Thinking of how Brother Ye reacted last time and how he'd been avoiding her these past few days, Nan Feng shook her head bitterly. "Uncle Mo, stop teasing me. Brother Ye and I are just good friends. We hunt together, farm together, and sell our game together in town. That's all."
For some reason, Mo Wenxuan became agitated. Hunt together, farm together, sell game together in town. Wasn't that enough? It was clear that they were already very close.
The village chief asked again, "Don't you want to marry Brother Ye?"
This time, Mo Wenxuan found himself unconsciously staring at Nan Feng, seeming eager to hear her answer.
Nan Feng coughed awkwardly a couple of times. "Uncle Mo, let's drop this topic. I can handle my affairs."
She turned her head away after speaking.
Strange. It always seemed like a short journey when she walked back with Brother Ye, but now, walking back with the village chief felt unusually long.
