Cuihua arranged a house for Liu Mianmian, the furthest away from the main village.
Though she was a mountain woman, she could see Liu Mianmian was definitely raised in luxury, so considering there were all these rough men, she arranged her a bit further away, so she wouldn't be disturbed.
Despite her carefree manner, she secretly warned all the wives and rough men to be on their best behavior in front of Liu Mianmian.
Not to frighten this exquisite little fairy.
If not for this, earlier while drinking, Liu Mianmian couldn't have fended off this group of bandits with just one bowl of wine.
This was already the longest path, yet Liu Xinghe felt it was so brief.
Actually, the person on his back was very light.
He had entered the battlefield at fifteen and had carried a man weighing one hundred and fifty jin off a bloody battlefield.
What was Liu Mianmian's weight compared to that?
Yet at the same time, he felt a bit out of breath.
