Gu Jiaojiao couldn't be bothered with him.
"Make sure you take care of the dress."
"As for that other thing, don't even think about it."
She issued another warning, her voice lacking conviction, before quickly fleeing to the kitchen to continue brewing the medicinal herbs.
After carving three molds, the man took a moment to tend to the wrinkled wedding dress.
He had originally wanted to give Gu Jiaojiao a grand wedding, but with all the current restrictions, they had to keep things simple.
Silk garments were delicate, but Leng Yuan had seen his fair share of them as a child. Most of those possessions had been lost over time, but he still knew how to care for them.
The two went about their respective tasks. As the afternoon wore on, the anger born from her midday embarrassment had long since vanished.
When Gu Jiaojiao finished preparing the soap mixture, she needed to pour it into the molds. Seeing this, Leng Yuan stepped forward to help.
