"It's snowing and the roads are slippery, let me do the shopping." Chu Baichuan's gaze drifted through the window to the blanket of white outside, worried about Ai Yixin stumbling, he put on his coat, volunteering to do the housework, "Stop wiping now, it's clean enough. Take a break, don't strain yourself with the pregnancy."
Ai Yixin was holding a cloth and kneeling in the living room, cleaning the tea table and the old color TV. It was the third time she had done this today.
"Tang Zheng is coming over, it can't be too dirty, right?" Ai Yixin gave her husband a look. Seeing him lunging to snatch the cloth, she surrendered, "Alright, I won't clean anymore."
Ai Yixin looked around the small yet cozy room, taking in a satisfied breath.
