275. Little Thief Strikes_1

Pulling back the green netting that covered them, the bright light of a flashlight shone between the clusters of trees, where the half-ripe cherries—green touched with red and hints of yellow—were closely packed and nestled against each other, exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

And the person in charge, with a good memory, expertly found the right angle after a few turns, quickly allowing the light to capture a cherry, translucent red.

In the deep, quiet night, though it was just a single cherry, he somehow felt like he was committing a theft.

He looked left and right, then reached out and plucked the cherry.

And when he crawled out from under the net, holding the flashlight up to the cherry, turning it this way and that, he was just in love with the red color!

The sweet fragrance of the cherry seemed to waft around him, and without hesitation, he popped it into his mouth.

The next moment—

!!!

The person in charge didn't sleep all night.