At the foot of a not-so-tall mountain, a slender figure chopped branches from trees, preparing to take them back for firewood. Not far behind, a heavily pregnant woman waddled over, carrying a basket.
Qin Qin watched Mo Yunchen, wearing an expensive short-sleeved shirt, doing the work of a farmer, and couldn't help but laugh.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, his muscular arms prominent, strong and robust; the stunningly exquisite side of his face, with phoenix-like eyes deep as ink, and beautiful, well-shaped thin lips.
He was chopping wood, but he didn't seem rough or crude at all—on the contrary, there was an air of nobility about him.
"Why are you here?"
Mo Yunchen put down the chopping knife, turned around with a slight frown, and came over, not seeming to approve.
"You looked tired from working, so I brought some water for you, have a sip."
It was Spirit Stream Water she had taken out from the space, added with some ice cubes, which made it cool and sweet to drink.
