Li Qing finished washing the dishes, tidied up everything in the kitchen, and when he came out to the yard, he saw Han Mei sitting on a small stool, enjoying the cool air. She was lifting her short sleeves repeatedly to fan herself, her full and proud chest occasionally peeking out with her movements.
Li Qing's heart stirred, and he picked up a palm-leaf fan that was resting on the stone steps, walking over to her, "Sister-in-law, let me fan you."
"It's fine, it's not that hot in the shade." Han Mei said, "You go back and take a nap. We still have work to do this afternoon."
"It's still early, I'll sit for a little while longer." Li Qing said with a smile.
While fanning Han Mei, Li Qing's other hand began to mischievously lift her short sleeve.
Han Mei's charming gaze swept over him, and she lightly slapped his hand, saying, "I see you're not just fanning me, you're trying to take advantage, aren't you?"
