The two collaborated and quickly filled half a bag with green grass.
Luo Yang received a call from his father, asking him to come back immediately to help deliver fish to the restaurants at Xiaoshulin Market.
"Sister Piao, thank you for helping me cut the grass. My dad called, and I have to go," Luo Yang said gratefully.
"Is this little bit enough?" Qin Piao asked, lifting her lotus-like arm to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"Yes. Sister Piao, use a tissue to wipe the sweat." Luo Yang took out a small roll of tissue from his pocket and passed it over.
"Hey, I help you cut the grass, you help me wipe my sweat, is that fair?" Qin Piao said with a smile.
He hesitated for a moment, looked around, and seeing no one else nearby, Luo Yang stepped closer and gently wiped the sweat from Qin Piao's forehead with a tissue. Standing in front of her, he could smell her faint fragrance.