Shang Yanting turned around and saw his little beast standing on two legs, head lowered.
"What's up with you?"
"I'm looking at my own chest hair."
Jia Xitong replied, "The northwest wind is blowing on Qingshuang Peak today."
Shang Yanting: ...
The temperature on the mountain is even lower than at the foot; this house can't be moved into directly.
Shang Yanting gathered some tools to fix the windows, while Jia Xitong had him take out everything he had previously bought.
She pulled out the quilt she brought from Zhaoyang City, and laid the tiger skin on the bed.
Finished setting up the bed.
And the souvenirs she bought.
The fancy snacks were completely eaten by Shang Yanting, but all sorts of small bottles remained. She arranged them on the table, forming a square in the middle.
And a giant raincoat!
This raincoat had been very handy during the journey. But it's really huge, so to store it, Jia Xitong used two walls.
