NABC You bought Chapter 111 too?
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Xia Li found that the assembly sequence wasn't difficult; the challenge lay in putting them together. Even after waxing the parts, the inlay points were still difficult to join, and she had to exert a lot of effort to install them.
Perhaps because the assembly itself is relatively inexpensive, the workmanship is somewhat inferior.
I was shopping online with Aunt Lan. Good handmade items cost thousands of yuan, but this violin only cost around two hundred.
Aunt Lan offered to help make up the difference, but Xia Li refused.
She wanted to buy it for Song Che herself.
She adjusted her sitting position on the bed and continued to work on it. She was so determined that Song Che was afraid of her. At this moment, she tried to stuff a small wooden block into it.
It can't be stuffed in.
She wasn't strong enough, and when she used too much force with her fingers, she poked at a wood shaving and felt a little pain.
She picked up the assembled chassis, changed her posture, and continued to forcefully insert that small part.
Xia Li's silver hair was messy, and her little face was tense like an angry frog. She applied wax to the small part and spent more than ten minutes stuffing it in.
His forehead was covered in sweat.
This thing doesn't require much technical skill; anyone can assemble it by following the tutorial.
But it's just hard to achieve.
Xia Li had already figured out the numbers and the order. Each number was a different type, and she pieced them together separately and then assembled them.
I glanced at the time and gathered up the scattered parts on the bed.
Song Che happened to knock on her door.
"Xia Li, dinner's ready."
"it is good."
Xia Li put the things back into the storage box, tidied her hair, and walked out of the bedroom.
After knocking on the door, Song Che stood in the living room and waited.
Three dishes and a soup were steaming on the table, chopsticks were set out, and bowls were served. He glanced at Xia Li's door, then at the dishes, worried they might get cold.
The door opened.
Xia Li came out with her hair clearly freshly combed, but a small tuft at the back of her head was sticking up rather unruly.
Like a silly goose.
Song Che saw it.
Xia Li sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and took a piece of pork rib.
Song Che also sat down and ate a mouthful of rice.
After taking a few bites, he couldn't help but glance at the tuft of hair again.
It's still sticking up.
Like a bird's tail.
He lowered his head and drank his soup.
No, I can't help it.
"Your hair," he said. "The back of your hair."
Xia Li touched the back of her head.
You didn't touch the right spot.
"left."
She touched it again.
I still didn't get it right.
Song Che put down his chopsticks.
"Don't move."
He stood up and walked behind her.
That tuft of hair stood up stubbornly; he pressed it down, but couldn't. He pressed it down again, and it still stood up.
"It's static electricity."
Xia Li remained seated, her neck stiff.
Song Che wrapped that tuft of hair around his fingers twice, pressed it into the rest of his hair, and held it for three seconds.
Let go.
Her hair stood up again.
"Never mind." He returned to his seat. "What did you do this afternoon? You have so much static electricity."
It's normal for there to be static electricity in winter, probably from twisting and turning in bed wrapped in a blanket.
"Nothing."
Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Song Che picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl.
"Let's eat."
Xia Li lowered her head and began to eat. She ate quickly, wanting to finish and return to her bedroom as soon as possible.
She wanted to keep something surprising, but she couldn't tell Song Che right now.
When Song Che finished eating and was clearing away the dishes, he picked up the paper bag from the sofa.
"The clothes have arrived—" he placed them on the coffee table. "Why don't you try them on?"
Xia Li put down her bowl, wiped her mouth, and walked over.
There are three paper bags.
She pulled out a piece of clothing and unfolded it.
White sweater, turtleneck.
Song Che hesitated for twenty minutes between the three colors when choosing, and finally chose white because Xia Li has fair skin, and dark colors would be too plain, while bright colors would be too eye-catching.
He had considered purple as well; it was purple from the very beginning, but purple looked old-fashioned and wasn't suitable for Xia Li.
She stood in the middle of the living room, holding the sweater, touching the fabric, and hugging it tighter. She liked purple, but that was before. After buying the phone case last time, she was going to try other colors.
White is fine.
Song Che then took out the remaining two items.
A coat and a pair of fleece-lined stockings.
Xia Li held the stockings up and looked at them for two seconds.
"This looks a lot like the one I had before."
"Isn't that one thin?" Song Che put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen. "This one is thicker, for winter."
He didn't turn around.
He heard Xia Li rustling as she unpacked something in the living room.
I turned off the tap and went outside.
"Should we give it a try?"
"try."
Xia Li picked up the clothes and went into the bedroom.
The door wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.
Song Che stood in the living room, his back to the crack, pretending to tidy up the snack bags on the coffee table.
Bruce jumped onto the sofa armrest, his tail drooping down and swaying back and forth.
Song Che arranged the three snack bags by size, then by color, counted them, and then shuffled them aside.
He didn't even know what he was doing.
Logically speaking, shouldn't we go and peek?
It's okay if we get caught, right?
The door opened.
He turned around.
Xia Li stood at the bedroom door.
She wasn't wearing a coat, just that sweater. She was still wearing those fuzzy, gray lounge pants, and she hadn't changed her socks either.
But just this one is enough.
Song Che glanced at it, then glanced at it again.
"----good."
Xia Li looked down at her sleeve.
"The sleeves are too long."
Song Che said, "Let's hold hands."
She took it.
The left hand folded it three times, and the right hand folded it twice.
Song Che walked over, untied the cuff of her right sleeve, and rolled it up again.
Song Che originally wanted to return it and exchange it for a more suitable one, but when he rolled up the sleeves, the clothes suddenly looked more elegant.
It felt strange at first, but after we put our arms around each other, it became casual and natural.
"That's better, you can try to pull it up a bit more."
As he bent down to roll up his sleeves, he smelled the scent of her hair.
The shampoo, bought from the supermarket, is cherry blossom scented; he brought back two large bottles when it was on sale. Xia Li washes her hair very carefully, rinsing it three times each time—maybe because girls have long hair, they need to rinse it many times when washing it.
Back in Hitler's time, her hair didn't smell like this. At that time, the castle had a special perfumer who would bring in a plant with silvery petals from the south every month, dry it, grind it into powder, and mix it into the shampoo.
The taste was very mild, like a snowy morning.
This one is cherry blossom flavored.
Nineteen yuan and ninety cents a bottle.
It doesn't smell as good.
Song Che rolled up his sleeves and let go of his hands.
"Alright."
Xia Li raised her hand and looked at it, seemingly quite satisfied.
Bruce's tail swayed.
Song Che took two steps back, creating some distance, and looked at the whole body from a distance. The overall size was fine, the sleeves were no problem, and Xia Li looked completely like a modern person in it.
"Try that coat on."
Xia Li went back into the house and took out her coat.
She put it on, without buttoning it up, and turned around in the middle of the living room. After putting on the coat, Xia Li instantly transformed from a homebody into a sophisticated beauty.
The hem of her dress fluttered up slightly, then fell back down.
Song Che leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed.
"Turn around."
She turned around.
"Turn your back to me."
She turned her back.
"good."
Song Che gave a fair assessment: Xia Li's figure is like a clothes hanger; she looks good in anything. The sweater accentuated her curves, and the curve of her chest could be vaguely seen under the coat.
Xia Li lowered her head to touch the buttons, unbuttoned her coat, and flipped through the price tags.
The tag was hidden inside the collar; it was a small white card.
369.
She tucked the tag back in and put it back on.
Looking at her expression, Song Che almost laughed.
Xia Li is quite stingy with money now.
You should know that Xia Li used to spend gold coins without batting an eye; she was a complete spendthrift!
Xia Li touched her clothes.
"A witch's dress—" she suddenly said, "It takes three months to make one."
Song Che didn't respond.
He had heard her say that.
Moonlight silkworm silk, silver thread, embroidered edges, monster fur—and a bunch of other precious materials.
There's a tailor in the castle who specializes in this.
"It won't break even after three years; the magic will seep in, and it will fit you better with each wear."
She paused.
"This one is 360." She looked up, "but it's warmer than the other one."
"—Of course, that was a summer dress, and you weren't afraid of the cold back then."
"Um.
""
Xia Li looked down at her sleeves again, making sure both sides were rolled up to the same length, then turned and walked back to the bedroom.
The door closed again.
Bruce jumped off the sofa, walked to Song Che's feet, and nuzzled against them.
Song Che looked down at it.
"What are you doing?"
Bruce ignored him and walked away.
The door opened again.
Xia Li put the coat back into the paper bag and pressed her hand against the opening of the bag.
"I didn't try those stockings on."
"Try it now."
She went back inside.
The door wasn't closed this time; it felt like they were too lazy to close it.
Song Che stood by the window with his back to the bedroom door, looking at the old tree downstairs.
He heard rustling sounds behind him.
Sweater rubbing.
The sound of taking off my pajamas, folding them once or twice, and placing them by the bedside.
Then came the stockings.
He stared at the bird's nest in the old locust tree.
The bird's nest was left unattended during the winter and was blown a little crooked by the wind, but it still stubbornly clung to the tree branch.
He heard Xia Li stand up.
The sound of my feet hitting the floor is softer than when I'm wearing shoes; my toes touch the ground first, then my heels follow.
I took two steps.
Stop.
He took two more steps.
"My ankle feels a little loose." Xia Li had already changed her clothes and walked to the door, peeking out with half her head.
Song Che turned around.
He meant to say "Let me see," but he swallowed the words back.
Xia Li stood at the bedroom door, one foot half a step forward, the other foot still inside the door.
Gray stockings.
The legs are very straight.
Touching it now would definitely feel better than touching it through jeans.
Now, if I use a lap pillow...
Song Che temporarily abandoned the idea and continued to check if the clothes fit.
The hem of her sweater covered her upper thighs, and she tried to pull it down, but couldn't.
Her toes were pointed, curled up inside her stockings.
Song Che glanced out the window, then looked back.
"I'm used to wearing cotton pants, so my stockings are like this too."
Xia Li looked down at her ankle and felt that Song Che had changed a lot. He clearly wanted to look at it, but he was resisting the urge to.
"This is for wearing on the outside."
"Know."
"It's cold outside."
"Um.
""
"It's lined with fleece, so it's alright."
She walked out of the bedroom, went to the center of the living room, and paced back and forth.
Bruce looked up and stared at the two gray legs.
Song Che spoke first.
"Don't grab me."
Bruce retracted his paws and pretended to lick his fur.
These past few days, Tao Yao has been keeping her busy; her claws have been restless, always trying to grab something to sharpen them.
It's all the fault of that wicked Tao Yao.
Xia Li stood in the center of the living room, motionless.
"How does it look?"
She looked at Song Che, the sunlight from the window gliding over her head.
Her silver hair slid from her shoulders to her chest, with a few strands falling onto the collar of her sweater. The high collar covered her neck completely, revealing only her chin.
She wore no earrings on her earlobes and had no other decorations around her neck, giving her a very simple look.
Song Che opened his mouth.
"----OK."
After Xia Li put it on, she exuded an even more aloof and unapproachable aura. Song Che thought it looked great on her, and while the aura couldn't be described as completely aloof, it was more like otherworldly elegance.
Xia Li nodded.
She went back to her bedroom, changed her clothes, folded them neatly, and put them back in the paper bag.
She was wearing fluffy house socks when she came out.
Peach Blossom woke up at some point.
She sat in front of her small bowl, buried her head in it, and ate noisily.
Bruce watched from the side, his tail wagging slowly, but he didn't snatch anything.
Peach Blossom kept stealing its things, and it held a grudge. Whoever took its things, it would take them back.
Wait until she finishes eating.
Song Che returned to the kitchen to continue washing the dishes.
The tap was running, and there were three bowls, two plates, and two pairs of chopsticks.
He washed for five minutes.
After wiping her hands, Xia Li was still sitting on the sofa.
Her phone rested on her lap, unopened. In front of her lay a sheet of draft paper, where she prepared to study her previous potion theories.
She looked in the direction of the kitchen.
Song Che applies hand cream.
His hands tend to get chapped in winter, and he doesn't like to wipe them, but Zhang Shushu always checks them every time they meet. So he simply made it a habit to squeeze a pump of ointment after washing his hands every day.
Xia Li watched him spread the hand cream on the back of his hand.
"Want to warm your hands?"
"fine."
"You haven't bought yourself any new clothes yet."
"I have clothes to wear."
Song Che screwed the cap of the hand cream back on.
"My mom says I should wear new clothes for Chinese New Year, but I don't care about that."
Bruce jumped onto the sofa and lay down beside Xia Li's legs. She reached out and stroked the cat's head, from its forehead to the back of its neck, one stroke at a time.
The sound of snoring began.
Song Che stood by the sofa, looking at her hand.
The tips of those fingers were still a little red.
That's where the sawdust hit.
"I'm going to my mom's tomorrow," he said. "Have you packed your gift yet?"
"It's installed."
Was it packaged?
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"I'll take it."
He nodded.
"I've wrapped it up too."
""
Xia Li looked at him.
"Who are you giving it to?"
He didn't speak.
I accidentally let it slip.
Xia Li's fingers stopped on Bruce's ear.
Bruce shifted his head in displeasure and pulled his ears away.
"What gift is it for Auntie and Uncle?"
"You'll find out when the time comes." Song Che breathed a sigh of relief; the gift he mentioned was actually for Xia Li.
Xia Li looked at his face.
He looked away, glancing at the green ivy and the strings of dried chili peppers.
I just won't look at her.
"A gift for me?" Xia Li guessed.
Xia Li moved Bruce aside and stood up.
Walk up to him.
Bruce jumped off the sofa and walked away without looking back.
After finishing her rice, Tao Xiang looked up and saw this scene. She silently took the bowl into the kitchen and closed the door.
Song Che: "————"
"Is it a scarf?" Xia Li asked.
"no."
"Gloves."
"no."
"Book."
"no."
She thought about it.
"Keychain".
"----no."
Xia Li stopped talking and began to think about what good stuff it was.
Could it be delicious?
Song Che looked at the few strands of silver hair and slowly spoke.
"A skirt, but it's too cold to wear outside, so I can wear it at home."
Xia Li was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
"The dress," he repeated, "the formal dress, it's quite beautiful."
I only paid a deposit for this dress, and the balance is still outstanding. Price is secondary; the main thing is that it looks beautiful.
Song Che finally looked at her.
Xia Li lowered her head.
She looked at her toes.
"I didn't buy you something that expensive."
you----?
What did you buy?