Insert the simple wooden deer god hairpin between the black hair, and then gently drag the silky long hair on the palm of your hand, letting it hang down gently.

Use a sandalwood comb to gently comb it from top to bottom, until it reaches between the girl's waist.

This was not the first time that Lin Xun combed his wife's long hair, but every time he was amazed by how smooth it was without any hindrance.

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

Similarly, Jiang Qingshang's soft body straightened up as her husband combed her long hair, and the feeling of a pair of big hands intersecting her hair made the girl's cheeks flush.

And when I think about it, this is the first man to touch his hair, and he will also be the last.

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

Lin Xunhui's hair style basically only has one kind, that is, part of his long hair is tied up, and most of the rest is shawled down along the hairpin. It is a bit like Ji's hair style, but it does not have straight bangs in the front.

This kind of hair accessory is the most common and popular among women. In fact, it is not difficult, because Lin Xunnan doesn't know how to...

"Okay." Lin Xun looked at the bronze mirror with extremely low "pixels" and removed his wife's hair with his big hands.

"Um......"

Jiang Qingshang nodded softly and responded. In fact, when Lin Xun's big hands left her hair, the girl felt extremely reluctant to let go.

"It would be nice if I could keep combing like this." The girl subconsciously muttered...

"Huh? Qing'er, what did you say?" Lin Xun asked.

"No...it's nothing..." Jiang Qingshang came back to her senses and looked at herself 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 hair, Qing'er immediately turned around.

"I'll help you untie it, and then I'll ask Granny Fang to help me." Lin Xun blinked and said, wondering why Qing'er had such a big reaction.

"No... no need." Jiang Qingshang turned away her little head and said softly.

"Um?"

"It's ugly as long as it's ugly, but I like it anyway!"

"..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, hurry up and let Qing'er dress your husband."

Jiang Qingshang quickly changed the topic, stood up and took out clothes from the closet.

Opening the baggage in the closet, there are two pieces of clothing inside.

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

Jiang Qingshang brought back both pieces of clothing.

Looking at the two gowns from Baofengzong, Jiang Qingshang really wanted her husband to wear the clothes he made.

But......

Looking at this piece of clothing that Yaoyao "made when I was bored", the style of the gown is the same as the one I made, but from the sewing technique, every stitch is almost seamless.

In comparison, the clothes I made look a bit rough...

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

"Qing'er, I can just wear whatever I want."

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

In fact, he has been waiting for a long time!

What else can Qing'er do if she doesn't come back to the tailor shop that she's been working on these days?

Of course you are making clothes for me!

Clothes made by my wife!

What a blessing this is!!!

If it were a previous life, in that materialistic city, you would have found a girl with white skin, beauty, long soft legs, and a girl who was willing to stay in a small shop for many days in a row just to make clothes for you.

Forehead.....

This is not impossible, but it is estimated that there are hundreds of millions of bits and pieces that are hard to find...

Now Jiang Qingshang was in a daze in front of the closet. In Lin Xun's opinion, Qing'er was just a little shy.

After all, this is the first time Qing'er has made clothes for herself to wear. For girls, it is appropriate to be shy.

"Well...I've picked it."

Jiang Qingshang responded and took out the piece of clothing with perfect sewing techniques.

"Eh? New clothes?" Lin Xun pretended to be surprised and couldn't wait to open his hands, "Hey, hey, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Jiang Qingshang lowered her head, unfolded the gown with her little hands, and put it on for her husband.

But when the clothes were put on, Lin Xun wrinkled his nose.

Why does this clothes smell wrong?

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

No, it should be said that it has the smell of Qing'er, but the other kind of rouge smell is stronger.

"Does it still fit?"

Jiang Qingshang raised her head and asked.

"Yeah, it fits quite well."

"That's it, um, it fits just fine." Jiang Qingshang adjusted the collar of her husband's clothes and said with a smile, "Then husband, shall we go out?"

"Wait!"

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

"What's wrong, husband?"

"I think it would be better if I change my clothes."

After saying that, Lin Xun went to the closet to get other gowns.

"Husband, wait a minute, this is..."

Before Jiang Qingshang could stop him, Lin Xun had already opened the closet. A white Confucian gown of the same style was neatly folded aside.

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

"No." Jiang Qingshang's pretty face turned red and she was about to grab it.

However, Lin Xun raised the clothes with one hand. Even if Jiang Qingshang stood on tiptoes, pressed her entire soft body against Lin Xun's body, and kept reaching up with her little hands, there was still no way to reach it.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xun put his other hand around his wife's waist.

"This dress is ugly." Jiang Qingshang said with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Why is it ugly? Isn't white bad? Your husband, I, like white the most, especially in the season of white photo albums..."

"The sewing technique of this gown is not good."

"What you said is wrong. Qing'er did not sew this gown. You are sorry for the working people behind it."

"But I knitted this dress..."

Halfway through the words, the voice suddenly stopped, and the girl who realized that she was being talked about pressed her thin pink lips with clear lines.

Jiang Qingshang, who had self-destructed, stopped reaching for his clothes. He grabbed Lin Xun's collar with his small hands and buried his whole head in his husband's arms. The room fell into a faint silence, but it had a gentle flavor.

"So I have to wear it even more."

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

"But..." The girl, who was still in her husband's arms and was too embarrassed to raise her head, said in a depressed tone, "But I'm not good at knitting."

"fool."

Lin Xun gently stroked the ends of her hair.

"You don't mind the bun I made for you.

How could I complain about the green shirt you made for me?"

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Chapter completed!