At six in the morning, Li Ye crawled out of bed half an hour early. Without turning on the lights, he felt his way into his clothes and got out of bed.
The snow outside had already stopped. Snowplows were still nowhere near plentiful in those days, and the little street outside Li Ye's door was not a priority, so he had to clear the snow himself. He could not delay the neighboring residents' travel.
In the mainland, if a pedestrian slipped and fell outside your home, they would not hire a lawyer and sue you for a windfall like they did in the United States. But being loudly cursed as a lazy bum whose son had no backside was unavoidable.
Li Ye had a son. How could he let himself be cursed?
Though Li Ye had not turned on the lights, Wen Leyu still heard the movement and mumbled drowsily, "Mm, has the snow stopped?"
Li Ye said, "I just looked out the window. It should have."
"Then I'll get up too!"
Wen Leyu climbed out of bed with bleary eyes and yawned twice in a row.
The couple had gone at it rather late last night, so little wife was still sleepy at this hour.
There was nothing to be done about it. A man's dopamine secretion had the trait of "an abrupt stop after firing," so he fell asleep quickly after pleasure. But women lingered over the aftertaste, so they were more likely to end up short on sleep.
So Li Ye reached out and pressed Wen Leyu back down. "What are you getting up for? Stay inside and watch the children. I'll be done sweeping in a while."
But Wen Leyu shook her head. "Juan and Mother will definitely get up to sweep snow today. If