Good harvests bring

At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.,A sharp pain struck, and Wang Xi Shun couldn't bear it. He clutched his hand and let out a pig-like squeal on the spot.。