Aunt Chen continued, "Poor Jing Er and Xiao You, and poor Teacher Lin. She can't live in the spacious courtyard, so she has to put up with squeezing into the little house the factory assigned to Jing Er, and even help him take care of Xiao You."
Qin Mei listened to Aunt Chen's words and shook her head helplessly. 'People will say whatever they want to say.'
Qin Xiang was basking comfortably in the sun in the courtyard. When he saw Jie Jingchen return with Qin Mei on his back, his eyes flickered. He shot up from the rattan chair, his expression tense. "Little Sis, what happened?"
Qin Mei buried her face in the crook of Jie Jingchen's neck. 'I'm too ashamed to say it. This is so embarrassing.'
Her warm breath fanned across his neck, and a tremor shot through Jie Jingchen. The muscles in his back tightened as a primal urge began to stir.
"She lost her shoes." Jie Jingchen's gaze was unfocused. He crouched down to set Qin Mei on her feet.
