After rebirth, the ascetic Mr. Li stepped down from the altar for me

After dinner, Li Yehan entered the study.

Qiao Mian, on the other hand, hurried back to the room.

She took a bath first and did skin care all over her body.

After that, she wore a black silk suspender-length nightgown, went into the cloakroom, and took out a black shopping bag.

Inside was the black silk fabric she bought last time, as well as needle and thread, as well as tailoring scissors, marking powder, and a measuring ruler.

After hurriedly returning to the room, she sat on the bed. She carefully stretched out the black silk fabric and spread it flat on the snow-white bed.

After that, she took a measuring ruler and a marker and carefully drew the parts needed to make a tie on the fabric.

After drawing, she took the scissors and cut out carefully.

Then, he threaded the black silk thread into the needle and sewed Li Yehan's tie bit by bit.

Every stitch represents her love for Li Yehan.

She hoped that Li Yehan would like it.

It was also the first time in her life that she made a tie for a person with her own hands.

The woman's hands are already white and slender.

It looks particularly white against the silky black satin.

Just like the finest mutton-fat jade.

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On the other side, in the study, Li Yehan has been busy processing some emails from abroad.

Exquisite gold-rimmed chain glasses, worn on the bridge of the nose.

Against the backdrop of the bright lights, the extremely fine golden threads shimmered with dazzling light.

The man only has work in his eyes, and he concentrates to the extreme.

The cartoonish hands with clear joints were tapping quickly on the keyboard, typing out English words one after another.

Li Yehan has a lot of work.

When he had completely dealt with it, he realized that it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He squeezed his eyes tiredly, then slowly and slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and returned to the master bedroom with his body full of exhaustion.

The door is ajar.

He could see clearly, it was brightly lit.

Seeing this, the man's beautiful sword eyebrows raised slightly.

She's actually not asleep yet?

When he opened the door, he saw the woman who was so beautiful that she was sitting on the bed sewing a black satin tie.

The light hit her long eyelashes just right, casting a dark shadow on her face.

And she seemed too focused.

Completely unaware of the door opening.

Li Yehan gently closed the door and walked to her side.

At this time, Qiao Mian slowly raised her head.

As soon as she was distracted, the sharp needle point mercilessly pierced her already scarred thumb on her left hand.

She couldn't help but frown and exclaimed in pain, "Ah...it hurts."

Li Yehan immediately frowned, sat next to her, and placed the tie beside her.

Only then did Li Yehan realize that the tie was a semi-finished product.

There is another place where the stitching is not done properly.

She actually sewed a tie for him with her own hands?

Suddenly, he felt a warmth rising somewhere in his heart.

Quickly holding her slender wrist, he began to carefully examine the place where the needle had been pricked.

The woman's left thumb is covered with dense needle holes.

Her skin was already delicate, but now it was slightly red and swollen.

The place where it had just been pricked was bleeding.

At this moment, Li Yehan's heart twitched violently, "Why don't you tie yourself a tie? Do you think it hurts when you tie it for yourself?"

Seeing this, Qiao Mian smiled nonchalantly, quickly retracted her hand, took out a few tissues from the bedside table, carefully pressed them on the bleeding area, and asked, "It's okay, why are you back?"

Li Yehan frowned, "Why did you suddenly remember that you made the tie yourself?"