That tree was heavy and tall—it would be easy to throw out your back.
And Qin Shen was carrying it upright.
Qin Shen shook his head. "I won't."
He carried the trunk to the front of the ice house with ease, stunning Shen Baoying and Zhang Qingfang, who were just bringing over their things.
That was just incredible.
Qin Shen had moved such a huge tree over without even panting.
Shen Baoying nudged Jiang Si with her elbow. "Xiao Shen has so much snow on his head. Aren't you going to help him brush it off? It'll get down his collar, and that's so uncomfortable."
Jiang Si had been about to grab the axe and start chopping firewood. Only after Shen Baoying's reminder did she realize that the snow on Qin Shen's head and shoulders hadn't been brushed off yet.
Since she had said she wanted to give things a try with Qin Shen, she didn't act coy. She walked over openly and said, "You have snow on your head. Let me get that for you."
