Upon hearing Wang Hao's question, Lin Shihan slightly furrowed her brow and said, "Isn't that Li Shen's 'Sympathy for the Peasants'? Where are there any men and women?"
Wang Hao's lips curled into a wicked smile as he looked at Lin Shihan and said, "Of course there are!"
After thinking for a while, Lin Shihan said, "It must be one man and one woman planting rice seedlings, right?"
Wang Hao shook his head, smiling as he said, "Wrong!"
Lin Shihan asked with confusion, "Then how many men and how many women do you say there are?"
Wang Hao said with a giggly smile, "One man, three women!"
Lin Shihan blinked in bewilderment and asked curiously, "How so?"
Wang Hao deliberately cleared his throat and said earnestly, "Hoeing the fields 'at noon,' sweat dripping down to the soil, that's clearly an 'adult' scene!"
Hearing Wang Hao's bastardized interpretation of the classic, Lin Shihan really wanted to spray his face with menstrual blood.
