Bai Qingqing casually looked up and faintly saw a black shadow darting into the forest. Before she could see it, it had already disappeared. She didn't think much about it, lowered her head, and continued to rub the wheat.
Winston's hands were big and the grains fell off from his hands making "whooshing" sounds. Very soon, a pile of wheat was gathered together.
Fragments and chaff kept dropping on Bai Qingqing, and she scratched while she went on with the work. Without her noticing, her exposed skin was all covered in pink scratch marks. These scratch marks stood out a lot on her snow-white and tender skin.
Winston didn't really dare to look at Bai Qingqing. It took him a lot of effort to summon his courage and sneak a glance at her, only to have his countenance change drastically.
"What happened to your body?" Winston's coarse hands locked onto Bai Qingqing's shoulders, and his tiger eyes were wide-open as he scanned Bai Qingqing's body.
