Peaceful Farm Life Chapter 3 - 3 3 How can you a young lady stare straight at a

“I’ll pull you up,” Xiao Changyi finally uttered, his voice a low, steady tone, devoid of fluctuation yet remarkably pleasing to the ear.

An Jingxin’s heart fluttered slightly, quite surprised that a simple farmer possessed such a melodious voice.

Swiftly, fearing he might reconsider, An Jing grasped the rope and secured it around her waist.

After tying a secure knot in the hemp rope, ensuring it wouldn't slip halfway, she looked up and instructed, “Alright, pull me up now.”

The distance was slightly over two meters, and given An Jing’s light build, Xiao Changyi exerted minimal effort to hoist her up with haste.

The instant her right foot made contact with solid ground again, An Jing let out a sharp gasp of pain, “Hiss—”“Are you injured?” Xiao Changyi inquired.

“It’s nothing serious, it will heal in a few days,” An Jing replied with a smile, leaning against a nearby tree. She shifted her weight off her right foot to alleviate the discomfort.

“Thank you; you’re very decisive. Not like that Niu Er, who stalls endlessly instead of helping people.”

An Jing expressed her sincere gratitude while examining her foot, confirming the pain had genuinely subsided. Only then did she lift her gaze and coincidentally lock eyes with Xiao Changyi’s face, which caused her spirits to soar.

With eyebrows as sharp as drawn swords and eyes that sparkled like distant stars, a straight nose, and lips that were firmly set, his facial features were strikingly defined. All of this was accentuated by his neatly tied hair, unveiling a jawline carved with handsome precision.

Noticing her eyes drifting downward, An Jing observed the man’s attire. A short tunic hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist, presenting a physique that was tall, slender, and perfectly proportioned into an inverted triangle – not an ounce too heavy or too light, simply flawless.

Involuntarily, An Jing’s eyes seemed to brighten by another degree.

Confronted by An Jing’s undisguised appraisal, lacking any trace of maidenly shyness or reluctance, Xiao Changyi met her gaze without flinching, his expression remaining utterly stoic.

An Jingxin mused internally: This man appears somewhat detached.

Suddenly, An Jing’s hand twitched with an impulsive desire to reach out and playfully pinch Xiao Changyi’s handsome face, just to see if he would react with a different expression.

An Jing was always one to act on impulse, but before her hand could make contact with Xiao Changyi’s face, Niu Er abruptly stepped into her line of sight, chastising her with indignant fervor: “You girl, staring so shamelessly at a man—have you no sense of propriety at all!”

Niu Er possessed a rather unremarkable appearance, his broad, sturdy build lending him an intimidating aura. An Jing found it regrettably inconvenient that this hulking figure was blocking her view, preventing her from continuing her admiration of Xiao Changyi’s striking features.

With deliberate slowness, she retorted: “I always heard women were prone to idle chatter, but I never expected a man to be equally as verbose.”

“You—!” Niu Er’s eyes widened in sheer anger.

Perceiving that his glare was having no effect on An Jing, who remained composed and cheerful, he immediately turned his attention to Xiao Changyi, stating, “Changyi, now that we’ve seen her safe, let’s depart quickly.”

Xiao Changyi offered no response.

Niu Er, growing agitated, blurted out without consideration, “What, you actually intend for her to latch onto you? She’s barren; what possible value is there in marrying her!”

It was individuals like him, who carelessly disclosed Lin Anjing’s infertility directly to her, that made it difficult for Lin Anjing to maintain her dignity.

However, she was not Lin Anjing, to be subjected to their bullying in such a manner!

A sharp glint entered An Jing’s eyes, and she flashed another bright smile, inquiring, “Why are you so concerned about him—could it be that you admire him?”

“He and I are both men; how could I possibly admire him!” Niu Er exclaimed, his eyeballs nearly protruding in his revulsion.

“Oh~” An Jing drew out the sound, laden with unspoken implications. Tilting her head, her gaze returned to Xiao Changyi’s face, and she smirked with a hint of mischief, “Hey, he doesn’t fancy you.”

Her words carried a subtle double meaning.

Xiao Changyi’s eyes flickered slightly.