Good harvests bring

Wang Xishun grabbed Meng Xi's hair tightly, dragging her deep into the sorghum field. His arms were scratched several times, and he was annoyed. He pushed her to the ground with all his might and pounced on top of her.,He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.,He was still gripping Meng Xia's neck tightly, not yet reacting, only managing to glance at her before she suddenly raised her hand and stopped his wrist. Then came a sickening crunch of bone.。