If I have to write a paper next semester, Baili Xia thinks, she'll definitely write an essay about men.
As for the title, it'll be: How Rogues Are Made!
Having a wolfish companion like this by her side, such an essay would likely be a breeze to write, wouldn't it?
... In the evening they ate baked sweet potatoes, stir-fried sweet potato leaves, and candied sweet potatoes.
Mrs. Hong sent over half a chicken, and Baili Xia made braised chicken.
Mu Xiaojiu, starved or something, cleaned his plate down to the sauce with plain rice.
After dinner, Mrs. Hong brought over clothes again.
The two of them bathed in warm water, and Mrs. Hong took the clothes back.
Apparently, after washing, she could dry them over the fire, and they'd be ready by tomorrow morning.
Mu Xiaojiu had no objections; in such a desolate place, he hadn't even thought about clothes or bathing.
Who could care about such things in the rush?
