"Tienan, we've picked all the ones we can reach from below, but there are still many higher up. What should we do?"
After working for over an hour, Sun Xiaowen was drenched in sweat, her small hands fanning her neckline as her ample curves rhythmically swayed, an undeniably captivating sight.
"I'll carry you on my shoulders, then you can reach them."
Catching the youthful scent exuding from Sun Xiaowen, Zhao Tienan enthusiastically volunteered.
"Oh, why didn't I think of that?"
Sun Xiaowen gave an adorably silly smile and promptly climbed onto Zhao Tienan's neck, heading step by step towards the wild pear trees.
At first, everything was fine.
Sun Xiaowen diligently picked each fruit, and Zhao Tienan had a legitimate excuse to caress Sun Xiaowen's shapely, silk-clad long legs.
"Mmm, Tienan, I'm so itchy..."
But it wasn't long before Sun Xiaowen's breathing became rapid, her face flushed with sweat and growing redder.
"Itchy?"
