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She quickly heated water and scooped it into the bathtub, then carried the bathtub into the house.
The room now smelled oddly of a mix between pleasant fragrance and foul odor, but since it was the end of the first lunar month, and the weather was still cold, she dared not open the window.
"Bath time, bath time," she went over, picked up Tong Sanlang, and lifted him up.
By this time, Tong Sanlang had given up on life, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.
He was utterly despondent.
Without a hint of revulsion, Qiao Xiaomai held him and carefully began washing his body in the bathtub.
After changing the water in the bathtub three times, he finally became clean.
After dressing him and changing the bed sheets and quilts, she made him climb onto the kang bed. Qiao Xiaomai then started cleaning out the bathtub.
Burrowing into the quilts, Tong Sanlang covered his head with the blanket, "Just burn them, don't bother cleaning!"
