After staring at Mu Yunge for a long time, the water on Lin Fang’s body evaporated, bringing him a slight chill that finally snapped him out of his perverted state.
He dug his clothes out of the closet and quickly dressed.
However, when he saw the brand-new dress on the right side of the wardrobe, a silly smile appeared on his face. He could already picture Mu Yunge wearing these clothes in his mind.
When Mu Yunge woke up again, it was already afternoon.
No need to pay respect to the elderly, no need to worry about being scolded for being lazy for not getting up to cook, Mu Yunge found such a life quite comfortable.
Just then, Lin Fang’s voice suddenly rang out from not far away: “Baby, are you awake?”
After he finished speaking, Lin Fang glanced at her quickly, then picked up a pair of scissors and cut the last strand of embroidery thread short.
Then, he walked over to the bed, holding a pair of delicate, small embroidered shoes.
Reaching out, Lin Fang grasped Mu Yunge’s small foot with his large hand, a look of heartache suddenly appearing on his face. The embroidered shoe in his hand suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
“It must have hurt a lot when your feet were bound, right?”
More than a decade ago, the custom of foot binding still existed in Shangcheng. The smaller a woman’s feet were bound, the easier it was for her to find a good husband.
Among his cronies were many who had a particular fondness for women’s small feet, so he had heard quite a few stories about how they played with women’s small feet.
He hadn’t thought that there was anything wrong with it before, but now, seeing his baby’s deformed foot due to a broken bone, he felt a deep hatred for the barbaric practice of foot binding for the first time.
Mu Yunge met his distressed gaze, her lips curled slightly: “It’s been so long, I’d forgotten. These embroidered shoes are so beautiful. Were they made for me?”
Hearing this, Lin Fang immediately nodded, then looked up at her tenderly: “Do you like them?”
Mu Yunge smiled and nodded: “I like them. These are the most beautiful embroidered shoes I’ve ever seen.”
Lin Fang looked at her smile, and the heaviness in his heart vanished. He then gently took her foot and slipped it into the embroidered shoe in his hand.
“The size is just right. You’re really capable.” Mu Yunge wiggled her small feet slightly and looked down at the shoes.
Lin Fang is truly as skilled as Zhang Fei’s threading a needle—rough on the outside but meticulous on the inside.
The phoenix and peony flowers on the upper part of the shoes were indistinguishable from the work of the finest embroiderers she had seen in other worlds.
Seeing that Mu Yunge liked it very much, Lin Fang couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll make you other styles later.”
Hearing this, Mu Yunge looked up at him with a smile and nodded.
At this moment, Lin Fang suddenly glanced at her snow-white lingerie and said, “I bought you some clothes. See if you like them?”
Mu Yunge looked at him with some surprise, then nodded and landed directly on the ground in her embroidered shoes.
When the two of them reached the closet, Mu Yunge saw the dresses that occupied three-quarters of the closet.
Many of the dresses were classic styles that were still popular in later generations. Mu Yunge never expected that Lin Fang would be so thoughtful as to buy these for her.
Without thinking, she tiptoed and gently kissed Lin Fang’s lips.
“I like it very much. Thank you.”
After that, Mu Yunge stepped forward and randomly picked out one of the dresses under Lin Fang’s stunned gaze.
After changing into the Western-style dress, Mu Yunge seemed to have traveled through time, from the Republic of China era to the modern era, looking both fashionable and elegant.
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