There's something wrong with these witches

Although the socks designed by Lu Xun broke through all Mu Qingshuang's cognition, and the strong shame almost occupied all her thoughts, she was still willing to give it a try and put on the socks designed by her lover, revealing her slender legs. Then let him admire it slowly in the room.

Lu Xun couldn't help but froze for a moment, looking at the pretty widow who turned her face sideways. The black silk hair covered her side face, so she couldn't see her expression at the moment, but judging from the trembling voice, she should have blushed.

"Do you really like it?" Lu Xun pursed his lips and said seriously: "If it's just for compliments, I think it's better to forget it."

"No, no." Mu Qingshuang bit her lips and replied hesitantly: "I didn't go out of my way to compliment you. I... I just think these socks should look good when they are put on. Of course you let me wear them. I can’t do it outside, but it’s okay to wear it inside the house.”

Of course you can wear it in the house and under the quilt. Lu Xun said softly: "Since you like it, that's great. It's just a first draft now. If you have any other requirements, we can modify it, for example. For example, the length of the socks, the color of the socks, etc.”

"Um"

Mu Qingshuang still had her face turned sideways, not daring to turn her head to look at him.

In the small pavilion, Mu Qingshuang turned sideways to him, and at the same time stretched out her hand to hold his big hand tightly. An ambiguous atmosphere slowly fermented between them, and a long time passed without speaking. .

Lu Xun stood on the side, looking at the mature and pretty widow beside him. It seemed that compared with the previous few days, her figure was plumper, especially from this angle, the skirt was wrapped because of her sitting posture. The round buttocks outline it into an infinitely beautiful shape, making people want to go up and explore it.

Is it a problem with the skirt? It seemed that the dress was a little too small and hugged her tightly.

Why does it feel like déjà vu? If I remember correctly, Aunt Su seemed to have done this too, deliberately wearing a smaller Taoist robe to highlight her curvy figure in order to seduce me, and she admitted this herself.

"Well, do you want me to explain it to you?" Lu Xun asked softly.

Mu Qingshuang nodded and said as thinly as an ant: "Please explain it to me. This paper is too messy and I can't understand it."

"OK!"

"Then let me tell you something." Lu Xun pursed his lips and reminded carefully: "You are still holding my hand."

As soon as the words fell,

Mu Qingshuang trembled all over and withdrew her jade hand in panic. She was already blushing, but now her whole body was red.

Lu Xun was sitting next to her. He was about to open his mouth when he suddenly realized something and turned to look at her. Seeing that she was still facing him sideways, he smiled helplessly and said, "Shuang'er, can you turn your head over? Then look at the drawings." ?”

The sound of "Shuang'er" made Mu Qingshuang tremble. After responding softly, she slowly turned her head and looked at the drawings in front of her.

In the following time, Lu Xun began to describe his understanding of stockings. However, due to his bold description and advanced concepts, the pretty widow beside him became more and more trembling. The more he listened, the more he was at a loss. He suppressed the shame in his heart, Listening to those incredible contents while feeling dizzy.

"how to say"

"The socks I designed allow women to get rid of the shackles of tradition and escape from their original style. They use the plasticity and ductility of the devil's spider silk from the Western Regions to express another kind of beauty of women's legs." Lu Xun paused. , continued: "Maybe you can't accept it now, but as time goes by, I believe it will be accepted by people in the world."

"actually."

"You can also think of these socks as a spirit of exploration that is not trapped by limitations in the pursuit of beauty." Lu Xun took a deep breath and said seriously: "These are not just socks, they are works of art. The so-called art It is a kind of aesthetic appreciation and appreciation of the beauty in all things.”

She knew every word in his words, but when they were put together, Mu Qingshuang was confused and had no idea what he was talking about. But she understood the previous words a little better. It probably meant that all men like women. legs, so women should make their legs look better.

"Do you like women's legs very much? Especially those slender jade legs?" Mu Qingshuang asked unexpectedly.

Ah, if you speak so directly, it will be difficult for us to continue to be friends. Lu Xun smiled naively and replied seriously: "Every man likes me, but I am different from those stinky men. Those stinky men outside are out of There is a fundamental difference between primitive instinct and my desire to explore the beauty of all things in the world. How can I put it this way? You can regard me as an artist.”

Although what Lu Xun said made sense, in Mu Qingshuang's ears, he was talking about Abba Ababa Abba.

"After saying so much, the bottom line is that I like women's slender legs." Mu Qingshuang caught the essence of the matter immediately, licked her red lips, and asked squeaking: "In that case...are you? Why do you like the little fox’s short legs?”

"Well"

Lu Xun didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Forget it. The little fox is so cute, anyone would like it." Mu Qingshuang looked at the bewildered look on the face of the man she had longed for, and she was considerate and gave him the steps without continuing to embarrass him.

After this,

Mu Qingshuang showed off her needlework skills over the years and asked him many professional questions. As a master of theory, he was quickly asked and didn't know what to do. He looked around and asked The ignorant little man and the pretty widow burst out laughing.

"Why don't you know anything?" Mu Qingshuang asked softly.

"I just thought about what it would be like. As for the questions you asked, I haven't thought about it, and I can't think about it." Lu Xun smiled awkwardly and said, "You can figure it out yourself. Anyway, it's probably That's the situation."

"Um"

Mu Qingshuang nodded, reached out and picked up the drawing he drew, looked at the messy graffiti on it, and said softly: "Can you give this to me?"

"Of course." Lu Xun nodded.

Mu Qingshuang flattened the drawing on her hand, and followed the lines with her green jade fingers, and then lightly traced them, especially when she touched the outline of her legs. She couldn't help but imagine a picture in her mind. Wearing the socks he designed, he gently caressed her from the jade toes to the jade soles, along the lower shins and up to the entire thigh.

oops!

So, so shameful!

How could I imagine such a scene? Mu Qingshuang's face was almost red and even a little hot.

"correct!"

"Can it be dyed?" Lu Xun suddenly thought of the color issue and asked hurriedly: "I want to dye the socks black."

"Black black?"

Mu Qingshuang suppressed her shameful emotions and said softly: "You can use tree bark or fruit rind to dye it black, but... can you wear black socks?"

"Why not?"

"I think black suits you best. It can highlight your stability and generosity, and at the same time, it can also support your grace and luxury." Lu Xun replied.

ah!

His vision is so accurate that he can see through my essence in one go.

Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips lightly, looked at him quietly from the corner of her eyes, and murmured: "Well, let's dye it black."

"Let's talk."

"How many pairs do you want to make?" Mu Qingshuang asked softly.

How many pairs?

Let me think about it. With the Western Demon Spider Silk I currently have, I can make at least dozens of pairs, but it’s a bit of a waste. After all, I still need to make hip-covering stockings and sexy pants.

A pair for the big and small witches, a pair for Aunt Su, a pair for the little fox, and a pair for you, the pretty widow. That makes five pairs, so why not make eight pairs, and keep the remaining three pairs as spares.

"Eight pairs! Seven black and one white."

"You have a pair of black ones, Little Fox has a pair of white ones, and I need to experiment with the remaining six pairs of black ones for various tests and improvements." Lu Xun replied.

Mu Qingshuang did not doubt it. On the contrary, with her love brain, she thought that this was a sign of rigor in doing things, and said leisurely: "Okay. Give me that magic spider silk, and I will have my servants weave it into cloth for you." , and then make it for you with my own hands.”

"no, I'm fine."

"It has been woven into cloth, you can get started directly." Lu Xun said this, and then said: "I didn't bring those cloths with me this time, I will give them to you when I come next time."

You must have deliberately not brought it with you so that you could have an excuse to come to me next time.

Mu Qingshuang rolled her eyes at him charmingly and murmured: "Well, the next time you come here, bring those cloths over, and then... when I'm done, I will use the magic mirror to tell you, so you can Come and get it.”

"besides."

"Do you want some embroidery on the top of these socks?" Mu Qingshuang asked.

Lu Xun's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked curiously: "Is it okay?"

"Are you doubting my craftsmanship?" Mu Qingshuang said slightly arrogantly: "What's wrong with this?"

"Then have some."

Lu Xun replied with a smile. At the same time, he took out a writing brush and a piece of paper from his arms. After dipping the tip of the pen in water, he briefly traced it on the paper and said, "Embroider the pattern on this place. Don't do it." Embroider the sock body, and the pattern should be consistent.”

Mu Qingshuang hesitated for a moment, took the pen in his hand, and asked softly while drawing: "Is it like this?"

After looking at it, Lu Xun shook his head, stood beside her and slowly bent down, his strong chest pressed against her back, his head resting on his shoulder, and he reached out to grab her jade hand holding the brush.

"Shuang'er. It's like this."

Lu Xun leaned into her ear and spoke softly. At the same time, he gently controlled her jade hand, commanding the brush in her hand to draw circles one after another on the paper.

Listen to his hoarse and low voice, feel his hot breath, smell the manly breath on his body, and experience his strong and strong chest.

The pretty widow was so excited all over, her eyes were full of tenderness and fascination.