Jiang Zhixun wanted to help Shen Qingqing wash clothes and bed linens, but with limited space at home, it was hard to maneuver.
There weren't enough basins for rinsing.
After washing, there was no place to hang them.
Jiang Zhixun could only put up a few more clotheslines to barely hang everything up there.
Clothes were fine, as they didn't take up much space when hung on hangers.
But the bedding had to be folded repeatedly, tightly packed, unable to be fully spread open.
Jiang Zhixun felt uneasy, having the illusion of good intentions gone wrong.
Instinctively, he looked at Shen Qingqing's expression.
Perhaps she had already accepted the reality, as she had no reaction at all now.
Jiang Zhixun clenched his fist against his lips and gave a fake cough, "It might need a few more days to dry."
The balcony was enclosed, so as long as the windows were closed well, there was no worry about things being stolen.
Jiang Zhixun closed the window, making his intention clear.
