Yes, a small glass table, a small chair, and a hammock that's neither too big nor too small.

This place faces east, so if you get up early, you can even see the sunrise.

Xian Tong was quite satisfied, while Dou Shiliu was observing him from behind.

While fiddling around in the kitchen, Xian Tong took off his clothes, leaving him in only a short-sleeved t-shirt. His skin was very fair, unlike those muscular men who looked very strong.

He was very thin, and from behind, he looked like a girl.

He didn't know where the genie's fervent emotions came from, but he could clearly sense that the passion was directed at him.

It was none other than Xian Tong's.

...

The next day, Xiantong got up and cleaned the house inside and out.

Yesterday I only cleaned a little bit and made do, but I can't be careless today.

Dou Shiliu flew in mid-air, the power of the magic lamp keeping her suspended. She squinted as she watched Xian Tong clean.

I yawned

I saw him busy from inside the house to outside, and since he got up, he hasn't sat down to rest except for eating breakfast.

He lazily rolled his eyes.

"Xiantong, give me the broom."

Xian Tong obediently handed the broom to the girl who was floating in the air.

Dou Shiliu's eyes were lazy, and his hair was slightly messy.

She possessed a captivating charm unlike anything she usually exuded.

The boy was completely absorbed in watching it.

Dou Shiliu tapped the broom, nurturing its life, and the broom began to move on its own, sweeping up the trash that Xiantong hadn't finished sweeping.

Xian Tong looked on with a strange expression as the broom flew past him, looking remarkably like a witch's broom from a TV drama.