"You're amazing, A'niu, if only my old man had half of your... I wouldn't have to live so suffocated every day."
As Qu Tingting spoke, she slowly got up and hugged A'niu, resting her head on his shoulder, whispering like a fragrant orchid, her face flushed with an indescribable satisfaction and contentment.
"A'niu, I am completely convinced by you now. If you don't mind, I want to follow you forever."
But A'niu did not want to get overly entangled with Qu Tingting.
After all, she was Li Dahai's beloved little wife, and keeping her by his side was undoubtedly like harboring a time bomb.
Although A'niu never took Li Dahai seriously in his eyes, there were times when he was not in the village.
Who knew if Li Dahai would take advantage of his absence one day and play dirty tricks again, like the time when Tian Mei nearly got burnt to death—that must not happen again.
So A'niu said, "You better go back to Li Dahai. I don't fancy hugging a bomb in my house."