After taking a deep breath, she finally turned the door handle.
Looking down at her own toes, she handed over the clothes, waiting for a long while, yet the man didn't take them. Nan Wan gently urged, "Hurry up."
Mu Jin Huan hung the towel and looked at the woman trying to bury herself in the ground, letting out a snort, "We're an old couple. What's there to be shy about?"
Nan Wan pretended not to hear anything.
Mu Jin Huan dressed piece by piece, calm and composed.
...
Liu An had already informed the village chief in advance, not to mention Mu Jin Huan saved the village's oldest person. The villagers prepared dinner just for them and sent it to their room.
The simple villagers had stewed a chicken. As Mu Jin Huan lifted the lid, Nan Wan covered her mouth, dashed into the bathroom, and vomited violently.
