Jiang Xingye didn't bathe in the yard, as last time Xu Qinghuan saw him, he felt it was an offense to her.
Today, he was dirtier than if he hadn't bathed in ten years, dirt falling off with each step he took. It would be better to take a dip in the river; it would be more convenient.
As he passed the threshing ground, Jiang Xingye casually set a stone roller upright. There was boundless strength contained within him, and he could feel the power of that pill, a very rare thing, which Huanhuan had given to him.
This realization undoubtedly made him happier than taking the pill itself.
Huanhuan is truly good to him!
Though he was in agony, he always knew she was worried about him. This process was not easier for her.
There was a rustling sound from the haystack, and Jiang Xingye stood there for a moment.
"Since you gave it to me, I'll do this thing for you. Just a few touches mean nothing. After all, you're dirty too. You might as well give it to me," Sun the Scoundrel said.
