In the golden wheat field, the pink of Wu Xingxing sticking up high was like a guiding light, especially eye-catching.
Li Qing watched, his breathing rapid, his entire being filled with an inexplicable excitement.
Wu Xingxing's briefs were not exactly traditional but nor were they particularly revealing.
Pink triangles with a bit of openwork pattern at the edges.
When she bent over to cut the wheat, her snow-white buttocks and the pink triangle tightly encasing her thighs were fully exposed to Li Qing without any reserve.
Though she was slender and delicate, her thighs were exceptionally plump, looking like little, round hills.
After watching for a while, Li Qing, fearing Han Mei might notice something off, quickly turned and went behind to stack the wheat he had already cut.
Wu Xingxing came bounding over cheerfully.
Her skirt was down now, making her look much more demure and lively.
"Do you need any help?" asked Wu Xingxing.
