As the sun continued to warm the village, the alphas on the field kept working diligently. Qin Yuran drove the hoe into the soil one final time, then straightened with a long breath. She had finally finished tilling. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, smearing dirt across her pretty face without a second thought.
The dirt did not bother her. She stretched her sore back carefully, trying to ease the stiffness, then picked up both the hoe and the shovel and began walking toward the staff members.
As she passed Zhao Yichen's section she could not resist. Even through the lingering ache in her body, a teasing grin spread across her face.
"Looking good there, buddy," she called to the still-panting Zhao Yichen.
Zhao Yichen straightened and glared at her. "Shut it, pretty face," he huffed, still driving the hoe into the ground.
