Something is wrong with these witches

Chapter 232

Although the socks designed by Lu Xun broke through all Mu Qingshuang's cognition, and the strong shame almost occupied all her thoughts, but she was still willing to try it, and put on the socks designed by her lover, revealing two slender jade legs. Then let him appreciate it slowly in the room.

Lu Xun couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking at the pretty widow who turned her face sideways, her side face was covered by black hair, so she couldn't see her expression at the moment, but judging from the trembling voice, she should be blushing already.

"Do you really like it?" Lu Xun pursed his lips, and said earnestly: "If it's just for compliment, I think it's better to forget it."

"No, no." Mu Qingshuang bit her lips tightly, and replied hesitantly: "I didn't intend to compliment you, I just think that these socks should look good after I put them on. Of course you let me wear them outside. I can't do it. It's no problem to wear them indoors."

Of course, you can wear it indoors, and you can also wear it under the quilt. Lu Xun said softly, "Since you like it, it's great. It's just a first draft. If you have any other requirements, we can modify them, such as the length of the socks, the color of the socks, etc."

"Um"

Mu Qingshuang still kept her face sideways, not daring to turn her head to look at him.

In the small gazebo, Mu Qingshuang turned sideways to him, and at the same time stretched out her hand to hold his big hand tightly. An ambiguous atmosphere slowly fermented between each other, and a long time passed without speaking.

Lu Xun stood on the side, looking at the pretty widow next to her, it seemed that compared with the previous few days, she had a fuller figure and fuller figure, especially from this angle, because of her sitting posture, the wrapped round buttocks outlined the infinitely beautiful shape of the skirt, which made one couldn't help but want to go up and explore it.

Is it a skirt problem?It seemed that the dress was a little too small and wrapped her tightly.

How do you feel familiar?If I remember correctly, Aunt Su seems to have done the same thing. She deliberately wore a smaller Taoist robe to highlight her graceful figure, so as to seduce me, and this was her own admission.

"That. Shall I explain it to you?" Lu Xun asked softly.

Mu Qingshuang nodded, and said as thinly as a mosquito ant: "Please tell me, this paper is too messy, I can't understand it."

"Row!"

"Then let me tell you something." Lu Xun pursed his lips and carefully reminded: "You still hold my hand."

In the middle of the conversation,
Mu Qingshuang trembled all over, and pulled back her jade hand in a panic. She was already flushed, but now her whole body was completely red.

Lu Xun sat beside her, just about to open his mouth. Suddenly realized something, turned his head to look at her, saw that she was still sideways facing him, and smiled helplessly: "Shuang'er, can you turn your head around? Then look at the blueprint?"

The sound of "Shuang'er" made Mu Qingshuang shudder. After responding softly, she slowly turned her head and looked at the blueprint in front of her.

In the following time, Lu Xun began to describe his understanding of silk stockings, but due to the bold description and advanced concepts, the widow beside him trembled more and more, and the more he listened, the more he was at a loss. Suppressing the shame in his heart, he listened to those unimaginable contents in a dizzy state.

"how to say"

"The socks I designed are for women to get rid of the shackles of tradition and the original style, and use the plasticity and extensibility of the Western Region magic spider silk to express another beauty of women's legs." Lu Xun paused and continued: "Maybe you are a little unacceptable now, but as time goes by, I believe it will definitely be accepted by the world."

"actually."

"You can also think of this kind of socks as an exploratory spirit that is not trapped by limitations in the pursuit of beauty." Lu Xun took a deep breath and said seriously: "This is not just socks, it is a work of art. The so-called art is a kind of aesthetics, appreciating and comprehending the beauty of all things."

He knew every single word in his words, but after putting them together, Mu Qingshuang was at a loss as to what he was talking about, but she understood what he was talking about. It was probably because men like women's legs, so women should make their legs look better.

"Do you like women's legs very much? Especially those slender jade legs?" Mu Qingshuang asked unexpectedly.

Ah, it’s hard for us to continue being friends when you speak so straightforwardly. Lu Xun smiled innocently, and replied solemnly: "I like all men, but I am different from those stinky men. Those stinky men outside are based on primitive instincts, and I belong to explore the beauty of everything in the world. There is an essential difference. How can you treat me as an artist?"

Although what Lu Xun said was very reasonable, in Mu Qingshuang's ears, he was abaaabaaaba.

"Having said so much, the bottom line is that I like women's slender legs." Mu Qingshuang grasped the essence of the matter at once, lightly licked her vermilion lips, and asked creakingly, "If that's the case, how did you fall in love with the little fox's short legs?"

"Uh"

Lu Xun didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Forget it. The little fox is so cute, anyone would like it." Mu Qingshuang looked at the man she had been thinking about day and night, with a look of helplessness, she thoughtfully did not continue to make things difficult for him, and gave the steps to her.

After this,

Mu Qingshuang showed her needlework skills over the years, and asked him many professional questions. As a master of theory, he was soon at a loss as to what to do. Looking at the little man next to him who asked three questions, the pretty widow burst out laughing.

"Why don't you know anything?" Mu Qingshuang asked softly.

"I just thought about what it would be like. As for... As for the questions you asked, I haven't thought about it, and I can't think about it." Lu Xun smiled awkwardly: "You can figure it out yourself. In short, the general situation is like this."

"Um"

Mu Qingshuang nodded, reached out to pick up his blueprint, looked at the messy graffiti on it, and said softly, "Can you give this to me?"

"Of course." Lu Xun nodded.

Mu Qingshuang flattened the drawing in her hand, and her green fingers followed the lines, and then lightly stroked them, especially when they touched the contours of the legs, she couldn't help imagining a picture in her mind, she was wearing the socks he designed, and then he was gently stroking from the jade toes to the jade soles, along the shins and up to the entire big thigh.

Damn!

Too... so shameful!

How could I have imagined such a picture? Mu Qingshuang's face was almost flushed, and she even felt a little hot.

"correct!"

"Can it be dyed?" Lu Xun suddenly thought of the color problem, and hurriedly asked: "I want to dye the socks black."

"Black black?"

Mu Qingshuang suppressed her embarrassment, and said softly, "You can use tree bark or fruit skin to dye it black, but can you wear black socks?"

"Why can't it be?"

"I think black is the most suitable for you. It can highlight your stability and generosity, and at the same time support your grace and luxury." Lu Xun replied.

Ah!
His eyes were so precise that he could see through my essence.

Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips lightly, looked at him quietly from the corner of her eyes, and murmured: "Well, let's dye it black."

"Speak."

"How many pairs do you want?" Mu Qingshuang asked softly.

How many pairs?

Let me think about it. According to the current Western Region magic spider silk, at least dozens of pairs can be made, but it is a bit wasteful. After all, we still need to make hip-wrapped stockings and hollow pants.

One pair for the big and the other witches, Aunt Su will also have a pair, and you will have a pair for the little fox, and you will have a pair for the pretty widow. That's five pairs, let's make eight pairs, and keep the remaining three pairs for spares.

"Eight pairs! Seven black and one white."

"You have a pair of black ones, the little fox has a pair of white ones, and the remaining six pairs of black ones I need to experiment with and conduct various tests and improvements." Lu Xun replied.

Mu Qingshuang didn't doubt it. On the contrary, with her love brain, she thought this was a sign of being rigorous in doing things, and said leisurely, "Okay. You give me that magic spider silk, and I'll have my servants weave it for you, and then make it for you with my own hands."

"no, I'm fine."

"It has been woven into cloth, you can start directly." Lu Xun said this, and then said: "I didn't bring those cloths this time, and I will give them to you when I come next time."

You must not bring it on purpose, so that you can have an excuse to come to me next time
Mu Qingshuang rolled her eyes at him charmingly, and murmured: "Well, next time you come, bring those cloths, and then... and when I'm done, I'll tell you with the magic mirror, and let you pick it up."

"and also."

"Do you want some patterns embroidered on the top of this sock?" Mu Qingshuang asked.

Lu Xun's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked curiously, "Is it possible?"

"Are you doubting my craftsmanship?" Mu Qingshuang said a little arrogantly, "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Come on then."

Lu Xun replied with a smile. At the same time, he took out a brush and a piece of paper from his pocket. After dipping the tip of the pen in water, he briefly drew on the paper and said, "Embroider the pattern on this place, don't embroider the body of the sock, and the pattern should be consistent."

Mu Qingshuang hesitated for a moment, took the pen in his hand, and asked nonchalantly while drawing, "Is it like this?"

Lu Xun shook his head after looking at her, stood beside her and slowly bent down, his strong chest was pressed against her back, his head rested on the fragrant shoulder, and he reached out and grabbed her hand holding the brush.

"Shuang'er. That's how it is."

Lu Xun leaned into her ear, and said softly, at the same time gently controlled her jade hand, directed the brush in her hand, and drew circles one after another on the paper.

Listening to his hoarse and deep voice, feeling his hot breath, smelling the manly breath on his body, experiencing the strong and firm chest
The pretty widow was numb all over, and her eyes were full of tenderness and infatuation.

(End of this chapter)