He gazed around his yard, which was completely covered in drying laundry—curtains, door hangings, bedsheets, a kang mat, the stripped-bare cotton of his quilts and mattresses, and even his few pairs of boots and shoes.
As he listened to someone who, with seemingly endless energy, was still ordering him to hurry up and find more things to wash from the other rooms, Bai Chenggang came to a crystal-clear realization.
It was a truth he didn't want to face, but had to. The grown-up Xu Tiehan was just a finicky woman—no, she was fussier and more annoying than a nagging old crone, a truly awful woman!
What kind of real man was this fastidious? She couldn't even stand a little bit of a guy's natural scent. He desperately wished he could turn back time—not too far, just back to that afternoon would be perfect.
