Rong Xiaohua thought that A'niu, once he pulled up his pants, was going to turn his back on her.
A displeased expression appeared on her face.
Only then did A'niu raise his head.
"I dislike women who cling the most. If you're disobedient like this, not knowing your place, then don't come looking for me anymore," he said.
Having finished speaking, A'niu got up and walked toward the nearest fruit tree.
After the weather turned cold, all the fruit trees had dried up.
Bare and desolate, they conveyed a feeling of bleakness.
Without a trace of vitality.
Looking at the cold back of A'niu.
Rong Xiaohua immediately panicked. How could a woman who had tasted A'niu's flavor ever leave him?
She paid no mind to the mud under her feet and hurriedly ran after A'niu with small, quick steps.
She flung her arms around A'niu's waist and held on tightly.
"Brother A'niu, I was wrong. That wasn't what I meant, I was just scared you wouldn't pay attention to me anymore," she said.
