Aju smiled quietly, "It's a pity that my father will be disappointed in the end.

I have some night spirit in me, the reputation of White Sand Dunes, and my family also has those elements.

How can anyone be willing to pay a high price to marry me?"

"If you really meet that kind of good family, I'm afraid you won't even give it away for free."

When Ah Ju said this, her face was still calm, "If it doesn't work out, I just want to build a hut in this mountain and reclaim a piece of wasteland. Let's live like this."

Now that everything has been said, Han Xiaokang asked, "Then you will no longer care about your father, your brother, and the others?"

"I want to take care of it, even if I sell myself for them."

Aju smiled and said, "It's a pity that no one wants it.

If they only wanted a few kilograms of grain and a few dollars to save one person's food rations, they would not hesitate to marry me off.

Then I pick some medicinal materials in the mountains and grow some food for my father, isn't it the same?"

"But what about your safety?"

"Safety?"

Ah Ju's eyes widened, "My life outside the mountains is far from safe. My whole life is basically like a leaf falling in the wind, and I can only be manipulated by others. In the mountains, I can be like a small grass, fending for itself."

"

"Well."

Han Xiaokang hesitated, "Come and sleep inside, it's very windy outside."

This time, Aju disobeyed.

He just shook his head slightly.

Han Xiaokang glared at her and said, "If you don't fall asleep again, I will leave here tomorrow and won't let you follow me."

Aju hesitated for a moment, but in the end she still didn't dare to confront Han Xiaokang. She hugged Erhu and changed positions obediently.

On the sack where Han Xiaokang slept, there was a smell unique to young men, a hint of sweat, and seemed to be mixed with a little bit of flue-cured tobacco.

This made Aju, who was sleeping on the sack, feel like a little deer was racing in her heart, and even her breathing became less gentle.

And the place where Aju lay just now.

The edge of the sack was dyed with the unique smell of a young girl, with the smell of burnt wine, sweat and hormones inside.

Smell it, it makes your brain shake!

Just like the faint fragrance of grass and trees after a summer rain, like rosemary with pearls, and the indifference of lotus in the rain.

It's very enjoyable and a little bit ecstatic.

In this way, the two people slept on the floor around the fire.

Everyone was filled with turbulent emotions, which made people a little confused and reluctant to leave.

Both of them hold it in their hearts, hoping that this atmosphere can be retained forever.

Until eternity.

Thank you all for your continued reading support!

Many chapters of Little Ant are large, and this chapter is at least 2,700 words. This can be regarded as a little reward for the readers who support me.
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