The Lady's Sickly Husband

C13. Superb Cutting Skill

Only after collecting bowls and chopsticks and entering the kitchen, did Mo Qianxue know what sister Zhao was busy with.

The pig's hind leg now couldn't be called a hind leg, but a leg bone.

What a neat cutting!

Even more skillful than a master butcher. No matter how excellent Mo Qianxue's cutting skill was, she was left with no chance to scrape out one more piece of meat from the bone.

Was it necessary for just some meat?

If sister Zhao had asked, she could give her the whole leg. How much money it was worth? Why to disguise her in this way?

Looking at the abnormally clean bone, Mo Qianxue didn't get irritated but smiled.

Good. She should be schemed.

She didn't mind being taken advantage of, but she hated most when others played tricks on her.

Of course, she wouldn't rush to their home to confront them in person, because they must have made full preparation. That would be asking for insults.

To make a scene? She couldn't bear the shame.

To hit the ceiling? Unnecessary. She didn't have to harm her own health because of rats.

However, she wouldn't just let it go.

There is abundant time ahead! Such a nasty person as Zhao, she would definitely fall into my trap one day!

The autumn wind was rustling against the dark sky.

Collecting herself, Mo Qianxue, after washing, took out a brand-new quilt from her package to make the bed.

"Where did you get it?" Ning Shaoqing's face changed and, pointing at the new quilt, regarded Mo Qianxue with discontent.

"I bought it today. No one will take your quilt in the future." Mo didn't notice his discontent as she made the bed with things on her mind. She tucked the old quilt inward and replied, "Hey, this one is yours and this is mine. From this day, we don't have to bother each other."

Finishing her speech, Mo, with an unnatural expression, took off her clothes and slid into her own quilt.

Mo certainly wouldn't tell him what was on her mind. If they continued to sleep in the same quilt, she was afraid that even if he could remain a gentleman, she wouldn't be able to constrain herself.

Every morning when she woke up, she found herself cuddling in his arms, which made Mo Qianxue so ashamed from shyness.

This old-schooled man noticed nothing wrong from her, lying on the bed motionlessly like an inanimate log, so it couldn't be he who took the initiative to hug her. Absolutely, it was she, a shameless old virgin, that voluntarily rolled to him.

Although she felt puzzled, but she had to come to this conclusion: Was she too thirsty to move into his arms in sleep because of having been a virgin for too long?

So embarrassed!

Fortunately, every morning she woke up earlier than him and quickly got out, otherwise if this was found out by the shy and bashful guy, he must fall ill again from fear.

Therefore, when going downtown, her top priority was to buy herself a new quilt.

Mo Qianxue was exhausted from a whole day's work.

Ning Shaoqing, lying in the quilt, couldn't fall asleep. For the first time, he wondered why the quilt was so thin, so cold!

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