Quick Wear: Don’t Be Afraid of the Yandere Villain

"Wait for me, I'll be done soon." Maybe Qian Zhi comes home from get off work at this time every day, so Wan Ge has a biological clock, and subconsciously knows that he will come back at about the same time.

So she often puts aside what she is doing before he comes back.

Qian Zhi did not let go of her hand, but hugged her and let her turn her head, and then his soft lips fell on her warm lips.

Wan Ge responded obediently, and Qian Zhi seemed to be particularly pleased. After a while, Qian Zhi let go of the person in front of him.

"Do you miss me, my wife?" Qian Zhi put his forehead against hers, and looked at her with deep eyes.

Wan Ge hummed softly.

To be honest, she didn't want to be moved. She knew that the ending would be the same in the end, but her heart would still beat faster every time she faced Qian Zhi.

She tried hard every day to persuade herself not to be moved casually, but the heart decided things that were beyond people's control. He could only try to act calmer, at least if something like that really happened in the future, he wouldn't lose so badly.

Qian Zhi looked at her cold response, and there was a little more disappointment in his eyes.

He actually knew very well that Wan Ge was willing to choose him as a marriage partner just because of his appearance. But for him, he didn't mind it, he always felt that Wan Ge would like him.

But every time he got such a cold response, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Wan Ge felt it, was silent for a moment, and kissed him on the face.

But in an instant, Qian Zhi's disappointment disappeared. Finally, he let go of him gently: "I'll help you clean up."

After that, Qian Zhi helped people put away all the painting tools. Perhaps because he did this kind of thing too much, Qian Zhi cleaned up very quickly.

But when he turned around, Wan Ge saw that his white shirt was stained with paint. He didn't know if the tool rack was accidentally stained with paint, causing him to stick it when he put the tools.

"The clothes are dirty." Wan Ge said softly.

Qian Zhi looked down and saw that it was indeed stained with paint: "It's okay."

Wan Ge didn't say anything else. Qian Zhi would never lack clothes. If they were dirty or wrinkled, they would be thrown away directly.

…

But the next day, Wan Ge saw the servant hanging the clothes.

"This clothes is not thrown away?" Wan Ge was a little confused.

The servant nodded obediently: "The master said it can't be thrown away, let us wash it."

But once the dye is stained on the clothes, it will not fade or wash off. So the traces of the paint are still very obvious.

"I know, give it to me after it dries."

"Okay, ma'am." The servant answered obediently again.

…

The clothes were in a fast-drying state, and the weather was good, so they were dry before noon. The servant handed the ironed clothes to Wan Ge.

Wan Ge took the clothes back to her studio. Thinking of the flower and bird skirt pattern she had seen before, Wan Ge looked for it again and made some reference.

One of them was a painting of a bird holding a tree in its mouth. The painting area was not large, just the dirty part.

After her modification, the pure white shirt became a traditional Chinese style shirt. Although it was a painting, Wan Ge painted it very well. Although it was not as well-matched as embroidery, it was also amazing.

After the paint dried, Wan Ge washed it again and ironed the clothes by hand.