My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

After lunch, Embroidery Lady sneakily pulled Qiao Duo’er into her own boudoir.

"Sister Duo’er, I want to ask you for a favor," Embroidery Lady said awkwardly.

This text is hosted at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Now she was almost trapped in Duo Meifang all day, and with all sorts of skincare products, her complexion had greatly improved.

That was a trouble too, like getting flushed at the slightest thing.

Qiao Duo’er was a bit surprised, she hadn’t expected the normally straightforward Embroidery Lady to be so bashful.

Could this be what they call a young girl’s spring feelings?

Qiao Duo’er teased, "Come on, tell me which family’s young master has charmed our Embroidery Lady."

"Stop it!" Embroidery Lady stomped her foot.