"You can keep designing all kinds of clothing lines. I bought you sewing machines and things like that for making clothes. They're all in the room downstairs. That's your studio."
"Once you've designed them, you can show them to me. That way, neither of us will be bored."
Su Qiao: "..." There's something I want to say that doesn't exactly align with socialist values, but I don't know if I should.
"Then how will you publish them?"
"I have my own way."
Li Jingtai looked completely confident. Then he lowered his head and gazed at her tenderly. "However, I don't plan on publishing them anymore."
"Hm?"
If he wasn't going to update anymore, then what was he going to do?
Just kill time when he was bored?
Li Jingtai slowly helped comb through her slightly disheveled long hair. As he carefully smoothed it out, he replied, "From now on, I'll only show the works I write to you. Having you as my one reader is enough."
"..." Was he crazy?
Who wants to be your only reader?
Su Qiao felt that it was necessary to let him know who was really in charge—and who the head of this household was.
When Li Jingtai was suddenly pulled down by Su Qiao and pinned beneath her on the bed, he froze for a moment before quickly reacting.
A smile curled at the corners of his lips, and his eyes held an ambiguous meaning. "Heh heh, so enthusiastic?"
"The more enthusiastic part comes later."
Su Qiao sneered and twisted the bedsheet into a strip, tying him up tightly from head to toe.
"What are you doing...? Heh heh, so you like this kind of thing."
"You should've said so earlier. If you had, I wouldn't have resisted at all. I would've cooperated the