Yang Xue went into the house to get clothes.

When she came out, she saw Feng Yunxiao holding the child in one hand and carrying a bucket of water into the bathroom.

"I'll do it!" Yang Xue stepped forward to carry the bucket, but Feng Yunxiao avoided her and said, "I'll do it, you're not as strong as me."

After hearing this, Yang Xue had no choice but to reach out to hug her son and said, "Then let me hold Zaizai."

"No need!" Feng Yunxiao shook her head, quickly walked into the bathroom, put down the water, and then said to Yang Xue, "You use it first. If the water is not enough, just shout."

"Okay!" Yang Xue nodded, her face slightly red. Although the two had been married for three years and had a child, because she had always rejected him, they were no better than strangers.

Feng Yunxiao stood in the yard with her child in her arms, looking at the bright light coming from the bathroom, her ears felt a little hot.

To be honest, although he and Yang Xue were husband and wife, they only lived together once. Later, although they slept on the same bed, there was a child between them.

As a strong-blooded man, he naturally wanted his wife and children to be on the hot bed, but since Yang Xue didn't want to, he naturally couldn't force her.

If it was before, Yang Xue was still cold to him, he wouldn't think much about it. But today, Yang Xue's change gave him hope. He felt that if Yang Xue stayed like this, he should be able to get over it soon.

It's one of those days.

Seeing that it was not too late, Yang Xue not only took a shower, but also washed her hair. When she came out of the bathroom, her hair was still dripping with water.

When Feng Yunxiao saw that Yang Xue had washed her hair, she immediately turned around and went back to the room, then took out a clean towel and handed it to her, saying, "Your hair is too wet, wipe it with this."

Looking at the towel Feng Yunxiao handed over, Yang Xue was stunned for a moment before taking it. She recognized this towel and it was the one Feng Yunxiao was using.

Feng Yunxiao saw that Yang Xue took the towel but it was of no use, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yang Xue shook her head and took off the wet towel on her hand.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that Feng Yunxiao's towel had a smell that belonged to him, which made her feel a little uncomfortable using it.

Feng Yunxiao took Yang Xue's towel, hung it in the corridor, and then said to her, "Axue, you are a woman, it is better not to wash your hair at night in the future. Otherwise, if your hair cannot be dried, you will have a headache."

"Okay, I listen to you." Yang Xue nodded while wiping her hair. She forgot today, otherwise she wouldn't have washed her hair at night.

It's still the 1970s, and there are no hair dryers yet, otherwise it would be fine even if you wash your hair at night.

After Yang Xue dried her hair, Feng Yunxiao gave her the child and went to take a bath.

Feng Yunxiao was in good health and washed himself with cold water from the well. When he returned to the room after taking a shower, he saw Yang Xue and her child playing on the bed.

Seeing Feng Yunxiao entering the house with no arms, Yang Xue was a little embarrassed and blushed so hard that she didn't dare to look at him.

Her shy look surprised Feng Yunxiao. She stopped wearing the clothes she originally planned to wear and came to the mother and son with her arms exposed.

"You, why don't you wear clothes?" Yang Xue looked at the shirtless Feng Yunxiao and whispered.

If she remembered correctly, Feng Yunxiao would put on clothes before entering the room before. Today, she didn't know what kind of nerve he had, and he actually entered the room shirtless like this.


Chapter completed!