The sensation was truly too good, to the point that when An Jing slept that night, the corners of her mouth were still upturned in a smile.
She enjoyed a good night's sleep.
When An Jing woke up again, it was already broad daylight.
Here in this place, unmarried women all wore their hair down. An Jing casually picked up a wooden comb to comb her hair. Fortunately, even though Lin Anjing was as thin as a stick, her hair quality was very good. After casually combing it a few times, her hair was smoothed out.
Leaning on the stick Xiao Changyi had given her the night before, An Jing stepped into the main room's doorway only to see Xiao Changyi in the yard hanging clothes to dry, his own as well as hers.
An Jing felt her face warm up, as no man had ever washed clothes for her before. This was a first.
Perhaps he heard a sound, Xiao Changyi turned his head to look her way, and when their eyes met, she smiled, "Morning."
