Zhao Chun's face was flushed, his neck thick with redness. In a hoarse voice, he called out, "Tian Sangsang, I'm done washing."
Outside, Tian Sangsang replied, "All done? Then I'll come in to fetch the water."
"No! No! No!" He spat out three hurried words, clutching a blanket around him, balancing on one foot like a golden rooster standing alone, and inching his way behind the door.
"Um… I don't have clothes." His voice was as faint as that of a mosquito.
Tian Sangsang leaned her ear closer to the door. "You don't have what? Can you speak louder? I can't hear you."
"I don't… have clothes." His voice grew even softer, somehow quieter than before.
Tian Sangsang wiped off her sweat and shouted, "Are you even a man? Didn't you eat today? Speak louder! On the day of the robbery, didn't you yell super loudly? What don't you have? Can you just say it all at once?"
