Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

What Murong Xue received on her eighteenth birthday was indeed a set of pink diamond jewelry and a violet dress made by Song Pingqing himself.

To be honest, I can only say that the style of the two together is not abrupt, but in fact, with Murong Xue's aesthetic taste, she would not match them together.

A week before her birthday, Song Pingqing gave these gifts to Murong Xue: "I originally wanted to make a dress." Song Pingqing felt a little apologetic, "but my ability really doesn't allow it."

The dresses they usually wear and the dresses Song Pingqing saw in his previous life have completely different effects.

Although Song Pingqing was able to calculate the data, his tailoring skills were far from enough.

I don’t know how to piece things together, how to match fabrics, or how to make the wrinkles more even during sewing.

So they made it again and again, and revised it again and again, and the style gradually changed from the initial "I am so excited that I must make something amazing enough" to "making a piece of clothing that Murong Xue can wear."

"It's true that different trades are different." Song Pingqing sighed, "It seems that big talk really shouldn't be made in advance."

"It's already very good." Murong Xue resisted the urge to look at the ring immediately, and reached out to gently touch the soft and smooth fabric. "As a beginner, it's already amazing to be able to make such a dress in two months."

The young lady's praise was sincere.

When making clothes for Murong Xue, of course the fabrics used must be the best.

Although this skirt has a very simple design and no extra decorations, it has all the necessary details, fine stitching and a beautiful shape.

Song Pingqing devoted all his extracurricular life to this during this period, and was able to achieve this level with difficulty.

"I'll change it and show you." Murong Xue immediately picked up the skirt and walked into the cloakroom.

Only when you give sufficient emotional feedback when receiving a gift will the other person prepare the next gift more carefully.

Murong Xue quickly changed into the skirt and said, "Not bad, it fits well."

"It has to fit." Song Pingqing watched her turning around in front of the mirror and complained.

"I made a mannequin based on your body shape. If it doesn't fit you well, I will hold the person who made it accountable."

When these words fell into the ears of the love-brained person, they took on a completely different tone.

Does this mean that during this period of time, Song Pingqing has been studying his body shape every day?

This time, not only Murong Xue's ears turned red, but her ears and face turned red together.

"Eh? What's wrong with your face?" Song Pingqing noticed and immediately reached out to touch it. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? The weather has been changing so fast recently that it's easy to catch a cold."

At this time, in order to avoid exposing the truth due to guilty conscience, Murong Xue could only try her best to ignore her accelerating heartbeat and let Song Pingqing touch her forehead.

"Yeah. I felt a little groggy when I got up this morning."

"Why don't you say anything?" Song Pingqing touched Murong Xue's arm and found that it was not as cold as he had imagined, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Because it was fine after a while, I thought I was just not awake."

While Murong Xue was talking nonsense, she said in her heart: Because I was lying to you in the first place, idiot.

"Okay, change your clothes quickly. You've caught a cold. Don't try on the skirt, or you'll get even colder." Song Pingqing urged repeatedly.

A lie often requires a series of actions to cover it up.

Murong Xue, who pretended to have a cold, soon received her first "love patient meal" - ginger soup.

In the last second, Murong Xue was still in bed, secretly happy that the child who pretended to be sick got candy. In the next second, she saw Jiang Tang and her face changed.

"You look pale." Song Pingqing walked to Murong Xue with ginger soup in his hand, "Drink the ginger soup quickly."

"I don't want to drink it! I hate the taste of ginger!" Murong Xue immediately crawled into the quilt and couldn't get out.

"Then what should I do? I asked you to take the medicine but you refused to do so." Song Pingqing sighed.

Little ancestor, what on earth do you want to do?

Murong Xue lay in the quilt with a helpless look on her face: I'm not really sick, why should I take medicine?

But if she kept silent like this, she was worried that Song Pingqing would get suspicious, so after a while, Murong Xue said, "I will drink it if you make the ginger milk like before."

"...Ginger milk is just for kids to play with."

Murong Xue remained silent for a long time.

It’s really...hard to appease.

Song Pingqing sighed.

Murong Xue, who was trapped in the quilt, felt the mattress move, as if Song Pingqing had gotten up.

"Where are you going?" Murong Xue poked her head out.

"Where else can we go?" Song Pingqing smiled and turned his head to look at her red face. "Go to the kitchen to make ginger milk for the kids."

Murong Xue's face turned even redder.

When Song Pingqing brought up the ginger milk, Murong Xue was satisfied: "If Chinese medicine also tastes like this, then it's not unacceptable."

"That's a nice thought." Song Pingqing took out a tissue and handed it to her, "Wipe the corners of your mouth."

"Wipe it for me." Murong Xue said willfully.

"Okay, okay, you are the worst because you are sick."

What else could Song Pingqing do? Of course he spoiled her.

This kind of thing can be tolerated, but another kind of thing cannot be tolerated.

"There's a lot of sugar in ginger milk. If you eat this today, you won't be able to drink milk tea tomorrow."

When Murong Xue heard what Song Pingqing said, her expression immediately froze.

How can ginger-flavored milk be as delicious as regular milk! ! ! !

Seeing Murong Xue's frozen and even somewhat dazed expression, Song Pingqing suppressed his soft heart and continued, "If she doesn't feel better by tomorrow morning, she must take medicine and drink ginger soup."

"I know!" Murong Xue sullenly went back into bed and gave Song Pingqing an angry look from her back.

With the triple effects of ginger soup, medicine, and losing a cup of milk tea, Murong Xue "recovered" the next day.

The next morning, facing Song Pingqing's concern, Murong Xue said softly, "Of course I'm fine. It's just a minor cold. How long can it last?"

"It seems that ginger milk does have a certain effect in dispelling cold." Song Pingqing was very satisfied with his results, "Come and have breakfast."

Murong Xue felt a little sad when she thought about wasting a cup of milk tea because of pretending to be sick.

But when she saw that Song Pingqing had already prepared rice porridge and side dishes for her, Murong Xue's mood eased a little.

"Eat. Since you've recovered so quickly, I'll make you a cup of sugar-free light milk tea tomorrow."

"Light milk tea without sugar?"

"Use skim milk and don't add extra sugar." Song Pingqing said, "If you reduce your intake, you can still get an even cup."

What's so interesting about milk tea without sugar.

But Murong Xue still nodded reluctantly.

If you don't agree, you won't have this cup either.

Shen Ci and Wu Qiming, who were also sitting at the breakfast table, looked at each other.

As expected, their eldest brother is still scary. Her concern for Murong Xue is always in the wonderful details, and it is endless and hard to guard against.