Juhua smiled. "Let's not do it tonight. I'm sleepy."
Seeing she was trying to slack off again, Qingmu chuckled. "Mother will say you're being lazy again. I'll help you apply it; it's no trouble."
The two of them slowly walked home, with Black Dog leading the way.
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After Li Changming finished dinner, a beaming Li Changxing called him outside.
He asked, "What is it, Changxing? I was about to go to bed."
Li Changxing didn't say a word, simply pulling him along to his house. Inside, his mother, Cheng, was sewing clothes by the light of an oil lamp, chatting idly with Grandma Huang, who sat beside her.
Li Changming quickly greeted them, "Grandma Huang," then "Third Aunt," before looking at Li Changxing with a puzzled expression, wondering why he'd been dragged over.
