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Xia Zheng furrowed his brows. Although he had hugged and kissed Lin Yuan before, being alone in a room with her now truly made him feel a bit guilty.

"How about I wear it while you sew? Don’t worry, don’t be scared, I’m not afraid of pain, even if you prick me, I won’t blame you."

Seeing Xia Zheng reluctant to take off his clothes, Lin Yuan twitched the corner of her mouth, held back a laugh, and gave him a "suit yourself" look before threading the needle. She then seemingly said nonchalantly, "It’s not that I doubt my skills and fear pricking you, but rather, I’ve heard from my mother that sewing clothes while worn by someone hurts no one.

Since you seem to wish nobody would care for you in the future, I can only fulfill your wish and satisfy you. "

Having said this, she raised the needle and pretended to stab at the clothes Xia Zheng was wearing.

"Hey, stop it!" Xia Zheng jumped from his seat like he had been scalded by boiling water, nearly impaling himself on the needle in Lin Yuan’s hand, who hastily pulled back.

While taking off his clothes, Xia Zheng chuckled and said, "How could I not be cared for? I’m still waiting for Yuanyuan to care about me. Go on, sew, sew, take your time, no rush."

As he spoke, he joyfully threw the clothes from his hands all over Lin Yuan, then happily settled back in his seat and continued eating his noodles.

Lin Yuan exclaimed, quickly removed the clothes from her head, and glared at him with disdain, "Did you come out from the ancestral hall or from a latrine? Why do these clothes stink so much!"

Xia Zheng chuckled mischievously, "What do you mean stink? This is the manly scent of a man; others don’t have it!

Just be happy secretly. There are countless girls in the capital city who dream of getting one of my sweat towels, look, look, I’ve given you a whole piece of clothing, who knows how many young ladies must be heartbroken. "

Yuck!

Lin Yuan feigned bending over to vomit and threw Xia Zheng a disgusted look.

"Here, put this on."

Actually, only one of Xia Zheng’s outer garments was damaged, but it was still a bit chilly, and Lin Yuan, worried about him feeling cold, casually threw her own cape over to him.

Xia Zheng’s eyes lit up, and he swallowed the words of refusal he had planned upon seeing the cape.

"Wow, how blissful!" Xia Zheng, wrapped in a pink cape, eating the noodles Lin Yuan had prepared, and watching Lin Yuan sew his clothes, felt bubbles of happiness start to pop inside him.

Lin Yuan’s sewing skills were not very exquisite, but fortunately, the tear in Xia Zheng’s clothes wasn’t very big. Unlike Lady Liu and Lin Wei, she didn’t choose the sewing method according to the direction of the fabric threads, so she gritted her teeth and sewed according to her own ideas.

Due to her unskilled technique, she sewed slowly and carefully, until Xia Zheng finished a bowl of noodles and even drank up the soup, and she had only sewn half of it.

Seeing Lin Yuan drowning in a grave struggle with the clothes, Xia Zheng found it amusing, but just as he was about to tease her, he remembered the scolding he had received from Lin Yuan earlier.

He obediently swallowed his words and changed the topic when he spoke again, "The noodles we ate back at Lin family’s compound were really tasty. "

Lin Yuan, with her head down sewing another stitch, then replied, "Yeah, the noodles made with a big stove are indeed different from those made on the mansion’s stove."

Xia Zheng nodded, just about to speak again, when Lin Yuan suddenly looked up, her gaze intense, "Right, I forgot to ask how come you suddenly came here?"

Xia Zheng clicked his tongue, leaning back in the chair, "Nothing much, I just missed you."

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but smile faintly, lowering her head to sew another stitch, "Stop it. Is there something you need from me?"

Xia Zheng licked his lips, reminded of what Su Qiu Yu had said to him at his house that day. He furrowed his brow and coldly snorted inwardly, "Yes, actually there is something. This afternoon, Su Qiu Yu suddenly came to see me at home."

As soon as Su Qiu Yu was mentioned, Lin Yuan’s ears perked up and a slight twinge of pain sparked in her heart.

Seeing no reaction from Lin Yuan, Xia Zheng leaned forward with a smile, "Jealous?"

"No." Lin Yuan looked down silently, but her increasingly slow sewing motions betrayed her feelings.

Xia Zheng felt a mix of reassurance and pity, quickly took her hand, and said softly, "Don’t overthink it, I’ve always seen Su Qiu Yu as just a sister, nothing more."