Often, the journey is more important than the result, just like when climbing a mountain, the scenery along the way is actually more beautiful and richer.
Until Chu Ying appeared like a little white lamb in front of Zhang Xiaoshan, Zhang Xiaoshan was still in a daze.
"Naughty brother, what are you staring at?"
Chu Ying brought her knees together, crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself in vain.
Zhang Xiaoshan was startled awake.
"I was just checking your physical condition, now I have some grasp of it, lie down please."
Chu Ying lay down as Zhang Xiaoshan requested.
She tried to pull the quilt over herself for some cover, but Zhang Xiaoshan stopped her.
"No way, that would affect my needlework."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan pulled out a box of silver needles.
Seeing this, Chu Ying could only resign herself, her face flushed, body burning, gritting her teeth, tightly closing her eyes.
"Are you done yet?"
Chu Ying was on the verge of collapse.
