Entering the middle courtyard, Qin Huairu was washing clothes by the pool. Xu Damao said, "Did you heat the water when you washed clothes in such a cold day?"
Qin Huairu glanced at him blankly: "Don't you want to burn the stove for money?"
No one in the yard, Xu Damao, said in a low voice, "I feel sorry for these little hands. My sister-in-law will come to my house later, and I will give you something good."
I don't know what Qin Huairu thought of. She blushed and kneaded her clothes.
Xu Damao went back to the house and opened the air door of the stove. He made himself some tea and looked at the swing.
Still on the roof, I'm too lazy to put it on the chair.
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