Time flew by, and after a month, the weather was still unbearably hot and dry.
As it happened, it was market day in town, and she was getting ready to go. This time, Qiao Duo'er donned the fine cloth dress she had just made.
Cough cough... It wasn't that she was slow; it was just that now, a certain bastard kept staring at her.
That guy wouldn't do any weaving at night; instead, he just watched her, and he would continue until she got into bed and let him hold her. Only then would he withdraw that weird look in his eyes.
She was deeply embarrassed; she could tear apart ghosts with her bare hands, but she was utterly helpless against Tan Zhenghong.
Since Tan Zhenghong had been good to her, always fanning her and leaving the tasty bits of food for her, could she really beat him up?
Certainly... not!
This directly resulted in her taking a whole month to finish the dress.
Wearing the fine cloth dress, Qiao Duo'er's entire demeanor had transformed.
