Good harvests bring

Wang Xishun grabbed Meng Xi's hair tightly, dragging her deep into the sorghum field. His arms were scratched several times, and he was annoyed. He pushed her to the ground with all his might and pounced on top of her.,Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.,He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.。