The distance between the new house and the present old house was not far, and they quickly arrived at the courtyard gate of the present residence.
Su Qingyue went to the kitchen first, fetched a basin of water to wash her hands, and then replaced the water in the basin, placing it on a chair. When Xiao Qinghe entered the kitchen, she said, "Fourth brother, the water for hand-washing is ready."
He reached into the water basin, and Su Qingyue reached in at the same time, holding his hand.
The water was cold, but her hand was warm.
With her little hand holding his, a thought crossed his mind. Seeing her leaning over, he only needed to lean in to kiss her lips...
But he didn't dare...
Su Qingyue helped him wash the mud off his hands.
Qinghe wanted to say he could wash his hands by himself, but enjoyed his wife washing them for him, and enjoyed the warm, heartwarming sensation of his wife's fingers rubbing his fingers.