"Don't work too hard." Mo Siyu looked at her sympathetically, since the college entrance exams, Tang Yue had barely stopped.
Tang Yue's eyes lit up and she quickly said, "Then I'll only make clothes for Aunt Mo."
"No way." Mo Siyu said dominantly: "We can skip my mom's, but I insist you make mine."
"I want to wear the clothes you make, just as if you're by my side." Mo Siyu looked at Tang Yue intensely, as if asking: Are you really not going to make clothes for me?
"Aunt Mo would be heartbroken if she knew you said that," Tang Yue responded unkindly.
Mo Siyu looked at her intensely and said, "How so? If my mom knew, she would only think that I should marry you quickly."
Tang Yue thought about it seriously, and indeed, like he said, Aunt Mo wouldn't mind not having clothes made for her. She would warmly say, "Xiao Yue, marry my Siyu soon."
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