Good harvests bring

Meng Xi hadn't even had time to fully grow up before Wang Xi seized her from behind, covering her mouth with one hand and holding her waist with the other, forcefully dragging her into the nearby sorghum field.,Wang Xishun had a vulgar smile on his face, with disgusting pimples and a pitted complexion. When he spoke, his breath was foul. He said, "Your grandmother sold you to me, where else do you think you can run",At this time, Meng Yao opened her eyes. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, but what lay within them was not the usual warmth, but rather a chilling clarity, a cold composure, and a thirst for blood.。