Qiao Duo'er had self-hypnotized herself for a while and, to her surprise, she actually fell asleep.
Another half an hour passed before she woke up.
Well... she just pretended as if nothing had happened.
If not for her slightly evasive gaze, Tan Zhenghong would think that someone holding him as he slept was just his own illusion. Sigh, his wife was quite good at feigning innocence.
In the afternoon, Qiao Duo'er didn't go up the mountain; she had to hurry and tailor the cloth properly.
Because she didn't want to wear the coarse clothes for another day!
Not to mention whether it was flattering or not, it was like the cloth was a blunt knife scraping against her skin, often causing pain.
Sometimes, Qiao Duo'er even suspected that she might as well be wearing a torn hemp sack.
Tan Zhenghong continued to weave baskets, and both of them were doing their own thing, the silence only broken by the sounds of their work.
