There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 231: It's Art

Although Lu Xun's designed 'stockings' challenged Mu Qingshuang's existing perceptions and filled her with intense embarrassment, she was willing to give them a try. She would put on the socks designed by her beloved, revealing her slender legs, and then allow him to appreciate her in the room.

Lu Xun couldn't help but pause. He looked at the alluring widow, who had turned her face away, and her silky hair concealed her profile. He couldn't see her current expression, but based on her trembling voice, she was probably already blushing.

"Do you really like them?" Lu Xun cleared his throat and said seriousoly, "If it's just flattery, I think it's better not to bother."

"No, no," Mu Qingshuang bit her lip and hesitantly replied, "I didn't compliment you intentionally. I... I just think that these stockings, when worn, should look quite good. Of course, I can't wear them outside. But inside the house should be fine."

"Okay," Lu Xun said, "If you like them, that's great. This is just a preliminary design. If you have any other requests, we can make modifications, such as the length of the stockings, or the color, and so on."

"Alright," Mu Qingshuang still avoided turning to face him.

In the small pavilion, she leaned towards him, holding his hand tightly. An ambiguous atmosphere slowly brewed between them, and they remained silent for quite some time.

Lu Xun stood by her side, watching the mature and alluring widow. It seemed like her figure was fuller compared to a few days ago, especially from this angle where the skirt, due to her sitting posture, tightly hugged her shapely hips, outlining an enticing silhouette. It made him curious to explore further.

Was it the dress? It seemed a bit too tight around her.

It felt like déjà vu. If he remembered correctly, Aunt Su also did something similar. Deliberately wearing a smaller robe to highlight her voluptuous figure, admitting to it herself, attempting to seduce him.

"Um... should I explain it to you?" Lu Xun asked.

Mu Qingshuang nodded, speaking softly, "Yes, please explain. The paper is too messy, and I can't quite understand it."

"Okay."

"Then let me explain," Lu Xun cleared his throat and cautioned her, "You're still holding my hand."

With that, Mu Qingshuang trembled all over and hastily withdrew her jade-like hand. Her face, which was already red, turned completely crimson.

Lu Xun sat beside her, about to start speaking, but suddenly realized something. He turned to look at her, finding her still turned to the side. He smiled helplessly and said, "Shuang'er, can you turn your head this way and look at the design?"

The term "Shuang'er" sent shivers through Mu Qingshuang. She responded softly, and then slowly turned her head, looking at the drawing in front of her.

In the following moments, Lu Xun began describing his understanding of stockings. Due to his bold descriptions and forward-thinking ideas, the widow beside him became increasingly flustered. She struggled to contain her embarrassment, listening to the unimaginable content as she felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

"Um... How should I put it?"

"The socks I designed are meant to liberate women from traditional constraints, breaking free from the primitive appearance, using the flexibility and elasticity of Western spider silk to express another form of beauty in a woman's legs," Lu Xun paused for a moment and continued, "You might have difficulty accepting it now, but over time, I believe it will be embraced by society."

"Actually..."

"You can also view these stockings as an exploration spirit that doesn't conform to traditional beauty standards on the path to seeking beauty," Lu Xun took a deep breath and seriously said, "It's not just stockings; it's art. Art is a form of appreciation that understands the beauty among all things."

Every word he spoke was familiar, but when combined, it all sounded like drivel to Mu Qingshuang. She couldn't grasp what he was saying, but she gathered a bit from the beginning, probably something about men liking women's legs, hence women needing to make their legs look attractive.

"Do you really like women's legs? Especially those slender jade-like legs?" Mu Qingshuang unexpectedly asked.

Oh, speaking so directly like this, we might have a hard time remaining friends. Lu Xun chuckled, and replied earnestly, "It's true that men generally like women's legs. But I'm different from those other men outside. Their attraction is rooted in primal instincts, but I am driven by a desire to explore the beauty in the world. It's fundamentally different, you see. How should I put it? You can think of me as an artist."

Although Lu Xun's words made sense, in Mu Qingshuang's ears, he was still speaking gibberish.

"After all that, it ultimately comes down to liking women's slender legs," Mu Qingshuang grasped the essence of the matter, lightly pursing her red lips and asking, "If that's the case, how did you fall for the little fox's short legs?"

"Uh..." For a moment, Liu Xun didn't know how to respond.

"Never mind. The little fox is so adorable; anyone would like her," Mu Qingshuang looked at the man she had been longing for and, seeing his awkwardness, kindly let it go.

Afterward, Mu Qingshuang showcased her skills in needlework developed over the years, asking him several professional questions. As a theoretical genius, he was quickly stumped by the questions.

Observing the bewildered young man beside her, the charming widow couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Why do you know nothing about these things?" Mu Qingshuang asked tenderly.

"I just imagined what it should look like, but as for the questions you asked, I hadn't considered them, and I can't come up with answers," Lu Xun replied awkwardly. "You can figure it out on your own, anyway. The general situation is like this."

"Okay," Mu Qingshuang nodded, and she picked up the drawing he made. Looking at the messy scribbles on it, she softly said, "Can I keep this?"

"Of course," Lu Xun nodded.

Mu Qingshuang laid the drawing flat on the table and gently traced the lines with her jade-like fingers. As her fingers followed the contours resembling legs, an involuntary image formed in her mind. She imagined herself wearing the stockings designed by him and being gently touched by him, starting from her toes up to her calves, continuing along her shins, and encompassing her entire thigh.

Oh!

Too... embarrassing!

How did I imagine such a scene? Mu Qingshuang's face reddened, feeling a bit feverish.

"Oh, by the way!"

"Can you dye them?" Lu Xun suddenly thought about the color issue and asked hurriedly, "I'd like to dye the stockings black."

"Black?" Mu Qingshuang suppressed her embarrassment and said softly, "Certainly, you can use tree bark or fruit skin to dye it black. But... can one wear black socks?"

"Why not?" Lu Xun replied, "I think black suits you perfectly. It can highlight your elegance and nobility while emphasizing your maturity and grace."

Ah! His choice of color is so accurate; he sees right through my essence.

Mu Qingshuang lightly bit her lip and glanced at him from the corner of her eye, mumbling, "Alright, let's dye them black."

"By the way..."

"How many pairs do you need?" Mu Qingshuang asked tenderly.

How many pairs? Let me think. With the amount of Western spider silk I have, I can make at least dozens of pairs, but it might be a bit excessive. I still need to make thigh-high stockings and some more daring lingerie.

One pair for each of the demonesses, one for Aunt Su, one for the little fox, and one for the charming widow. That's five pairs, so let's make a total of eight pairs. The remaining three pairs will be kept as spares.

"Eight pairs! Seven black and one white."

"One black pair for you, one white pair for the little fox, and the other six black pairs are for testing various improvements," Lu Xun replied.

Mu Qingshuang didn't doubt his words. On the contrary, with her newfound lovey-dovey attitude, she believed this was a display of meticulous work. She calmly said, "Alright, you can give me the spider silk, and I'll have my servants weave the fabric for you. Then, I'll personally make the stockings."

"No need, no need."

"It's already been woven into fabric; you can start working directly," Lu Xun said. Then he added, "I didn't bring those fabrics this time, but I'll bring them next time I visit."

You must be doing this on purpose, so you have an excuse to visit me next time.

Mu Qingshuang playfully rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "Alright, when you come next time, bring those fabrics with you. After I finish making the stockings, I'll use a spiritual mirror to let you know, and you can come to pick them up."

"And also..."

"Do you want any embroidery on the stocking cuffs?" Mu Qingshuang asked.

Lu Xun's eyes lit up suddenly, and he inquired with curiosity, "Can you do that?"

"Are you doubting my craftsmanship?" Mu Qingshuang said with a touch of pride. "There's nothing I can't do."

"Then let's add some."

Lu Xun replied with a smile and took out a paintbrush and a piece of paper from his pocket. After dipping the brush in water, he made a simple drawing on the paper and said, "Embroider the patterns here. Make sure not to embroider the sock body, and the pattern should be consistent."

Mu Qingshuang hesitated for a moment, took the brush from his hand, and while drawing, asked in a soft voice, "Like this?"

Lu Xun shook his head slightly after looking and stood beside her, bending over gently. His robust chest leaned against her back, his head rested on her fragrant shoulder, and he held her hand that was gripping the brush.

"Shuang'er, it's like this," Lu Xun murmured gently in her ear, guiding her hand with the brush on the paper, drawing one circle after another.

Listening to his somewhat intimate deep voice, feeling his warm breath, experiencing his strong and solid chest...

The widow felt her whole body tingling, her eyes filled with tenderness and /collection/257029

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