Liang An glanced over and noticed Xu Cheng, who was as shy and delicate as a dew-covered lotus, had somehow quietly followed him to the edge of the field, her eyes burning hard at him, looking quite nervous.
This made Liang An momentarily confused:
Is the allure of melon-eating really that strong?
He clearly saw that Xu Cheng's personality was truly introverted, not someone who liked to join the crowd.
This thought flashed through his mind, and he had already reached the edge of the furrow.
Without the tall melon trellis, the front was a wide field of green eggplants, and the view opened up.
Looking back, the furrow was crowded with dozens of people, obviously not pretending anymore.
Even though the girl usually could be considered thick-skinned, she couldn't help but become more embarrassed and angry at the moment: "Stop following me!"
She glared fiercely at Liang An: "Disgusting! Pervert."
