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Axiang hurried to the corner of the wall, anxiously looking at Zhao Datu, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and leave, don't let my mother find you."
Zhao Datu remained perched on the wall and was grinning, "Axiang, how about we go chop wood together on the back hill tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Let's not go tomorrow, I plan to turn over the soil in the field," while speaking to Zhao Datu, Axiang kept an eye on the kitchen, to prevent her mother from discovering them.
"No way, I really want to chop wood, and it would be great if you came with me. Otherwise, it would be so lonely for me to go up the mountain all by myself, I'd be so pitiful," Zhao Datu pretended to whine.
"But... ah, you'd better leave now, don't stay here anymore, in case my mother comes out," Axiang was becoming increasingly distressed.
