xun grabbed his wife’s soft, boneless little hand.

“What’s wrong, Husband?”

“I think, ah, I’d better change into a different outfit.”

Having said that, Lin Xun went to the wardrobe to grab another long gown.

“Husband, wait, this one is…”

Before Jiang Qingshang could stop him, Lin Xun had already opened the wardrobe. A white Confucian long gown of the same style was neatly folded on one side.

“Qinger, I’ll wear this one today.” Lin Xun said, holding up the white long gown.

“No.” Jiang Qingshang’s pretty face flushed slightly, and she tried to snatch it back.

However, Lin Xun held the clothes high with one hand. Even when Jiang Qingshang stood on her tiptoes, pressing her entire soft body against Lin Xun, and repeatedly stretched her small hand high, she still couldn’t reach it.

“Why not?” Lin Xun wrapped his other arm around his wife’s slender waist.

“This outfit is very ugly,” Jiang Qingshang said, her cheeks slightly red.

“How is it ugly? Isn’t white good? Your husband, me, loves white the most, especially during the season of the White Album…”

“The sewing technique on this long gown isn’t good.”

“That’s not right. This long gown wasn’t sewn by you, Qinger. Saying that is unfair to the working people behind this garment.”

“But I made this garment.”

Her words stopped abruptly halfway through. The girl, realizing she had been tricked into admitting it, pursed her finely delineated, thin pink lips.

Having “self-destructed,” Jiang Qingshang stopped trying to reach the clothes. She clutched Lin Xun’s collar, burying her entire head in her husband’s embrace. A gentle silence fell over the room, filled with a sweet tenderness.

“That’s why I must wear it even more.”

Lin Xun smiled and patted his wife’s small head.

“But…” Still nestled in her husband’s arms, the girl, too shy to look up, muttered, “But I didn’t weave it well.”

“Silly girl.”

Lin Xun gently stroked her hair tips.

“You don’t even mind the hair bun I styled for you.

How could I complain about the azure gown you made for me?”

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