The wind blew, rustling the leaves, and the fragrance of melons and fruit was so tempting that Wen Xian almost let tears flow from her mouth.
"It's so beautiful, it smells so sweet, I really want to sneak some fruit to eat!"
Lu Xiao chuckled softly, his gaze tender:
"Sneak? You don't need to sneak. At this farmhouse, you just need to let the locals know and you can pick freely. Someone from our team came before and said it's two hundred yuan per person to pick as much as you want, and it's all yours."
"Really!?"
Her eyes sparkled with surprise.
The car wove through a small path in the melon fields and woods, and Lu Xiao looked at her, his eyes suddenly deepening: "Do you want to go? I can take you."
Just the two of them.
In that fragrant, densely wooded grove.
Wen Xian gazed into his deep, dark eyes, and for some reason, felt that they were exceedingly profound, like magnets, deeply drawing her in, making her want to plunge into them.
