Qin Yao took a deep breath of the slightly cool air of the spring night, swinging her fist just before it was about to hit Yin Le's head, narrowly missing its target.
The fierce wind from the punch brushed past Yin Le's cheek, making her eyelashes flutter slightly.
It was clear she was a bit flustered, but not too much.
"You're really vicious, aren't you!" Qin Yao tapped Yin Le's forehead with her fist, gritting her teeth in anger.
Fine, whatever, let it be!
At dawn tomorrow, I'll pack her off to the factory for hard labor!
Qin Yao led people inside, and the family had already quieted down, with the father and sons asleep.
Qin Yao pointed to the water barrel at the kitchen door, "Go clean yourself up."
She went inside to find bedding and an extra rag, handed the rag to Yin Le, and laid the bedding in the small side room off the corridor.
Once the bedding was ready, Yin Le finished washing and followed along.
