You’re Not Allowed to Look at Other Men

Chu Jiuning remained silent for a moment, exhaling deeply before taking off the basketball jersey he had tried on.

“Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and sew! I just laid out new quilts and bed sheets today. If you don’t wear the new ones, don’t get on the bed!”

As she watched each of them clumsily lower their heads and start sewing with needles, Chu Jiuning wanted to laugh but dared not. She quickly diverted her attention by cutting fabric.

Once she finished cutting, she started sewing with the needle at an accelerated pace.

Those men couldn’t help but be amazed.

They were using the same hands, so why could she sew swiftly without getting pricked, while Jian Tong couldn’t even remember how many times he had been pricked and felt the pain?

After finishing the sewing, Chu Jiuning stood up, shook her skirt, and called Feng Jiuqing over to compare. Then she directly handed it to her.

“Little Jiu, you go take a bath first.”