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

The first night passed just like that. When she woke up, Wutong was the only one left in bed. She first sat up for a while, covering her head, feeling uneasy about the fact that the two of them had slept in the same bed the night before. Then she worried about where Duan Fufeng had gone, so she quickly put on her shoes and went to look for him.

The house was tiny, with one bedroom, one living room, and one kitchen. She walked around the three rooms, but couldn't find Duan Fufeng anywhere. She couldn't help but worry that he might have been captured by the people at the center.

Although this place is remote, it is still on the edge of the city, so it's not difficult for people from the city center to come here.

What if he's captured? Rescuing him would be extremely difficult, with no chance of success.

Wutong was so worried that she didn't even feel like washing her face or brushing her teeth; all she wanted to do was go out and find Duan Fufeng immediately. Looking at her pajamas, she quickly ran to her room, rummaged through the clothes, and prepared to change.

When he was down to just a thin bra, the tightly closed bathroom door suddenly opened. Duan Fufeng walked out while drying his hair, saying, "The water temperature is a bit low right now. If you want to take a shower, you'll have to wait a while..."

Seeing Wutong's almost naked appearance, his voice stopped abruptly, and he stared in astonishment, mouth agape.

Wutong felt a moment of embarrassment, but it quickly turned into anger. She grabbed her T-shirt, pulled it on, and walked over, angrily saying, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to the bathroom? Do you know how worried I was about you?"

Duan Fufeng felt a little nervous under her gaze and weakly held up a towel, saying, "I... I'm just going to take a shower."

"You don't need to say hello just because you're taking a shower?"

Duan Fufeng: "..."

Seeing his speechless expression, Wutong realized she had overreacted. They were just at home, not out; who would call out to others every time they showered or went to the toilet?

But she was really worried to death just now...

She lowered her head and numbly rubbed her cheeks.

"I was too impulsive. It's okay, you can continue washing."

"I'm all done washing."

"Then do whatever you want."

Wutong waved her hand, wanting to go back to bed to calm down. Duan Fufeng looked at her two slender, fair legs peeking out from under her loose t-shirt, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug her again.

Wutong struggled, but couldn't match his strength, and said speechlessly, "You're doing this again, are you addicted to hugging people?"

Duan Fufeng buried his chin in her shoulder, their breaths almost touching, creating an atmosphere of intense intimacy.

"I'm not addicted to hugging people, I'm addicted to hugging you."

"……rogue."

Wutong couldn't help but let out a curse, but Duan Fufeng laughed instead of getting angry and kissed her smooth and tender cheek.

"I'll be a hooligan."

Starting from the spot he had kissed, a tingling sensation spread outwards, making Wutong feel incredibly comfortable. She wished she could turn into a soft, fluffy ball, not having to think about anything or do anything, and just stay nestled against him forever.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she heard her stomach rumbling, so she had to push him away and ask, "Are you hungry?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll cook. How about noodles?"

"You can do whatever you want."

Duan Fufeng's answer moved Wutong deeply. She looked at him with lingering affection, then quickly looked away, feeling as if she was about to become possessed.

She has never been someone who can't let go of things, and she certainly doesn't rely on others. No matter how great the difficulties she encounters, she is willing to grit her teeth and get through them, finding a bright path for herself.

But ever since Duan Fufeng woke up, she has wished she could see him all day long and never wanted to be separated from him for a moment.

When did this strange shift begin?

She couldn't understand it. When she reached the kitchen door, she looked back and saw Duan Fufeng looking at her. He smiled at her, as bright as a spring breeze.

Who cares? Isn't the point of life to be happy?

She can do whatever she wants. Since she honestly wants to be with him, then she will be with him, and no one can stop her.

In an instant, the confused heart was illuminated and found its direction, and the clouds parted to reveal the blue sky.

Wutong opened the refrigerator and took out noodles, feeling even better than when he became the King of Dongqi.

After the two finished breakfast, Wutong looked at Duan Fufeng, who was only wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and decided to take him out to buy some clothes.

He's so tall, he probably can't buy clothes at roadside stalls; he'd have to go to a big department store.

Wutong carefully recalled the city map in her mind, and after thinking for a while, she remembered that she could take the subway from here to a large shopping mall. She then called on Duan Fufeng to quickly put on his shirt so that they could go out together.

Duan Fufeng came out after changing his clothes and saw her carrying a leather bag, putting pink papers into it. He asked, "What are you doing?"

"Give us the money! How are we supposed to buy things without money?"

"money?"

“It’s silver.” Wutong was afraid he wouldn’t understand, so she handed him a bill to look at: “Look, this is a hundred. Compared to silver… about one tael of silver is five hundred yuan.”

Duan Fufeng held the thin banknote, turning it over and over to examine it, repeating to himself, "Money."

“That’s right.” Seeing that he understood, Wutong stopped paying attention to him and continued packing her things.

Duan Fufeng's gaze did not leave the banknotes, but his brows slowly furrowed.

He was penniless; the money must have belonged to Wutong. Now, they're both living off Wutong's money, and she even rents the house. Doesn't that mean... he's living off her?

He was startled by his own conclusion and quickly stuffed the money back into her hand.

Wutong stuffed a subway card, a cell phone, and two fake ID cards into the bag, then put masks and hats on both of them before taking Duan Fufeng out.

It was already past ten o'clock, the morning rush hour was over, and there weren't many pedestrians on the road.

However, Duan Fufeng's clothes were strange, and he looked like he worked at a hospital. In addition, he was tall and good-looking, so people would often secretly cast curious glances at him, wondering if he was some kind of celebrity.

In order to avoid being discovered by the people in the center, Wutong gave up taking the subway and took a taxi directly to the mall entrance, where she pulled him out of the car.

The first floor of the mall sells women's clothing and cosmetics, the second floor sells men's clothing and sports equipment, and the third floor is a large supermarket.

Wutong had enough clothes of her own, so she took him straight to a men's clothing store on the second floor.

There were no customers inside, and the shop assistants were idly chatting together. When they saw Duan Fufeng come in, their eyes lit up, and they greeted him with a big smile, asking, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Duan Fufeng didn't speak, but looked down at Wutong. Wutong answered for him, "We need to buy him some clothes."

The shop assistant was a little disappointed to see them holding hands, but still cheered them up and introduced the products to them.

Duan Fufeng has fair skin and a tall stature. His features are as regular and handsome as a sculpture. He can wear almost any style and color of clothing and looks as good as a model in a magazine.

Therefore, Wutong's only requirement for new clothes is that the cuffs of the pants cannot be too short.