The price of a sharp tongue was that the beautiful master arranged ten homework assignments.
Even begging in a massaging way was of no use.
But to be fair, the amber beads in his mouth were indeed quite sweet, somewhat like mint mixed with green apple.
After Jiang Shouzhong had laboriously recited ten articles about asceticism, Dugu Luoxue handed him the clothes she had sewn: "I made some size adjustments, they should fit."
"You finished them so quickly?" Jiang Shouzhong exclaimed.
"Try them on."
Dugu Luoxue's eyes and brows carried a gentle softness.
Jiang Shouzhong changed into the new clothes and came before the mirror.
The clothes fit as if tailor-made; each stitch and line perfectly aligned, outlining his figure to appear even more slender and upright, like an elegant tree in the forest, standing against the wind.
Gazing at his reflection, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly became somewhat distracted.
Apart from Ye, Dugu Luoxue was the only one who made clothes for him.