Huo Mian naturally held Qin Chu's warm hand.
They walked deeper into the weeds…
As they did not bring any containers, there was nowhere to put the fruits they plucked.
Huo Mian looked around but couldn't find anything suitable.
Just then, Qin Chu pulled up his black sleeve…
"Put it here."
Huo Mian glanced at Qin Chu's expensive branded shirt and swallowed.
"There's no need for that… These fruits aren't as valuable as your short sleeves."
Seeing that she wasn't willing to place it, Qin Chu ignored her and placed the fruit he picked on his clothes.
The fruit juice was blackish-purple and soaked Qin Chu's short sleeve. Huo Mian's heart ached at the sight of it.
However, Qin Chu looked indifferent.
The two of them picked for almost 15 minutes. Then they got tired and sat down on the edge of the weeds.
The two of them didn't wash up and simply started eating.
