By the charcoal stove.
"Want to touch it?"
As soon as these three words came out, Jiang Ning was taken aback.
Lin Qingyi smiled playfully, "Just teasing you!"
During the conversation, she lifted the hanging hem of her skirt, covering the small bare portion of her leg that had been exposed.
Jiang Ning: "..."
He was immediately speechless as he looked towards Lin Qingyi.
His eyes seemed to ask, is teasing me really that amusing?
Seeing Jiang Ning's speechless face, Lin Qingyi's body suddenly twitched, clearly unable to hold back her laughter.
A few breaths later.
She rubbed her stomach.
"Okay, no more teasing!"
"I have serious matters to discuss!"
Jiang Ning said, "Sister Lin, please speak."
"How about I help you look around and find a virtuous and good motherly type of woman for you to consider?" Lin Qingyi suggested, "My original target was not Little Seventeen, but another gentle and virtuous girl named Li Mujin, the daughter of a Commandery Prince."
