Unlike the cheers of the crowd in the sports arena, at this moment, Shen Qiang, accompanied by the voluptuously stunning Pan Meiqing in purple, was picking red, water-droplet-laden Yang Mei in the gently falling rain. Listening to the raindrops pattering on the umbrella, catching the fragrance emanating from her, a smile appeared at the corner of Shen Qiang's lips.
"These Yang Mei look so beautiful, but there are so many bugs!" said the voluptuous lady in purple, playfully lamenting as she extended her snow-white jade hand to pick the fruit.
Feeling the subtle heat radiating from her graceful body in the continuous drizzle, Shen Qiang laughed, "Don't be so squeamish. If the bugs can eat them, so can we. Besides, these bugs are actually just fruit fly larvae, harmless when eaten. If you want to get rid of them, soak it in salt water, and the bugs will come out themselves."
