Xiao Hong laughed heartily. "If they could marry a daughter-in-law like you, they'd wake up smiling in their dreams. With your family's conditions, you marrying in would be like a god descending; who would dare make you work."
"It can be like that?" Fu Wenwen was stunned. Xiao Hong nodded. "Of course. Look at the village men who marry girls from the town; do they ever make their daughters-in-law work?"
"Alright!" Fu Wenwen shrugged her shoulders.
"Sister, how do you want this dress made?" Xiao Hong looked at Fu Wenwen and said with a light smile.
"Sister Xiao Hong, I'll just sketch something out. See if you can make it for me?" Fu Wenwen thought for a moment. She didn't know how to describe it precisely, but she wanted something like an inner garment, not a simple vest.
"Draw it, let me see!" Xiao Hong encouraged her, also a little curious about what kind of clothes Fu Wenwen wanted to make.
Fu Wenwen took paper and a pen, trying to draw what was in her mind. Xiao Hong looked and roughly understood. "Is it this kind that doesn't have buttons in the front and is pulled over the head?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Fu Wenwen was surprised that Xiao Hong could understand her rough drawing and nodded.
"This is the inner garment, right? What about the outer clothes?" Xiao Hong chuckled lightly. Her family used to make clothes, so she understood the sketch instantly.
Fu Wenwen thought for a moment, drew a casual outfit, and then a Zhongshan suit. For Lin An, she'd draw whatever was cute.
"Sister, your drawing is excellent! Lin Feng will look very sharp in this!" Xiao Hong's eyes lit up as she looked at the Zhongshan suit for Lin Feng, feeling there was plenty of space for embroidery.
"Sister Xiao Hong, for Lin An's clothes, I have a lot of small scraps here. See if you can use them?" Fu Wenwen smiled, picking up a bag of small fabric scraps, all odd bits and ends.
"Useful, useful! Oh my! Sister, the clothes you drew for Lin An are so beautiful." Xiao Hong's attention was drawn to Lin An's drawing, and seeing the cute little cats and monkeys on it, her heart melted.
"Then I'll leave it to you! If you need any help, just say so!" Fu Wenwen said with a smile.
Xiao Hong, however, was taken aback, looking at Fu Wenwen. "What about yourself?"
Fu Wenwen paused. Did she need to draw for herself too? "I... I'll just skip it?"
"How can you skip it? You've made them for everyone, so how can you not make something for yourself! You can't treat yourself unfairly!" Xiao Hong frowned, urging Fu Wenwen to draw the clothes she wanted.
Fu Wenwen thought for a moment, then drew an inner garment in the style of her own, handing it to Xiao Hong. "Sister Xiao Hong, see if you can make this?"
"What is this? Is this... our women's undergarment?" Xiao Hong took a while to understand what it was and asked Fu Wenwen.
Fu Wenwen nodded. Xiao Hong examined it carefully for a while longer, then smiled. "It can be done; we can probably make something close to it! Will it have buttons or hooks in the back?"
"Hooks, I guess. If not, just make it a pull-over without a split," Fu Wenwen thought. There weren't really any specific bra hooks back then, so a pull-over might be better.
"Okay, I'll try both. If it doesn't work, I'll make it a pull-over." Xiao Hong was also very interested. Suddenly, she looked up and examined Fu Wenwen from head to toe. "Sister, with your figure, it would be a shame not to wear a qipao. You're a natural beauty."
"It's a pity, you can't wear them now." Xiao Hong sighed lightly.
"Things will get better!" Fu Wenwen patted Xiao Hong's shoulder to comfort her. She then picked up a pen and drew a casual outfit for herself: a top with three-quarter sleeves and a long, knee-length pleated skirt. After looking it over, Xiao Hong said there were no issues. They discussed a few minor details, and Fu Wenwen left satisfied.
Returning to her own doorway, Fu Wenwen hesitated to enter. The courage she had mustered before dissipated as she saw the door.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Wenwen was about to push the door open when it suddenly swung open by itself. Lin Feng's rugged face loomed before her, and Fu Wenwen's face flushed.
"Why aren't you coming in when you're at the door?" Lin Feng looked down at Fu Wenwen, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly. Fu Wenwen wanted to look away but found she couldn't move.
Lin Feng gently cupped Fu Wenwen's chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Afraid of me?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Fu Wenwen swallowed nervously. Hearing Lin Feng's words, she felt underestimated. She glared, then her body suddenly went soft, leaning against Lin Feng.
Instantly, Lin Feng stiffened all over.
"Do I look afraid of you?" Fu Wenwen retorted, her large eyes blinking as she slowly leaned closer to Lin Feng's lips.
When she was only a centimeter away from his lips, Fu Wenwen shifted slightly, moving to Lin Feng's ear and playfully biting his earlobe.
Lin Feng clenched his fists, anticipating Fu Wenwen's closeness. He hadn't expected her to suddenly bite his earlobe. The soft sensation made him tense up, and a strong desire flooded his mind.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. Fu Wenwen felt as though she might have stirred something up and was about to retreat, but Lin Feng wouldn't give her the chance. He directly pulled her into his embrace, turned, and pushed her against the door.
Fu Wenwen was pressed against the door by Lin Feng. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Feng seized the moment, lowered his head, and sealed her lips.
Fu Wenwen lost the ability to speak as Lin Feng kissed her. The air in her mouth grew scarce, her mind became hazy, and a never-before-felt sensation washed over her, a tingling numbness like being struck by lightning.
She helplessly surrendered to Lin Feng's passion, unable to extricate herself.
After a long while, Lin Feng finally released Fu Wenwen. She collapsed into his arms, gasping for breath. Lin Feng looked at her, his hot breath rising and falling beside her ear. Fu Wenwen's heart was in turmoil, her heart beating rapidly, as if something was surging into her chest, burning so intensely that she dared not breathe.
"Wenwen, give me a chance." Lin Feng's hoarse voice sounded in Fu Wenwen's ear. Fu Wenwen felt her heart about to explode. She helplessly looked up at him.
Lin Feng looked down at Fu Wenwen's slightly swollen lips, red from his kiss. His blood seemed about to surge again. Those lips held an extreme allure, exhaling breath, drawing him closer once more.
Fu Wenwen felt she was about to suffocate, held tightly in Lin Feng's embrace, her nose filled with his scent. Seeing his head drawing near again, Fu Wenwen didn't know what to do, only managing to close her eyes helplessly.
Lin Feng chuckled, seeing her cute, helpless, closed-eyed expression.
Their chests pressed tightly together. Fu Wenwen clearly felt the tremor when Lin Feng chuckled. She opened her eyes to see Lin Feng's star-filled eyes looking at her.