"Cough, cough, cough," everyone was choked and ran out of the house, standing in the courtyard. The night was deep, the full moon was in the sky, and the dust coming out of the windows and doors was particularly evident under the moonlight.
"So dirty, covered in dust, my nose is all black," Qiao Yunxi said, wrinkling her nose and furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yeah, how can we sleep like this," Chu Xianling's white clothes had turned gray from the dust, and her face was covered in it too, no longer having a hint of immortal grace.
"Brother Xiaodong, is the artificial rock in the backyard flowing with water?" Feng Kexin asked Song Xiaodong, who was still tidying up in the house.
"Oh right, we can wash ourselves now!" Sun Yiyi went straight to the point.
"Let's go wash up and leave Brother Xiaodong to clean up by himself, hahaha," Feng Kexin giggled.
"Alright," the girls chirped and ran to the backyard.
