After working out yesterday, Jiang Han had shyly handed her workout clothes over to her little sister to change into.
She hadn't mastered any spell for cleaning clothes, so she could only let her sister help wash them. But seeing Ye Keshu toss her workout clothes to Jiang Zhenling too, Jiang Han felt that her sister truly was the top hand at housework, with Ye Keshu as the second-in-command, while Jiang Xuan and she herself occupied the ranks of "taking out the trash" and "running errands."
She still washed her sports socks and underwear herself. They were intimate garments, after all; handing them over always felt embarrassing.
Although Jiang Han had seen Ms. Ye Keshu casually strip right there on the spot, it still couldn't change her mind!
Sitting on the bedsheet, Jiang Han narrowed her eyes and pulled the curtains open just a little.
Morning was somewhat regrettable; normal witches were all catching up on sleep at this hour. The shadows of the trees planted in the garden lay layered upon the ground. Since the witches' residence stood on Sky Island, even summer came with a breeze, sweeping through the simple flowers planted in the beds. The petals scattered and danced through the air, making for a pleasant sight.
Jiang Han reluctantly got out of bed, slowly washed up, then, under the supervision of her sister—who had already put on her witch's robe—pouted as she sat down at the dining table and ate a bowl of meat porridge containing nothing but luncheon meat.
After filling her stomach and helping her sister clear away the dishes, she took a newspaper and slipped into the garden while the other girl used magic to wash up. There, she read it with Ice Bear, who was sitting beneath a tree.
"...South City grain