A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

As she spoke, she reached down, but Wenxin grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"You clearly don't love me."

"Who says you have to love the other person to do this? What about the women in brothels?"

Wutong pulled her hand away and unbuckled his belt. Because it was the first time she had done something like this, it was quite difficult for her.

The moment she succeeded, she gasped, gripping the handle incredulously: "How could it be so..."

"what?"

"It's nothing, don't move." Wutong shook her head, intending to continue.

Actually, she had no experience, so she could only bite the bullet and pretend to be skilled. Little did she know that her clumsy strength made Wenxin's scalp tingle, and she pushed her away again, saying in a deep voice, "No!"

"Why not? You want it, don't you? I can't give it to you, but I can help you."

"I don't want to. You don't love me at all. Helping me will only..."

The question abruptly ended, and desire surged to an uncontrollable level, even in the pupils.

Just as he was speaking, Wutong... kissed the back of his neck.

This kiss was a spark that ignited a wildfire, setting Wenxin ablaze. He rolled over, pinned her against the tree trunk, and squeezed between her legs.

He untied her belt and accidentally touched something hard and cold. He pulled it out and put it into Wutong's palm.

"If you want to kill me after you wake up tomorrow, go ahead."

Wutong only wanted to help him, not to give herself up. Her first reaction after he pressed down on her was to push him away, but then, holding the dagger in her hand and seeing the cold light reflected off it, she gave up resisting and instead hugged his neck.

The dagger landed on the grass with a soft thud. There seemed to be other sounds mixed in, a rustling sound, like the rustling of clothes brushing against the grass.

Wutong pinched Wenxin's shoulder. Wenxin also sensed something was wrong, turned around, and murmured, "He's awake."

These three words made Wutong's heart tighten, and she peered out from behind his shoulder in disbelief. There she saw that Duan Fufeng, who had been lying on the ground, had somehow sat up, his cloak already slipped to the ground, and his eyes were fixed on the two of them, his emotions churning within them.

The sycamore tree forgot to breathe, forgot to speak, and stood frozen like a puppet.

Unexpectedly...

Duan Fufeng never expected that he would see such a scene when he woke up.

The woman's snow-white legs were spread apart, and the man was squeezed between them. Their chests were pressed tightly together as they embraced and kissed each other so intimately.

This is the person he loves!

The old wound reopened, and Duan Fufeng felt a dizzying sensation, a sweet and metallic taste rose in his throat, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Duan Fufeng!"

When Wutong saw that he had fainted again and was vomiting blood and convulsing violently, she quickly pushed Wenxin away, not even bothering to pull her clothes up, and stumbled over to help him, calling his name.

Duan Fufeng had lost consciousness, but his eyes were still wide open, staring at her unwillingly, as if he wanted to say something.

Thick, fresh blood gushed out in gushes. Wutong knelt on the ground, cradling his head, her clothes stained crimson, desperately calling out, "Wake up... speak..."

Duan Fufeng's convulsions were so strong that she couldn't hold him and almost fell over with him. Wutong gritted her teeth and pressed her hand against his chest, trying to calm him down.

She didn't know if things would get better once things calmed down. All she knew was that his appearance broke her heart, and she wished she could give him her own blood.

The night breeze was still blowing silently, and the shadows of the trees were heavy at the foot of the mountain.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Fufeng finally stopped moving. Wutong raised her hand, which had been pressed until it was numb, and found that there was not a clean spot on her body.

Duan Fufeng was the same; his entire neck was covered in blood, which had dried and congealed at the very edge. His breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Wutong put him down, staggered to her feet, and turned her eyes slightly to see Wenxin standing diagonally behind her, looking at her with a sad expression.

His upper body was bare, his strong muscles evenly covering his bones, and his skin was white with a bluish tinge from the cold wind.

Her black hair swayed behind her waist, and Wenxin opened her mouth as if she had something to say. But in the end, she swallowed it back and only said, "I'll go find water."

He turned and went down the mountain. Wutong stared blankly for a while, then remembered that she was wearing his clothes. She quickly took off one of his clothes and chased after him to hand it to him.

Wenxin accepted the call and left without looking back.

Only two people remained on the mountaintop. Wutong rummaged through her bundle and pulled out clean clothes for herself and Duan Fufeng to change into. As she changed, she kept looking down the mountain, fearing that Wenxin might never return.

Fortunately, not long after, Wenxin returned with the water bag, which was already filled with clean water.

Wutong dampened a cloth and barely managed to wipe the blood off herself and Duan Fufeng. Wenxin packed her things and prepared to get up. The two of them did not exchange a single word.

After everything was settled, they set off without saying a word. Wenxin still carried Duan Fufeng on her back, while Wutong followed behind with the bundle and provisions, not daring to fall behind.

Time flies in the mountains, and the sun is often blocked by the mountain peaks, making it difficult to tell the time.

Wutong forgot how many days they had been gone. She only knew that when she saw Fudomine appear before her, her shoes were already worn out, with the soles hanging loosely on the uppers, about to fall off.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, the two rested for a while.

Wutong sat on a large rock, pulled up some grass and twisted it into ropes, then tied the soles and uppers of his shoes together, hoping they would last until the end of the climb.

Wenxin was drinking water nearby, looking up at the mountain peak, lost in thought.

After tying her shoes up, Wutong stood up and asked, "How are we going to get up there?"

If it's just the two of you, you can climb up like last time; it'll just be a bit more strenuous.

Duan Fufeng was completely unaware of his surroundings and couldn't exert any force on his own, so the two of them had to carry him up.

Wenxin found a rope in the grass, held it up to Duan Fufeng, and said, "We can tie one end of the rope to him first, climb up ourselves, and then pull him up."

Wutong shook her head immediately upon hearing this, "No, no... It's too dangerous. What if the rope breaks halfway through?"

“If we’re that unlucky, it doesn’t matter who’s on the rope, we’ll all fall to our deaths,” Wenxin said.

That's true, but since it's about saving lives, we have to minimize the risks.

Li Deming was still waiting outside with his men; he couldn't just hand over a Duan Fufeng who had been utterly destroyed.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

While pondering, Wutong looked around and after a moment came up with an idea. She said to Wenxin, "Here's what we'll do: go find me some sturdy wooden sticks, the stronger the better. Also, I'll tear all these clothes up and twist them into ropes."

"what are you up to?"