"Ah?" Qiao Muer woke up from her strange mood and blinked her almond-shaped eyes, as if she didn't understand what Yue Zheng said.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated, "Can you sew buttons? With needle and thread."
Qiao Muer finally understood and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he had moved closer to her just now in order to see the condition of her collar clearly, which was not what she thought.
Realizing that she was being too sentimental, the girl's already hot face became even redder.
She nodded, and answered quietly because she felt guilty, "Yes."
Yue Zheng placed his hands on the sides of her face, and his body, which was much taller than her, moved away.
His brows were still cold and he used his other hand to take out a box from the small compartment in front of the car and handed it over.
Only then did Qiao Muer realize that what Yue Zheng handed over was a small needle and thread set.
There were threads of several colors, needles of different sizes, and some buttons.
"Sew it yourself." Yue Zheng said coldly.
Qiao Muer took the needle and thread set, and at this moment, she was completely sober.
He found her in the classroom, took her out of the school gate, put her in the car, and got close to her - all of this was because the collar of her school uniform was open and there were no buttons.
Thinking of her deliberate provocation to Yue Zheng outside the school gate just now, Qiao Muer saw through Yue Zheng's intention. He was indeed a "good brother" who was afraid that she, the future sister-in-law, would lose the Lu family.
After she took the needle and thread, she became silent and Qiao Muer didn't know what she was angry about.
The girl took out a similar needle from the small box with her slender fingers, threaded the needle towards the light, took out a button, and placed it on the collar on her chest and began to sew.
Although Qiao Muer is a delicate lady, she is taught how to sew buttons in the school's labor classes.
She sewed very seriously. She had to be serious because if she was not, her thoughts would drift to another person in the car.
The man, whom she was worried would arouse her thoughts, was sitting in the driver's seat, with one hand on the steering wheel, looking at her slightly sideways.
The girl's red cheeks have gradually subsided, and her fair and rosy face is now dimple-like.
Her eyes were a little moist and she looked like a poor little deer that was being bullied.
She looked unusually gentle and quiet as she lowered her head to sew buttons, which was slightly different from the reckless and unruly little princess in the man's memory.
Yue Zheng's gaze gradually became deeper, and his deep blue eyes flashed with many emotions that he himself was not aware of.
On the other side, Qiao Muer had no time to observe Yue Zheng's changes.
She was busy dealing with the situation at hand.
Although Qiao Muer knew how to sew buttons, it was very inconvenient for her to sew two broken buttons on the collar of her school uniform.
Because she was wearing her school uniform, and the button broke at the collar.
If she lowered her head to sew for a while, the soft hair would slide down a little and block her.
Even if she tucked her hair behind her ears and lowered her head for a while, her long hair would slide down and block her view.
The hair on the sides of my ears has fallen down for the umpteenth time.
Qiao Muer held the buttons and needle and thread with one hand and was about to use the other hand to push her long hair behind her ear.
The man's slender fingers suddenly moved close to the girl's ear and lifted up her falling hair.
When Qiao Muer's hair was lifted up by Yue Zheng, the man's fingertips with a slightly cool touch inadvertently brushed across her earlobe.
The girl, who was sewing buttons seriously, suddenly froze.
That strange feeling appeared again.
All the blood is rushing to the same place -
Even without looking in the mirror, Qiao Muer could imagine that her earlobes and neck must have been all red.
I still won't tell the time, it's about one chapter per hour, it's really too slow. (To be continued)